To Four Thousand Years Later

Looking at the dog-faced Jude with his head down, Duchess Franks said nothing.

A silent surge of terrible rage filled the room.

"Of course you don't.

The Duchess said slowly and word for word; "But I hope you can know what you are doing, and what you willfully refused. If you don't know the consequences of your actions, I can explain it to you once...

"No need, ma'am. How many times do you ask Qing to be right.

Jude interrupted the Duchess.

After making up his mind to face his will, his tone became more and more fluent: "I won't do it. Just like what you said, you can go to Deputy Minister Jeffries and ask him to introduce you Some other newspapers. You can go to the Liming Newspaper, or the True Knower Newspaper, and ask them if they do it...but I can’t do it here anyway. I’m sorry for my teacher, and I’m sorry for my "you don’t do this thing , are you worthy of your teacher? "

The Duchess sneered: "Jude the dog, don't be prudish with me here." You think I don't know what you've done? Why do you think Deputy Secretary Jeffries would introduce you to me?

"Your Attlee Newspaper has the most fake news, and the ones you sell are still pretending? In order to increase the sales of the newspaper, aren't you making up nonsense? Isn't it just for money? Then I will give you the money directly, you Send me the news for you, any questions?

"That's different." Hearing this, Jude was silent for a while, and then answered: "Small favors and small grievances are different from big right and wrong."

"So, you really don't want to do it?"

"I really don't do it.

Well, give me back my news.

"Yes, man." With a straight face, the Duchess took the news she handed to Jude and put it in her bag.

She then pulled out a lady's pistol. The gun is very short, only half of her hand is slightly larger. She pulled the trigger and pushed back the firing pin, raising the muzzle to aim at Jude. After 3AA seconds, three gunshots rang out in the room.

The Duchess' first shot struck him between his shoulder and his heart, while the second hit his lung. The third shot hit his thick, bull-like neck.

Jude Márquez's body fell backwards. He first bumped into his own chair, and then the armrest slid down slowly, half leaning on the chair as if his legs were paralyzed on the ground. The half of the Duchess leaned back gracefully, as if she was worried about blood spots splashing on her body, her right hand lightly fanned the air. The reddish smoke coming out of Biao De's body quickly dissipated, and she gave a chuckle. Looking at Jude, who was gradually stagnant in breathing and dripping blood under his body, he slowly reset the safety of his pistol and put it back.

"What a tragedy. You didn't have to die... at least you wouldn't die so soon. She stood up, looked down at Jude, and said in an almost pitiful tone: "Why didn't you dodge the bullet just now, puppy? Are you not afraid of death?

Jude's body paused, staring at the Duchess, opening and closing his mouth, gasping for breath. Deep in the throat, the plasma mixed with broken pieces of internal organs gushed out. Like a cut of beef boiled in wine, his physique made it hard to imagine that his flesh could not be snow white.

"Unlucky, Lang

The Duchess sighed happily and moved from her seat. She walked quickly to the door and took her top hat from the coat rack. Then he turned and walked out the door. And Jude, who was shot dead, collapsed on the ground, feeling his vision dimmed and his consciousness gradually receding, the faint red halo in his eyes flickered on and off, like a candle. I don't know how long it has passed, it seems like just a moment, and it seems like a century, he doesn't know when he began to hear auditory hallucinations, big and small, rumbling in his mind like thunder: ...opportunity

don't deserve to die here

Gradually, the voice in that ear gradually became clearer. Jude felt his almost completely lost consciousness return to his body in an instant, like falling awake from a nightmare. He snapped his eyes open. But I found that my body was no longer so painful.

A gentle voice sounded: "How do you feel now, is there any pain?" Jude has not yet completely shaken off the shadow of death. He raised his head blankly and looked at the man standing in front of him.

It was a black-haired, blue-eyed man with a majestic and handsome face. He was wearing a black slim dress, holding his top hat in his left hand, and pressing his right hand on Jude.

An extremely warm force continuously poured into Jude's body through his right hand—a pure white light shone brightly at the position where his right hand was in contact with Jude's body.

As the heat gradually poured in. The coldness caused by blood loss that made Zhuangde's teeth chatter quickly disappeared. He looked down, and found that the penetrating wounds on his body were not healed at an extremely fast speed, but revived. Even the fragments of internal organs in his body and the bullets parked in his body were disintegrated and disappeared by the spiritual energy, returning to the healthiest state. Except for the hole punched out of the clothes, everything that happened before seemed to be in a dream.

You... Jude looked at the man who healed his fatal wound in a daze, and tentatively said, "Leonardo II, His Majesty the Pope?

His voice is still a little hoarse - that's because when his lungs stayed in his throat before, it made him a little flustered.

I'm afraid I'm the first person in history to think that my lungs are a bit salty... Are they lungs? or stomach?

A jumble of thoughts raced through Jude's mind. The news of Leonardo's succession as Pope had already appeared in the newspapers two days ago. He is the editor-in-chief of the newspaper. This kind of big news naturally has to go through his hands and be decided by him. And this self-made great inventor, artist, author, who founded the world's largest consortium, the Leonardo Consortium...even the first non-religious pope, the lord of a country. Just like that, she appeared in front of him pretending to be casual.

Even saved his life.

"Why are you... here?" There's blood on the ground here and it's dirty. If he dies, there is no way to repay him for saving his life, but he is really tired now. He was actually killed once, and then dragged back from the border of **** by the pope. He felt as if all his desires had been emptied, and his whole body became decadent and calm, with peaceful thinking.

"What you died for is why I came here.

Leonardo sat on the seat and said peacefully: "Are you afraid? You are so close to death... If I come a little later, you may really die.

…I used to think I would be afraid, Your Majesty. Jude stood aside, showing a tired smile: "But I had a new idea at that moment. Compared with death... I am more afraid that I will never really live once in my life.

"Whether I take this business or not, most likely I can't escape death. Since it's death anyway, it's better to die early than... even once. I want to live at least once before I die."

"Then are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied

Jude nodded, and a peaceful smile appeared on the dog's face: "Thank you very much for saving my life, Your Majesty the Pope. Although...he smiled wryly: "I think I will die again sooner or later. "

"No," Leonardo said softly, the words were unusually calm but extremely convincing, if you want to ask why...

"Because I'm here.