Chapter 267 266 The Pope's Request

Chapter 267 266. The Pope's Request

All four nations were directly or indirectly born in the Infected Spirit Disaster six hundred years ago. When magicians of later generations mention the Infected Spirit Disaster, they often praise Mera during and after the disaster.

That was a glorious era when all the races on the Mera continent were unprecedentedly united, contributing their knowledge and learning to overcome the disaster, integrating with each other, developing each other, and working together; that was an era when no matter what race it was, as long as it drove away the disaster, it would get help from other races; that was an era when prejudices were abandoned and all races fought bloody battles for the same goal.

Lulu kept sighing when she mentioned this era, because it was a beauty that would never come back and only exist in memories.

Lu Yu didn't know whether to say "the world's general trend will eventually divide after a long period of unity, and will eventually unite after a long period of division", or "conservatism and closure are the mainstream of this era, and freedom and cooperation are only a short moment".

The beauty left by the glorious era made people at that time believe that the future would be better, and the progress brought about by academic collisions made magicians begin to construct all kinds of strange magic.

From the books of that era, we can see that hope is everywhere.

The sun is about to set, casting the last bit of warmth on the earth, making the earth hot. Children are singing and dancing excitedly on the ground with bare feet, but they never see the sky getting darker.

No one remembers how the contradiction became acute. Maybe it is a few silver coins that are arbitrarily calculated in today's trade, maybe it is the scum of each race who is doing whatever they want on other people's territory, or maybe it is the nobles obsessed with power who stir up friction to make capital...

These trivialities piled up hundreds of years ago have continuously raised the vigilance of various races. Merchants are no longer warm and affectionate when trading, and every copper coin is carefully calculated and never compromised; knights are no longer friendly in routine, but full of prejudice and implicit hostility; people who are trapped in emotional thinking look at people of each race in a labeling way.

Goblins must be treacherous and despicable.

Dragons must be greedy and tyrannical.

Elves must be beautiful and insidious.

Siren, orcs like to eat people.

When these contradictions born from trivialities spiraled up to the national level, the four major countries inevitably changed.

The four major countries dominated by humans allowed all ethnic groups to freely pass through their own territories. This promise once seemed so frank. Under the corrosion of time, some small "supplements" gradually appeared after the promise.

These supplements became more and more numerous and longer, completely tearing apart the tenderness of the glorious era, and also made Laurent give up his love.

He is the Pope, and she is a snakeman.

In the most labeled secular impression, snakes are synonymous with insidious and vicious.

Sera talked all the way, and Lu Yu listened all the way. Even when he returned home, his heart was still unsettled.

Some contradictions are destined to be unsolvable, because behind the contradictions are entanglements that have lasted for hundreds or thousands of years, without right or wrong, and can't find the reason.

Lu Yu, who promised the Pope, would accompany Sera to visit him from time to time.

Laurent still loves to laugh, and the black-clothed nun always takes care of the group in silence.

On the third trip, they took Lulu with them. Lulu changed into a new set of clothes and put on makeup with the help of Sera. Besides the fact that her height was hard to fake, Tanya might not recognize her even if she stood in front of her.

Maybe Lu Yu aroused Laurende's curiosity, or maybe he had long wanted to meet the rumored "crimson witch". After seeing Lulu, Laurende stared at Lulu's face for a long time.

"Some people say that you poisoned and massacred the people in Shaman City."

The black-clad nun's hand trembled slightly as she poured tea, and the tea splashed on the table.

Sera, who was leaning on the bed and admiring the silver maple tree, turned her head back.

Lu Yu nervously watched Lulu's expression.

No one thought that Laurende would use such a sentence as the opening remark after meeting.

Lulu was very calm. She looked at Laurent fearlessly: "I am innocent. Someone framed me."

After a long time, Laurent retracted his sharp gaze: "Your eyes are exactly the same as hers at that time... I believe you."

While muttering, Laurent suddenly turned around and asked the black-robed nun: "Do you want to see it yourself?"

The black-robed nun smiled: "You say it's like that, then it must be right."

Singing in unison, Lu Yu and others felt the tea in their mouths sweet...He suddenly had a strange thought. The Pope frequently came to them. Could it be that he wanted to show off their love to others before leaving this world?

Although there is a suspicion of tricking the dog in to kill, but... Lu Yu doesn't hate it.

In order to prevent the church from falling into turmoil, Laurent suppressed his emotions for a lifetime. Before he died, he still couldn't vent freely, and could only tell everyone in such a secret way...For some reason, Lu Yu felt a little blocked in his heart.

They are fighting for the position of the Pope. Just because Sera might succeed him, they send people to sneak into the mansion regardless of the rules. Are these potential successors to the Pope really qualified to sit in that position?

Is this position really so easy to sit in?

The black-clad nun walked to the door and made a "hissing" sound.

Lu Yu was familiar with the sound, it was the snake's tongue spitting out.

The black-clad nun walked around the house again, and the magic power suddenly released made Lulu and Lu Yu shudder. At the same time, a crystal taken out by the black-clad nun from under her robe burst into light, and an invisible barrier enveloped Laurend's room, isolating the sound and magic from penetrating.

"Although they dare not spy or eavesdrop here, we must be careful about everything." The Pope coughed and sat up straight, "Sera, Lulutis, Lu Yu, I have something to ask of you."

Sera asked doubtfully: "If it is the affairs of the Church, you can entrust the bishop and the high priest, they are still loyal to you. If it is a private matter, just leave it to me. Lulu and Lu Yu are preparing for some special things and can't run around for you."

"I know they are loyal, but they will never help me fulfill this wish... The reason why I asked you to bring your friends is also for insurance... This matter is risky... cough cough cough... Miss Lulutis, Mr. Lu Yu, I am sorry for concealing the purpose, please forgive me... Just treat it as an old man who is about to die, and the willfulness before death... Please help me fulfill this wish."

Lu Yu and Lulutis were stunned, and they both saw the tears in Laurende's sunken eyes.

"Pope..."

Remembering that Laurende would rather they call him "Laurende", Lu Yu quickly changed his words.

"What do you want us to do?"

The black-clad nun came to Lu Yu and Lulu, gently lifted her robe, and knelt down.

Sera was really stunned. She vaguely sensed something and hurried forward to help the black-clad nun up.

The black-clad nun did not move at all. She said something in a clear voice that shocked Lu Yu extremely.

"He hoped to be cremated after his death... but the Church would never allow it. Today, Laurende has become a symbol of the Church. Buried with a complete body and worshipped by his successors, so that believers can have a place to miss him and other countries can remember Laurende's past great deeds, all of which are what the Church pursues."

Sera couldn't close her mouth: "You... no... wait, according to the rules, all the popes of all generations are buried in the Silver Maple Tree Mausoleum, which is the place closest to the God of Glory. Why do you want to cremate him?"

Sera was stunned. She really couldn't understand why Laurende, who was the most pious to the God of Glory, would choose to be cremated before his death. According to the outrageous rumors of the Church, it was a blasphemy to the God of Glory for a cremated person to be close to the Holy Silver Maple Tree. Laurende couldn't fail to understand.

Laurende reached out to the black-robed nun, and the two held hands tightly.

"Only in that way can I accompany her, leave the Church, and see the world..."

"Lu Yu, Lu Lutis, I envy you very much. Your journey home has opened my eyes to those customs that I have never heard of, and those people and things that I have never seen. There are conquests, such as the battle under the Blue Water City... Although I still think that King Celer is a normal person, it is difficult for you to win, but this does not prevent me from applauding your courage; there are warmth, such as Hogu seen in the Dragon Valley, and the cute little fog demon... It's a pity that you didn't bring her here, I also want to see her naughty; there are also regrets... For example, the Goblin King who worked hard to let his people see the sun."

"I spent my life to make the Church grow stronger and brighter like the sun, and I am very grateful for the glory of the glory. God has done everything he can... My life belongs to the God of Light, to the Church..."

"Now, I will die... Everything is over... I can't respond to her feelings, I can't repay her love for me, at least I can meet her requirements... Let's leave this country illuminated by glory together, leave this kingdom of God that I have consolidated... Feel everything in the world. "

The black-robed nun gently put her head on the cold ground: "I can't do all this alone... After Laurend dies, I will be monitored by the people of the court."

Sera was angry: "What qualifications do they have to monitor you? Who are they? When you came to the Church, Ronald didn't even have a human form!"

It was a rare scene. Lu Yu saw Sera lose control of his emotions for the first time.

Lulu whispered: "Ronared harassed Sera."

I understand, new and old grudges are added together.

Lulu looked at Lu Yu, and the meaning in her eyes was very clear-I want to help.

Lu Yu looked at Sera.

"Look at what I'm doing, how can I not help... cremation, stealing ashes... it's troublesome no matter how you think about it..." Sera was a little crazy.

Lulu looked at Laurent timidly: "Pope... Oh no, Mr. Laurent, I can do the cremation... Oh..."

Lulu choked back the words "I'm good at it" after being patted on the head by Lu Yu.

"I'm honored to have the Crimson Witch take care of my affairs after my death." Laurent read out what Lulu wanted to say, helped to say it, and smiled.

The black-clad nun who stood up on the side also covered her mouth and laughed secretly, but it was Lulu's reaction after Lu Yu knocked Lulu on the head.

Lulu, covering her head, listened to Lu Yu's mumbling obediently, and did not talk back when scolded.

Lu Yu asked the most important point: "How long can Mr. Laurent hold on?"

When to die is the key to the problem.

If Laurende died at an awkward time and they were not prepared at all, then it would be troublesome. It can be predicted that the black nun who loved Laurende would definitely do it herself.

"I survived the cold winter, but I may not survive another one... But for the stability of the Church, I will try my best to hold on until the war in the Civita region and the noble turmoil in Codezonn have a result before falling."

Summer is coming to an end, and the harvest autumn is coming in big strides. The heat of late summer and early autumn dissipates, and the cold after the coolness will harvest all living things on the earth.

"Winter... There is about half a year left."

Lu Yu asked about the two major events that Laurende emphasized.

"If my guess is correct, this is the beginning of the turmoil between Solon and Codzon... The wheels of history are rolling, but unfortunately they are not moving forward, but retreating..."

Lulu thought for a while: "It's good to go backwards. Back to the glorious era, there is such a good thing!"

"But what if we don't go back to the glorious era, but go back to before the disaster of the Infested Spirit?"

There was silence in the room. Lu Yu, who was not familiar with that period of history, instinctively felt that that era was not very wonderful.

"For the future of the Theocracy, I will do everything possible to delay the time when aging takes away my life. The God of Glory will definitely satisfy this trivial wish of mine... I will leave the rest to you."

Fatigue struck again, and Laurend's eyelids trembled with fatigue. He yawned, and then waved to Lu Yu, gesturing for him to come closer.

"Next time you come, please bring the mist demon, Sigrid, and the gluttonous Xu Hu with you... My place has not been so lively for a long time... Tell them, I will prepare gifts for them."

Lu Yu nodded in agreement, feeling a little sad in his heart.

At this moment, Laurent was not the pope who cared about the Theocracy, but an old man who knew death, saw through it, and peacefully enjoyed his last days.

And all he wanted was for his room to be more lively.

The Papal Tower represents the seat of the highest power of the Theocracy. Countless people look up to it, see the rights and power that comes with it, and imagine the scene of sitting in it and giving orders. They long for it, and they chase it.

Laurender, who has been sitting in the papal position for more than eighty years, cannot see these things, and Lu Yu at this moment cannot see power and power. What they see is... coldness.

This is a position where you must be lonely if you want to do well.

Because it is too painful and tiring, countless people throughout the ages have chosen the brisk way to enjoy the value it brings to themselves.

Only those who regard this position as a job know what this position actually represents.

Laurent chose a rough road, and it took him a lifetime.

Now that his life has entered a countdown, Laurent has used his power to seek personal gain for himself. This symbolic place that should have summoned the senior leaders of the Theocracy and met with the leaders of other countries will become a place where he can enjoy the joy of being a human being.

"The God of Glory...will definitely not blame me..." Laurend closed his eyelids gently and fell asleep in exhaustion.

The nun in black is still guarding him.

This has been happening for eighty years and is not uncommon.