The Dark King

The dawning light shines on the bell tower of Martha Square, and the number of guarded soldiers who stayed up all night sleep in the morning sun. The body infested by the cold slowly recovers some warmth and vitality. They breathe a sigh of relief and want to spend another hour. It’s time to go to work at seven o'clock.

At this moment, a hoof came suddenly, and only a dozen knights wearing bright silver armor were galloping from the avenue outside the square. They rode all the way to the bell tower and took the horse rope for the first middle-aged knight. Yangshou said: "The soldiers who watched the above listened. The Pope will hold a blessing festival here an hour later. Now I will ring the blessing for the rest of my life and show everyone."

The soldiers who were on duty were wrong, and then they were happy and excited. I didn’t expect the Pope to come here, which meant that they could see the great man up close, which is a glory!

Hey, hey, hehe...

The melodious bellows ringing sounds, unlike the normal morning bell, the bells of blessing need to sound eighteen times.

Zhongmingsheng came from far away from the square. The nearby residents suddenly woke up from their sleep and heard the endless bells. Some older people have not counted one by one, just from the duration of the bell. Then I judged that it was a bellowing bell. I immediately woke up my wife and children and prepared to go to the square early to seize a good position.

The blessings are different from the blessings. The blessings can be held at any time, but they must be held by the elders of the Cardinal level in the Holy See. They are usually held in the black and snow season and when the rains are frequent. Pray with the gods to save the plague and disaster.

For ordinary people, being able to bless the blessings is a must.

As the bell rang, the knights of the Holy See were dragging the wood and the shelves with the carriage, and came to the square to build a blessing altar. These woods and shelves are finished products, just assemble them.

As time went by, more and more people gathered in the square. In the twinkling of an eye, the entire square was crowded with people.

"Bishop, the time is coming." A young Knight with a shoulder robbing Venus bowed his head.

Ernolin nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the crowds below the altar, and whispered: "Wait, the pope is always punctual."

"Yes." The young Cavaliers nodded respectfully.

At this moment, a sudden commotion came from outside the square, followed by an exclamation of excitement. Ernolin heard the change and immediately looked at the past. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He saw the old figure in the turmoil wearing a luxurious golden robe slowly stepping forward, carrying the ancient scepter symbolizing authority and honor. It was the pope. Richelieu!

Behind him, followed by two bright knights, one full of blond hair, apparently a nobleman. The other is a black hair, about thirty or so, looks mediocre.

The bright knights stationed outside the square immediately came forward to guard, and the crowds looked at the pope with amazement, especially the people who were closest, excited to want to pick up the place, but did not rush to embrace the idea, that one The brilliance brought by the robes and the scepter makes people dare not have half a minute.

"It is actually the Pope!"

"The Pope is the pope, my God, I saw the Pope."

"The Pope is very loving, and he personally came to preside over the blessing."

A pleasant surprise came from the crowd.

In the aisle where the crowds separated, Richelieu walked to the altar with two attendants.

"I have seen the pope." Elnolin immediately bowed and bowed.

The young knights on the side are also busy and respectful.

Seeing this most trusted confession, Richelieu nodded slightly and said, "How long?"

Elnolin respectfully said: "Return to the Pope, there are still five minutes."

"It seems that there is no lateness." Richelieu smiled. "Is everything ready? Prayer and holy book."

"All are ready." Elnolin was so respectful, and looked up at Richelieu, his eyes swept over his body, but he saw no signs of injury, and his heart was a little relieved, whispering. : "The Pope, the handcuffs you left, I have seen it, I don't know..."

"This will be said later." Richelieu raised his hand and interrupted his whispering inquiry.

Ernolin reacted and immediately nodded, looked up straight and waisted, looked at the square in front, and waited for the countdown with the pope.

Five minutes said that the length was not long, and that short and short, in the process of waiting, Elnolin suddenly noticed the two bright knights around the pope, the face seems strange, and there is actually a black man, such a Hair color has always been a slave or a civilian, and I did not expect to be able to mix in front of Richelieu.

He looked at him more and didn't see anything strange. He just looked away and looked at the bell tower next to him.

The huge mechanical clock hanging on the clock tower slowly counted down and finally arrived at seven.

A bell rang with a bang, and the blessing was officially started.

Richelieu took over the blessings and holy books handed down by Ernoline, and his expression was solemn. He began to read the solemn opening words according to the process, and then prayed for blessings. This praying word is not a few words, but extremely long. A praying blessing, taken from the blessings of the Bible.

Du Di'an stood behind Lisie and looked at the square in front of him silently. When the blessings were finished, everyone and Richelieu entered the stage of prayer, with hands clasped together and expressions of piety.

Half an hour later, the blessing was finally over.

Richelieu left to Elnolin: "Let everyone else be scattered, you come with me."

"Yes." Elnolin noticed the strange expression of his expression and immediately solemnly said.

Richelieu took Ernolin to a nearby pub and ordered several knights to accompany him to empty the pub, to whistle outside, and then to bring Elnolin and Dudian and another attendant. Noyes entered the pub.

Ernolin saw the two attendants follow, and his brow wrinkled, saying: "You two go out first, I have something to talk to the pope."

Richelieu waved: "No matter, they trust."

Ernolin was so timid that he couldn't help but look at the two knights.

Richelieu coughed softly and indifferently: "There is someone in the Holy See who wants to stab me. Fortunately, I have not succeeded. However, I don't know who the murderer is behind, but I can't return to the Holy See. Therefore, during this time, the Holy See The matter of size is for your time being taken care of."

Ernoline eagerly said: "Are you really okay?"

Richelieu shook his head slightly, "no problem."

Elnolin said: "The Holy See is the safest. If you are outside, isn't it more dangerous? Otherwise, I will send some people to protect you and let the King of Light protect you personally."

Richelieu waved his hand. "I still don't know the murderer behind the assassination. It has nothing to do with the King of Light."

When Elnolin stayed, he couldn't speak, suddenly felt a chill. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth: "If you catch me, you must have a good look!"

Richelieu patted him on the shoulder. "If you have a chance, help me pay more attention."

"I will." Elnolin looked solemnly and suddenly thought of something. "I will send a few more of my confidants to protect you, otherwise you are outside..."

"No, there is enough for them to protect me." Richelieu waved.

Ernolin couldn't help but look at the two attendants again. There was a hint of dignity in his eyes, and there was a trace of embarrassment. He knew that Richelieu did not fully trust him, but he trusted 100% of the two men. Otherwise, it will not be at this critical juncture, and will be handed over to them for protection.

"I am leaving, you have to protect yourself." Richelieu did not know what to say.

Ernolin looked at his eyes and felt that he seemed to want to tell himself what he thought. He should remind him not to be assassinated by the murderer behind the scenes.

Taking off the gorgeous robes, Richelieu took a set of plain coats from Dudian, put on his hood to cover his face, turned and left the pub, walked along the street with Dudian and Neuss, and wandered around. Seven or eight streets, after turning to the suburbs, returned to the castle on the Moza River.

"How, I can do it?" After entering the castle, Richelieu took off his hood and vomited a sigh of relief. He turned to Du Di'an. "You told me, I have it."

Du Di'an was indifferent: "It's okay." He said, without paying attention to him, he quickly climbed up the stairs and went to his room. When he saw Hailisha sitting on the bed, a heart settled.

He took up the small hand of Heilisha and took him out of the room and returned to the downstairs hall.

Richelieu: "What are you going to do next?"

"In the Dark Holy See, is there your eyes and ears?" Du Dian looked directly at him.

There was a slight hesitation in his heart, but he thought that things had come to this point, and it was only for a few eyes and ears that he could gain the trust of Du Di'an. He immediately said: "There are two, one is the elder of the ninth district, he is the darkness I sent. The people of the Holy See, the other is the strongman of the Sword King, Riley, who is the person I placed next to the King of Swords, was once the best genius sword master of the Holy See."

Du Di'an's eyes twitched and glanced at him. "The best, you are sent to be undercover, and you are willing."

Richelieu smiled and said: "I just want to sharpen him. The sword doesn't need to be rusted sooner or later."