Rebirth of the Viking King

There is no curfew on the streets of Paris at night.

Even in the middle of the night, the cafes and bars on the street were still bustling with people. Many shop owners and shopkeepers who closed at midnight poured in, ordering a few glasses of flavored fruit wine, and ordering some freshly baked cherry pies. , relieve the fatigue of the day.

Happiness belongs to others.

Father Francis was still worried as he walked down the street.

Just now in the "Temple of Fire", Micronia had obviously thought about it for a long time. The results were mixed for the elder imam.

Happy because she finally agreed to take on this commission.

The jade seal that Loki gave him was indeed as valuable as the legend said. The Bishop of Paris was even willing to build the entire Temple of Fire for this jade seal, which was only 10 centimeters in size.

Even if the "Vulcan Cult" in Paris will be ruthlessly eradicated, he will not hesitate.

**

The worries are still there, too.

The fire-breeding bishop "Microa" is not completely sure that the fire-breeding gang will be able to help them escape from Paris.

There is only one reason: time is really too tight.

In just 4-5 hours, it will be dawn. Loki is about to go on trial, and these 4-5 hours are the preparation time for all the Fire Gang members in Paris.

Not to mention recruiting hidden stakes from other areas into the city, even if all the lurkers in Paris are completely activated, this time will be a little tight.

The greatest advantage of the Vulcan Cult's ability to continuously develop its informants lies in the fact that within the pontificate, the power of divine choice can be directly transferred from high-sequence divine choosers to low-sequence divine choosers.

If you want to mobilize everyone, it will take at least 3-4 bishop-level demigods to gather enough psychic energy.

However, at this time, there was only one powerful demigod in Paris, Micronia.

It is true that the imperial seal has great value. At this price, Zoroastrianism can satisfy everything Francis proposes. However, there may be stakes involved, and Microloa also frankly told them all.

"I don't need to worry anymore because worrying now is useless!"

"I have given away that square seal and will never come back. This is a definite fact."

As if in self-hypnosis, the old patriarch repeated these two sentences without listening.

He returned to his apartment in a daze and sat by the window until early morning.

The busy streets at night were now deserted. When the sky turned pale, Loki and Alfred, smelling of alcohol, kicked open the door and returned with a loud smile.

Not only were these two men carrying a coffin that was 5 meters long, Alfred also had a coarse sack on his shoulders!

It can be seen that there seems to be a living person struggling desperately in the sack.

"This is what you are"

"That's all, let's play whatever we want."

Halfway through the conversation, the two of them dove into Francis' soft goose down bed and immediately fell into a deep sleep. The old dean slapped his head and stopped himself from wanting to open the sack to see which poor devil was inside.

The guards following Loki also entered the city at this time. The pirates held barbecues, bread and fruit wine, and at the same time excitedly compared the female companions they had found.

The old dean, who had also been busy all night, leaned against the corner and closed his eyes silently.

Use the imperial seal to exchange for a "chance to survive." He had no idea whether this deal could be called a good deal.

What's even worse is that Loki has no idea about this.

**

Not long after he closed his eyes, he felt something cold rubbing his hair on his cheek.

Opening his raw eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was a dagger radiating cold light.

The short sword has no hilt and is suspended in the air. Looking back, the old patriarch saw a handsome Eastlander with black hair and eyes.

"Lord Lanlan?"

This person's name is Sword Cultivator, and he is none other than "Lan Bixue", the general manager of the Golden Scale Guard.

He quickly stood up from the corner. Only then did the old dean realize that a large group of Golden Scale Guards had poured into his room at some point.

"Brother Francis, they are here to invite us!"

At the door, Loki, Alfred, and Wenzov were escorted by a group of men in golden armor. Surrounded by dozens of big men, the two men remained calm and expressionless.

It's not like going to a trial at all.

"Now that the real owner is here, let's follow them to the court for a walk around!"

**

The people of Paris can no longer remember the last time the Golden Scale Guards took the initiative and escorted prisoners into the "Inquisition House".

When the heavy bass horn sounds, many residents walking on the street have even forgotten that this is a signal for pedestrians to avoid.

After the streets were cleared, row after row of golden-armored guards wearing golden armor and riding on the backs of snow-white horses were dispatched. They led the way ahead holding the Plantagenet flag.

In the middle of the team were more than thirty "torture acolytes" wearing gray robes and holding iron thorns.

Although they are also Holy Bishops, they are required to abandon all human emotions and desires after birth. Entering the Inquisition, they were engaged in the work of whipping, interrogating and burning heretics every day.

Ordinary people were surrounded by more than 30 "torture acolytes", and 80% of them were frightened to the point of excrement and urine. However, the three Lokis, who were surrounded by many people, didn't take it seriously.

They had not yet been designated as "enemies of France" and therefore were not in chains. Walking in the streets of Paris, the Plantagenet family must show all the merchants entering the city that they are running a fair and just government.

Despite this, all the weapons carried by the three people have been stripped away.

"Is this the giant from the north? Why does it look like it's no different from us?"

"Haha, you silly boy!"

"Didn't you see the two-headed gryphon family crest behind that young man?! This young man obviously belongs to the Wessex royal family. He is a very nice young man. Why is he hanging out with these Viking pirates?"

"I heard that Wessex is still a vassal state of France."

"Oh! Did you see those dozens of long-haired men at the end of the team holding a big coffin?! They are the real Vikings!"

"Why are you holding a coffin? Do you want to bury the Duke on the spot?!"

The onlookers were pointing and talking. Bored housewives lie on the balcony, and children who pack their schoolbags and prepare to go to the missionary school also open their curious eyes.

Loki turned around and laughed, completely devoid of any nervousness about the impending trial.

"Dear people of Paris!"

"For me and for your children, pray to the Holy Lord!"

He opened his hands and shouted to the crowd on the balcony.

"Pray that you will have a fair judge"

"Prevent the wrath of the world-destroying god from pouring on your heads!"