Crown of Silence

Chapter 765 Reptiles

holy city

Central Sanctuary.

News of the rout at the front and Chopin's retreat had returned here.

There was a suffocating atmosphere in the huge conference room.

The cardinals, clad in red, were debating what to do next.

"Chopin must be severely punished for his behavior of escaping from battle! The Holy City has given a wide berth to his fallacies and heresies. He does not want to repay him. He even encouraged others on the front line to flee with him when the Holy City needed him most!"

"Chopard's disposal can be put aside, and the production of a new saint's inheritance must be put on the agenda!"

"We must be careful next. We don't have many natural disaster cores stored! Moreover, the horn that can temporarily control the eight major phenomena has been completely destroyed. It would be better to say that now even the eight major phenomena no longer exist. We need new deterrent forces to deal with it. Expansion of the Caucasus.”

"At least our battle was successful. Their Son of God has now lost all his strength and may not be able to cause any more waves."

"Who can say that he will not recover? You know, he is..."

The retorting bishop was halfway through his words when his voice suddenly stopped. Among the many livid faces, he forcibly swallowed the taboo word.

After a brief silence, someone spoke again, breaking the dullness.

"The top priority is to maintain the influence of the Holy City and protect justice and justice. If this continues, the Holy City's orders may not even be able to leave the city gate."

"Rebellion must be punished and those who blindly follow must be deterred."

"What's more, not only in the Caucasus, but also in the west, there is also that guy from Angel... That guy has obtained the authority of the Yellow King, and we must not let him continue to expand, otherwise everything will be completely out of control!"

Amidst the numerous arguments, someone plucked up the courage and looked at the seat.

"Now, all we have to do is invite the Holy See and the Blue King..."

He didn't say anything in reply, but his meaning was clearly revealed.

Even if the situation has deteriorated to this point, even if the Yellow King has betrayed, the Holy City has not lost after all. As long as the Red King is in charge, and as long as the Blue King takes action, everything can still be restored.

But in the face of many expectant eyes, there was no sound behind the curtain.

After a long time, the figure sitting on the Pope's seat slowly stood up and just waved his hand, as if tired:

"That's it for today."

In deathly silence, he turned and left.

All the bishops were left staring at each other in astonishment, with annoyed eyes.

In the silence, someone yawned.

It's Albert.

He stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said goodbye to his colleagues: "As people get older, they tend to lose energy easily. I'm going to go back to bed first. If you have any discussion results, just remember to inform me."

After that, he turned and left.

But at the door of the central sanctuary, he was stopped by a voice from behind.

"Albert, what on earth are you thinking about?"

The livid old man looked at him with a gloomy expression.

Albert yawned, "I want to sleep."

"In this moment of internal and external troubles, when everyone is doing their best for the Holy City, you only think about sleeping? Where is your responsibility?"

"I'm sorry, I have no interest in starting a war. Besides, I am only responsible for the observation of the Central Temple. Aren't all the reports and information placed on your table?"

"Is this your excuse to escape?" The colleague looked contemptuous.

Albert shrugged, fumbled for a cigarette in his arms, and said coldly: "Even without me, haven't you already reached the conclusion? We want war, and we want to put the world back on track at our feet, at all costs. The price...for this world!"

When he said this, he pretended to pump his fists and pretend to be fanatical, but his tone was full of ridicule: "But, do you really know the consequences of doing this?

In order to determine the outcome you want, you will not hesitate to let the entire human world be destroyed in this war... Why bother? Cornette only lost his power, not his life. Not so scary, right? "

Archbishop Cornett's eyes became colder and colder.

"Albert, you have abandoned everything created by your ancestors and ancestors. Look up and see this city, these countless towers, and this city that was once a glorious place in the world!

Now do you want all this to be brought to shame because of you? "

"Shame on you."

Albert finally found a half-smoked cigarette in his pocket, and he said happily and nonchalantly: "I am an illegitimate child, don't you know?"

Cornette's expression stiffened, he suppressed his rage, and squeezed out a hoarse voice from between his teeth:

"you this……"

He didn't say the last word, but everyone knew what it was.

‘Mongrel’.

Albert didn't get angry, and didn't even raise his eyes. He's just a 'bastard'. If he gets angry after being scolded for a few words, it's better not to live that life.

He lit the cigarette and took a deep breath. The sad wrinkles on his face relaxed as the harmful substances spread.

"Cornet, you have done your best for the Lord, and you will be rewarded in heaven after your death. Why should you desire more?"

He held a cigarette between his teeth and glanced sideways at his gloomy colleagues, "Or do you think that just a paradise is not enough to repay you for your wonderful dedication?"

Cornette didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.

"So, that's it. You should go back and have a good drink and sleep instead of trying to anger me here - this is the best advice I can give you now."

He lowered his head and threw away the cigarette in his hand, drooping his shoulders, and said in a calm tone: "Just a few hours ago, my last friend died for you.

For your foolish ambitions and wishes..."

Under the bishop's red robe, he clutched the small drug respirator, the only relic left by Wagner.

"I'm very sad."

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Two days later, late at night.

Burgundy, the palace, the top of the palace.

The young man in a nightgown leaned on the railing of the terrace, humming a song and gazing at the square outside the palace.

The dried corpse was still hanging on the gallows in the center of the square.

After the emperor died, he looked like everyone else.

In the short dark night before the new emperor ascended the throne, the emperor who was about to ascend the throne did not feel any tension. Instead, he admired his uncle's corpse with interest, hummed a song leisurely, drank the red wine in the glass, and then turned back to his study.

In the study, the old man named Richelieu was copying the decree that the new emperor would issue tomorrow. Seeing his student slumped on the sofa without any manners, he couldn't help frowning, but he didn't remind him to pay attention to his demeanor.

"It's almost time."

Don Juan looked at his watch and told the attendant in the corner: "Connect me to Archbishop Uriel in the Holy City."

The attendant left respectfully, and soon, the contact to the Holy City was sent, and after a long wait, it was finally picked up. The old man on the other end had a flat voice.

"This is Uriel."

"This is Don Juan, one of your countless believers." The young man on the sofa raised his eyebrows and smiled happily: "Dear Archbishop, I think we should talk."

"Watch your words, Mr. Don Juan."

Uriel's voice was indifferent: "For the servants of God, there is no business to discuss."

"Really?"

Don Juan nodded, "Then I probably misunderstood."

Then, the communication was hung up by him.

Ignoring the attitude and thoughts on the other side, unilaterally, without any etiquette and sincerity, hung up.

In the ticking of the clock, he got up, took out the copper tube and matches that sealed the cigar from the drawer, and smoked the cigar slowly and calmly. After perfectly preheating, he cut off the head and enjoyed the fragrance of tobacco.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Let time pass bit by bit.

Until the waiter outside the door knocked on the door carefully, "Your Highness, you have a communication from the Holy City."

"Oh."

Don Juan tilted his head, "How long has it been, teacher?"

Richelieu looked at the time and replied:

"Five minutes."

"Don't worry, wait another five minutes."

Don Juan's eyes were full of malice and mockery: "This old ghost who can't see the situation clearly has no need to cooperate at all. Hang up the communication in five minutes.

Contact Uriel's mortal enemy Cornette, it should be enough time for him to receive the news."

The waiter left respectfully.

Until the midnight bell rang.

"I never thought that the time for harvest would come soon after the planting season." Don Juan stood up, put out his cigar, and looked at the old man behind the desk. "Unfortunately, I have to go to bed. Tomorrow is my good day. Teacher, I'll leave the things here to you."

"Aren't you going to come and talk in person, Your Highness?"

"Forget it, I can't get along with those old-fashioned ghosts." The young man shrugged, "Besides, I just got married. Why should I leave my beautiful wife alone for those zombies?"

Richelieu smiled bitterly, "But you didn't tell me anything. I."

"You know my bottom line. As for the bargaining chips, there is a list of foundation assets in the drawer that is specially used to satisfy their appetite. You can decide for yourself.

So, please give it your best, teacher."

Don Juan sneered, "We can write as many blank checks as we can. At worst, they will turn their backs on us. If we don't rip them off now, how can we justify the rejection and cold eyes we have suffered some time ago?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Richelieu stood up and respectfully saw off the emperor who was about to ascend the throne in six hours. Then, he opened the drawer.

When he saw the name on the fund list, he couldn't help laughing.

"Reptile Breeding Fund?"

As always, it's a bad taste.

However, how long have you been preparing for this day?

The night was deep.

In the distant city, the bell before the tribute rang.

In another six hours, the new emperor will ascend the throne amid the cheers of the masses.