My summons are weird

Mao Jing pushed open the door, faced the ready hive, and slowly shook her head: "That's what he meant."

The hive wants to fight, but its body is very weak.

He glanced over Maojing's shoulder and saw Laurent who was smiling at him with a kind face in the room, and he understood everything in an instant. Suppressing his grief, he walked to the corner and cried in a corner where no one was paying attention.

As Lu Yu and the others entered, the door of the room was closed again, and the servants who had already realized something pressed their heads to the ground, crying one after another.

Sierra rushed to the bed, held Laurent's hand tightly, and tearfully she begged Laurent to make a final attempt.

"My whole life I have been working hard for others and for the greater cause of the Theocracy, and I have never really decided anything for myself..." Laurent smiled weakly, "Compared to dying in embarrassment while struggling, I I hope the last moment can be decent...Let me call the shots..."

Laurende stopped talking intermittently, and this old and crippled body seemed to be bursting with strength again. Not only did he adjust a comfortable posture by himself, but his face also became more rosy.

This is not a good sign.

"The tide of magic power is about to begin." Laurent looked at Lu Yu.

Something exploded in Lu Yu's mind, and when he recovered, his eyes were blurred.

He understood, and sadness surged into every corner of his body at this moment, and the feeling of powerlessness made it difficult for Lu Yu to breathe.

"All the funeral matters have been handed over to Antonio, and I need you to urge him to carry out. Waiting for the condolences of the countries is inevitable, and it can be omitted to stop the coffin and let the people pay their respects...It is going to be winter, and it will be very cold. They should stay at home and collect Sort out the grains that came, and use the spare coins to buy some gifts for your children and loved ones... The Pope City is far away, and I am not a god or a saint, so I don't need to make a pilgrimage..."

"I know that such a decision will be misunderstood by the people of the Theocracy, and will be misinterpreted by interested people, so the photo scroll is ready."

The items that Mao Jing took out from the hidden compartment were not just photo scrolls.

Laurent personally took the heavy book from Maojing—the cover was the symbolic silver-white color of the Theocracy, and the golden veins like blood veins covered the blooming flowers layer by layer.

"I have governed the Theocracy for more than 80 years, and I have witnessed too much...a lot of things worth recording." Laurent stroked the cover and smiled wryly, "I thought about giving it to the Theocracy The next pope, but... I'm afraid they'll take it up as a canon and put it on the altar with me."

"No experience can be copied intact. Everything in the world is changing. If there is a thinking that can solve all problems with a certain method, then the Theocracy will usher in a catastrophe... I have no respect for them. Confidence, but you won't."

Laurent handed it to Lu Yu, and then patted his head: "There is the real me in the book, at least you can know... There is another Laurent in this world... He is not the pope, not to shine on this land The brilliance, just an ordinary person."

Laurende hugged Lu Yu: "Don't be sad for me, I can finally be free..."

"I know...but I can't help it."

"I saw in you that I didn't choose the road of the pope... help me go on... go farther."

Laurende said in a voice that only Lu Yu could hear: "You care about everyone around you, and hope that they can live happily with you without any worries...so you yearn for peace and stability, but The world is always changing, so you will be afraid that changes will take away everything you shelter, so your heart has always longed for strength...not to gain power, but to satisfy that trivial wish—to make everyone happy."

Lu Yu's nose was so sore that he couldn't speak, and he nodded slightly.

"Nearly a hundred years have taught me that nothing is immortal, all good things will fade away and change forever... I am very worried that one day, you will become a terrible monster in order to protect everything behind you..."

"I wrote the answers to stop all this in a book..."

"Lu Yu, a child from a foreign land... I am grateful to fate for allowing us to meet. I firmly believe that you will bring happiness to them and everyone in the territory."

Lu Yu held the book in his hands and refused to leave the room for a long time, staring at Laurende's kindly smiling face, the door closed little by little.

At some point, everyone from the Academy of Glory had already arrived in the corridor, and they stood there with sad faces.

Lu Yu didn't speak, and went straight to the corner.

There seemed to be a emptiness in his heart suddenly, and at this moment he thought of Clarence.

Lu Yu suddenly understood why Clarence was so afraid of decay and death. Perhaps he was not afraid of death itself.

Looking at the book in his hand, Lu Yu knew that after today, he would not be just the gluttonous eater as rumored.

At the moment when the atmosphere was extremely heavy and Lu Yu was feeling a little mad with emptiness, Lulu leaned over.

The eyes of the two met, Lulu quietly put her hand on Lu Yu's, and Lu Yu didn't dodge this time.

Sierra in front of the hospital bed accepted Laurent's decision with tears in her eyes.

"This land is always decaying, and hope is like light... fleeting and charming... maybe that's why I lasted so long... just to prove that the glory days still leave traces on this world... and I am that trace " Laurende laughed at himself, "But I also pay for that... the nourishment of the God of Radiance and kindness."

"I have come to the end of this road, what I need to go further is not only courage and courage, but also timing... I have not been able to wait for that opportunity in my life, but it will spread all over this land after my death..." Laurent smiled bitterly, with a helpless expression on his face.

"You are the best pope in the Theocracy... bar none!" Serra said.

"I prefer to believe that the best is always in the future..." Laurende said, "Go after what you want...Love with confidence and boldness, don't be me...never."

"I hope you can laugh as much as you did when you first came to me, like humming unknown little songs, and have a lovely smile on your face every day."

"I also hope that you can be confident, tough, and proud...you don't need to be afraid of the rules of the world to find the treasure you really desire in your heart...because you are serious and stubborn when you are really beautiful...it shouldn't be hidden by you."

"I'm afraid that your future will be uneasy, because what you are facing is not people or things, but this disgusting era..."

Laurende's words suddenly became brighter: "But you suddenly brought me a surprise, as if I came home one day and found a lazy kitten lying in the yard that you can pet... La...you have found a group of good companions, with them by your side, I can finally rest assured."

"They will not look at you with strange eyes, but will take you for granted, respect you, and care for you... All this is not just because you are their lord, nor because your name is Sera... but because , they care about you and are willing to make changes for you."

Sierra broke down in tears.

She thought she was hiding it well, but Laurent knew everything.

Laurent suddenly trembled, and he was excited when he spoke clearly, and stared at Sera's eyes with longing.

"Can...can you call me daddy..."

Sera hugged Laurende without hesitation: "Dad..."

Mao Jing hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything, just witnessed all this with a smile.

As if to confide in the unacknowledged family affection these years, Sera kept repeating.

Laurent, who was stroking Sera's head, stopped, and slowly closed his eyes: "Go out, tell them...give me some time to be alone with Maojing."

"As Laurent, I ask them to give me such a chance."

Sierra wiped her tears and stood up, her face turned frosty the moment she pushed the door open.

Coldly, she announced Laurent's final request, ready to punch her naysayers.

No one objected, and the crying gradually became louder.

...

Laurent lay on Maojing's lap, admiring Maojing's smooth and white face, and let out a long sigh of relief.

It is quite now.

It was completely quiet.

There are endless affairs of the Theocracy, glorious avatars who are constantly patrolling, banquets that must be attended...

Finally it was just the two of them.

He once imagined what he should do at this moment, but when he really got it, he found that even a strong hug was an extravagant hope.

"When I was in a coma, I dreamed of that forest."

"Where did we meet?"

Laurent gently put his arms around Mao Jing's waist, and yawned wearily: "I still remember that I accidentally rescued the prey that you finally fainted from poison..."

"It's not so hard, but it's a lot of hard work... Not only that, you also scraped off my scales with a scroll." Mao Jing gently pressed Laurende's neck, "Why do I like you like this? dude..."

"Yeah...why?" Laurent asked curiously.

After a period of silence, Laurent's voice began to weaken.

"Take me to take a look... I don't know where the land where you were born and raised you is, and what it looks like now... Can the wind of Theocracy blow there?"

"Okay, I will definitely take you there. This time, you can no longer use the Pope's responsibility to prevaricate me. Wherever I want to go, you must follow."

"It's up to you..." Laurent smiled happily, "Maojing...I'm a little sleepy..."

Countless pictures flashed back in front of Laurend's eyes.

When he was young, he preached everywhere and spread the glory of the Theocracy. By coincidence, he met Maojing.

He was entrusted with important tasks when he was young, and the youngest pope was considered by the outside world to be just a puppet of the elders.

When he was in his prime, he swept away the internal ills of the Theocracy, and swept those who intended to use him as a marionette into the dust, and all of this, he only spent four years.

While in power, he focused on alleviating the harsh diplomatic environment of the Theocracy, ignoring one after another objections, and contributed to the birth of the "Brilliant Missionary Pact". The poor living conditions of the people on the border of the Theocracy.

For this he was assassinated by those who opposed him and questioned by the Avatar of Radiance.

Undefeated, he started round after round of reforms again with his body injured in the assassination.

He has not changed his original intention, but has become cautious and tactful.

He requested that when the church is built, there should be a preaching pastor to teach the local people.

He compromised with the nobles in exchange for their support of the basic welfare system.

...

One by one, one by one... Those great achievements and great progress that were sung by others drifted away like clouds and smoke.

Finally, he is in power, his prestige is in full swing, and he does not need to compromise anymore, but in the process of moving forward step by step, he has glimpsed the root hidden behind all contradictions.

Sitting in front of the desk with Mao Jing, he spent countless days and nights in agony and pain, and finally put away those majestic ambitions helplessly—he flinched, because at that moment, he could not see the chance of winning.

This chance of winning may come soon, or it may never appear.

The past is like smoke, and it has been a hundred years.

Laurende murmured the last prayer, then glanced at Maojing's beautiful face with nostalgia, and closed her eyes in satisfaction.

"It's okay, go to sleep... It will be fine after a short sleep, isn't that what you said when you applied the medicine to my scales back then... After I woke up, it was fine."

"Go to sleep... You are really tired, this time no one will disturb your rest..."

Under the gentle support of Maojing, Laurende's breathing gradually became weaker in the soft whisper like a lullaby.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."

Maojing held back tears, rubbed Laurent's skin that was not elastic, and looked at the silver maple tree not far away.

"You...you are the biggest idiot in the world..."

In the early winter morning of May 72 in the new calendar of Mela, Laurent, the 32nd Pope of the Holy Church of Glory, visited the God of Glory from a distant country in the Pope's Tower.

After ruling the Theocracy for eighty-one years, the wise Laurent left his loyal followers forever.

The pope's tower cries loudly, and sorrow is like the wind, which will blow across every piece of land in the church.

The sun rose as usual today, but the radiance that had warmed the Theocracy for decades dissipated.