Chapter 542 Returning to the Old Business

Chapter 543 Return to the old profession

"My wish was to be a historian, Your Majesty. I am the best among all the scholars concerned in terms of my knowledge of the Dark Ages."

Ye Qingxuan said coldly, "That's why I can feel the abnormality of this subject better than anyone else. It's not just the lack of key information, but the distortion of the research direction...

It wasn't until I heard Gaius' words that I realized: we were misled.

Someone has distorted the research of the entire academic community to a completely irrelevant place through a series of means. Let us go from being a historian to the field of mythology to study those illusory myths...

And the real history has always been hidden in the dark."

"Yes."

The Red King nodded.

"You have hidden the history of mankind's past, distorted the progress of mankind, and tampered with the future."

"Yes."

The Red King nodded again.

The admission was so frank and indifferent, more relaxed than ordinary people admitting that they were actually fooling around with colleagues when they were working overtime.

Such a calm attitude stunned Ye Qingxuan.

After a long time, he sighed helplessly: "What did you do?"

"That is what we have been guarding for hundreds of years."

The Red King replied: "This is not something that should be made public. Humans today cannot bear the pressure brought by past history.

The first three kings agreed that one day the church would announce all of this, but not now."

"Is the 'Son of Original Sin' also part of it?"

"Maybe."

The Red King did not answer directly, but looked at him and said calmly: "Ye Qingxuan, you have been involved deeply enough, so the doubts will stop here."

He said, "It's your turn to give me an answer."

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

What the Red King wanted was Ye Qingxuan's answer to the Holy City.

Since the night he woke up, the Red King had promised that the Holy City would compensate him for Ye Lanzhou's sacrifice.

The bishop's robe was proof of that.

If he was willing to join the Holy City, he would become the archbishop within five years, and he would have a position of real power in the future Cardinal Church. In just a few decades, he will be at the pinnacle of the world's power, and even pass on this power to his descendants.

This power and reputation will never be inferior to the status of the Ye family in the East, and may even be better.

In front of the Hundred Eyes, Ye Lanzhou and Ye Qingxuan defended the majesty and glory of the Holy City with practical actions. This achievement cannot be erased, and no one can do better than them.

This is also one of the legacies that Ye Lanzhou prepared for Ye Qingxuan.

If Ye Qingxuan does not intend to become a clergyman, then he can also enter the Silent Agency. All resources and books of the Holy City are open to him unconditionally.

Within five years, the scepter can be expected.

Once he becomes the scepter, the church will grant him the holy name of Handel and the staff of the Messiah. From then on, he will be a saint at the top of the world.

Even further...

This is the promise that the Red King made to Ye Qingxuan in the Saloman Temple that night.

But until now, Ye Qingxuan has not responded to this.

"I haven't made up my mind yet."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes: "Let me think about it for a while."

The Red King did not urge Ye Qingxuan to make a quick decision. Looking at his attitude, he seemed to understand something and did not ask more questions. He just said lightly:

"Things in the world change so fast that it is always dizzying. I hope you can prepare early. In every sense."

Before Ye Qingxuan got off the carriage, the Red King handed him his rose rosary: ​​"Come to the Pope's Palace tomorrow to tell me your decision. Take it, and you can come to see me directly at any time."

He seemed to have determined that Ye Qingxuan would figure it out by then.

There was no doubt in his tone.

Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment and took the rosary: ​​"Okay."

The carriage left.

Ye Qingxuan stood alone on the street, and turned back after a long silence.

The people in the cemetery had all left, leaving Bai Xi alone standing in front of Hermes' tombstone. After looking at it for a long time, she took off her scarf and put it on the tombstone.

To be honest, it was a mess and not well-dressed.

A tombstone won't feel cold.

The dead won't feel cold either.

"Thinking about it carefully, I don't seem to have given him a good face since the beginning." Bai Xi said softly: "He has helped me so much, but I have never had time to pay him back."

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

Bai Xi stopped looking, turned around, rubbed his nose: "Let's go, I don't want to stay here."

"Okay."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and followed Bai Xi to the gate of the cemetery, but Bai Xi refused the carriage and looked at Ye Qingxuan: "Let's go for a walk?"

"Now?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

"Yes."

Bai Xi stepped on the snow, listening to the soft creaking sound, and looked at him: "Don't you think it's a good time to visit the Holy City? There are not so many people, it's quiet, and many places are not crowded.

There are also many delicious things that no one will snatch from me."

Ye Qingxuan looked at her serious look and nodded:

"Okay."

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For hundreds of years, the Holy City has never been so depressed.

There were few pedestrians on the streets, and most shops were closed, but there was no shortage of food and water. The rationing system had been implemented, which directly cut off the idea of ​​grain merchants raising prices.

Luxury goods were in short supply for two days, and then speculators from all over the world brought sufficient supply, and the blood-stained luxury goods became more luxurious.

The reconstruction project was in full swing, and the buildings of key departments were also being repaired quickly.

It was only a matter of time before prosperity was restored.

But it was still not now.

Most places were a pile of broken bricks and tiles, a ruin.

Except for the places that were protected by the barrier, there was nothing worth seeing in the rest of the places. But except for a limited number of places that could be visited, the others were places that could be abandoned at the first time in wartime.

"Sure enough, there is nothing."

When she reached the sixth place, Bai Xi looked at the half-collapsed building in front of her and sighed helplessly: "There are only broken churches, ruins, ruins, broken churches... Oh, and dead people."

She kicked the broken bones blocking her feet aside and looked at Ye Qingxuan: "Cousin, I want to go to the Pope's Palace to play."

"..."

Ye Qingxuan looked up at the sky in silence.

The Pope's Palace is now the power center of the Holy City, the office of the College of Cardinals, and a veritable military forbidden area. The three layers inside and outside are tightly guarded by the Knights Templar, and the three layers of barrier defense, not even a fly can fly in.

It's not a place for people to visit.

"Take me to visit the Holy Artifact Exhibition Hall!"

Bai Xi made another request.

Ye Qingxuan still looked up at the sky helplessly.

Below the Holy Artifacts Exhibition Hall is the Nibelungen database, which is now strictly guarded by countless musicians. Two saints rushed back from other places to take charge, trying their best to ensure that the wisdom of the Holy City is not lost, and human civilization and technology can last forever... What are you doing there? Are you using those saints' manuscripts to light a fire for fun?

"How about the Destiny Stele?"

Ye Qingxuan remained silent.

When the Red Dragon escaped from the seal, the Destiny Stele had already been burned along with the central square. Now there is still a big pit there, which leads directly to the secret organs under the Holy City and the underground palace that should not be known to people, and it is still a martial law area.

Until now, there are still escaped demons running out from below. It will take at least three months to clean up. If it is to be restored, it will have to wait until next year...

In the current Holy City, except for the hot brothels and bars full of all kinds of things that minors cannot touch, there is no place for people to have fun.

"You can't go here, you can't go there, the Holy City might as well be destroyed."

Bai Xi frowned, looking down on her cheap cousin: "The Central Cathedral is okay, right? I've been wanting to go to the Holy City's barrier center to play for a long time."

What to play?

Playing explosions...

Ye Qingxuan held his forehead in a troubled manner: "Sorry, this is not allowed either."

"Tsk."

Bai Xi pouted and ignored him, but walked to the front, strolling idly on the main road of the Holy City.

After a long time, she stopped, pulled Ye Qingxuan's clothes, and pointed to the crowd queuing in front.

"Cousin, I'm hungry."

In front is the temporary food distribution station of the Holy City.

In addition to the food and daily necessities distributed according to population, the large and small temporary food distribution stations in the Holy City also serve as public restaurants, providing ready-made cooked food for refugees.

People who don't like to eat stone-like compressed biscuits with cold water can come here. The portion is enough to make people full, and the price is so low that it is almost free.

But as for the taste... forget it, it's already very difficult to fill your stomach.

Hearing that Bai Xi was hungry, Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief:

"Okay! Eat! Cousin will take you to eat well!"

With his status and wealth, there is no need to take Bai Xi to compete with those refugees for food. Although the business in the Holy City is depressed, many famous restaurants and clubs have quietly opened in the past two days.

In this critical season, you can still eat delicacies from all over the world. Although the price is much more expensive, people who can go there will not care about the price of food at all, right?

Coincidentally, Ye Qingxuan remembered that there was one of the top restaurants in the Holy City nearby.

When Ye Qingxuan was still in prison, he was fortunate to be treated by the dead ghost Ludovic and tasted the restaurant's signature dishes. It must be said that it was so delicious that people even swallowed their tongues.

However, after walking to the door, he discovered an embarrassing problem.

He didn't bring any money.

He had no time to go out these two days. Since he woke up, he was so busy that he didn't even touch the ground. All expenses were paid by the Holy City, and he didn't need to pay for it himself.

Now he only had a few copper coins in his pocket, not even enough to take a carriage back to the embassy.

"What's the matter?"

Bai Xi noticed his awkward look as he fumbled with his pocket, and instantly understood what was going on.

No unhappiness, no anger, not even any dissatisfaction.

She just pinched her chin, looked at the restaurant not far away, and smiled a little nostalgically.

"It's okay, cousin." She stood on tiptoe and patted Ye Qingxuan's shoulder: "I'll treat you to this meal."

"You treat?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned: "Do you have money?"

"Of course not."

Bai Xi rubbed her hands eagerly: "Watch me get back to my old job."

After saying that, before Ye Qingxuan could stop her, she reached out and cut off a section of the hem of her coat, and used alchemy to transform it into a mask, covering her face.

Then she snapped her fingers, cut the statue of the saint on the roadside into pieces, and rushed into the restaurant with the long sword made from the two saints' arms.

"Don't move!"

The girl's roar rang out from the restaurant:

"——Robbery!!!"