The crowd is excited, and the situation is far more serious than imagined.
The offline system couldn't update the experience points in time, but Su Shi still felt a strong threat.
Also feeling threatened was the Pope.
The interlocking traps were originally designed, but Esmond's single-handed approach completely disrupted the arrangement.
The pope was thoughtful, and his eyes fell on the cardinal who was particularly happy to admit it. The black air in his eyes was shaking, and there was a bit of vigilance.
All the chasers sent out were wiped out, and the opponent's strength seemed to be getting better and better, and he even faintly felt some threats.
If you do it now, once you are forced to show your demonic aura in front of others, all your painstaking plans will come to naught.
The Pope withdrew his gaze, pondered for a moment before speaking again: "Punishment is only God's will, and we are just doing it for it. Esmond, are you willing to admit now, where exactly did you take Ivan?"
When he asked this question, the outraged crowd suddenly remembered the real protagonist, suppressed their anger for a while, and waited with bated breath for the villainous bishop to confess the whereabouts of the paladin.
"I'm looking for him too."
Esmond just looked up at him with a calm and indifferent expression.
"I didn't hold him hostage, but he escaped during the prison inspection and review. I left the Holy See these days just to find him, but unfortunately I still haven't found any whereabouts."
The Pope frowned slightly, and there was a moment of doubt in his eyes, but he still couldn't see any clues from the other party's reaction.
After all, that paladin was a serious problem in his heart. He thought that the imprinting of the brand would be foolproof, but he didn't expect the situation to develop to this point.
The God of Light actually intervened, and things became somewhat troublesome.
Unable to get what he wanted from the cardinal, the Pope lowered his eyes again, his expression became compassionate and gentle: "We are only God's servants, and all crimes should be judged by God. Esmond, are you sincere? Plead guilty?"
"I bind myself voluntarily, His Majesty the Pope."
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure in a black robe disappearing into the crowd, and Esmond felt relieved a little, raised his hand calmly, and called the Pope's guards to bind him up.
His stature was straight and his demeanor was calm, even when he was tied up, he remained motionless. The guard also felt inexplicably weak, and retracted the arm that was about to push, and said in a strong tone: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't dawdle!"
Esmond did not resist, and was escorted towards the prison.
He knew very well that the Pope might not believe what he said, it was just that he couldn't find any loopholes that could be exploited for the time being, and he didn't dare to fight him in front of others.
Sooner or later, the two will have a real confrontation.
He could vaguely feel that Ivan had spared no effort to help him from the very beginning, perhaps because he hoped that he could make it to the last step, be able to repel the demons, and bring the light back to this continent.
But he still didn't feel any discomfort about being used.
The blood is real, and so is the protection and companionship. When the Pope read out the decree of pardon, the young paladin was not half happy because his guilt was cleared, but his eyes were full of anxiety born for him.
The unreserved clarity and anxiety in those eyes seemed to be still in front of him, causing a hot current to flow silently through his chest.
With the lessons learned from an oracle pardon, the Pope will definitely not continue to sit idly by, and there will be a tough battle between life and death before long.
Fortunately, Ivan was thrown out.
Esmond stepped into the gloomy prison, seeing the black-colored seal on the prison door made of black iron, he looked relieved for a moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and then he showed a faint look of embarrassment.
The sun has not yet risen, and there is no source of replenishment for the divine power of light, and Ivan's power will soon be exhausted.
I don't know if the solar paladin will remember to find food by himself.
The cardinal who had planned everything well was suddenly worried, looked up at the darkness outside the iron window, and sighed very softly.
—It seems that he still has to try his best to survive, and he must get rid of the pope smoothly, and then find a way to escape unscathed.
In case the paladin accidentally starves himself to petrification somewhere, he has to go there himself to wake him up.
The paladin, who was sneaking in the shadows with bread in his mouth, happened to be seriously worrying about the same problem.
Maybe the experience points will drop to negative numbers as soon as the Internet is connected. Of course, Su Shi is not reconciled. He even put aside the important task of assassinating the Pope.
Silently bypassing a group of guards, Su Shi swallowed the last mouthful of bread, leaned forward lightly, and landed firmly outside the back door of the file warehouse.
The spar filled with black air, and the back door opened quietly. Su Shi walked in lightly, and stood still in front of a wall full of files.
The law enforcement bishop has no right to decide the life and death of the prisoner, and the warrant for his execution must be written by the Pope himself. His crimes should also be testified by the Pope himself, sealed up and enshrined in the temple, and finally brought back here for archiving.
As long as these two files can be found, things will definitely turn around.
Although the system was disconnected, the offline functions were still there. Brain quickly scanned the entire wall of files, and quickly marked the exact location of the two files he needed.
Su Shi breathed a sigh of relief, went over and put the file in his arms, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly a strong chill rose from behind.
Su Shi was suddenly vigilant, covering his head and neck with his hands and rolled on the spot, but a sharp pain suddenly appeared on his shoulders, causing his eyes to go dark for a moment, and he staggered half-kneeling on the ground.
"Sure enough, you are here."
The Pope slowly stepped out of the darkness, his gaze resting on him inquisitively.
The simple disguise technique has been easily cracked by a powerful force, revealing a slightly pale and delicate face, with dark and clear pupils staring at him intently, but there is not much fear in the eyes.
The especially delicate eyebrows made the Pope raise his eyebrows slightly, and he walked towards him with an interesting look on his face: "I was wondering how Esmond would willingly sacrifice his own career to clear the name of an ordinary paladin. .”
Su Shi didn't say a word, and stood up propped on the ground, his expression remained motionless, but some struggle was faintly visible in his eyes.
Not the time.
If it was the original plot line, of course he could drag the pope to die together at any time, and then throw the rest of the mess to the protagonist to clean up.
But Esmond is still in prison, and people still think that the protagonist is an ambitious man who assassinated the Pope. If anything happened to the Pope at this time, the charge would not be cleared.
With his strength, he can't be compared with the Pope at all. If he doesn't resort to the forbidden move of killing each other now, he can only honestly admit that the other party is slaughtering him.
In a dilemma, Su Shi was still struggling, but the Pope had lost his patience. He no longer tried to have meaningless conversations with the silent and stubborn paladin, his hands were still behind his back, but the black light suddenly shot towards him.
In any case, always try to resist symbolically.
Su Shi took a deep breath before trying to mobilize the strength in his body, but suddenly felt something strange, and his eyes couldn't help but move slightly.
It wasn't the familiar ice-blue cold light, but a bright sun-like light suddenly protected him within it, easily repelling the bursting black light, and a brilliant golden flame suddenly ignited.
It burns a whole wall of heavy files.
It was all dry parchment, and when it touched sparks, it would ignite blazingly, but within a few breaths, the surrounding area was actually burned into four walls of fire.
The pope's face changed suddenly, he could no longer care about him, and hurried towards the files. Heimang threw himself on the flames without hesitation, causing his expression to show some pain from being burned, but he still suppressed it even more ruthlessly.
Seeing the pope who suddenly started to fight the fire, Su Shi was stunned for a moment before regaining his senses. He immediately turned around and jumped onto the window lattice, and jumped down.
The moment he was about to take a step, his movements suddenly stopped.
Behind him, there seemed to be countless misty screams and curses.
There should be no one else in the dossier, probably because of my own illusion. Su Shi settled down, and quickly stepped into the darkness where the lights couldn't reach.
The thin layer of ice quickly sealed the bleeding wound, and the power in his body was exhausted in an instant, so Su Shi had to temporarily change his plan, gritted his teeth and stumbled towards the prison.
His body cooled down quickly, and he couldn't even tell whether the chill had invaded his body from the surrounding environment, or spread silently from the crystal nucleus in his body.
Not knowing how far he had walked, Su Shi's body became more and more stiff, his strength also obviously lost, and his steps became heavier and heavier.
Almost groping into the prison with the only remaining instinct, Su Shi didn't care to hide his tracks anymore, he froze the guards at the door into lumps of ice, and scratched the seal of the door with black crystals. She threw herself into the arms of the human-shaped charging treasure, grabbed his collar and kissed him.
Before Esmond had time to recover, he instinctively hugged the person in his arms back, but was startled by the almost freezing temperature on his body.
Finally regained some consciousness, but the chill became more and more bitter. Su Shi's body gradually softened, and his consciousness that had been forcibly supporting him all the way quickly blurred. Finally, he blinked his eyes, confirmed that he hadn't kissed the wrong person, and fell asleep peacefully without hesitation.
Hugging the paladin who suddenly appeared in his arms, Esmond was almost unable to react.
One second he was still worrying about whether the other party would starve him out, and the next second the person who worried him so much suddenly appeared in front of him. His face was pale, his eyes were blurred, his footsteps were staggering and stiff, and he grabbed his collar and kissed him without giving anyone a chance to react.
Although he knew that the person in his arms was probably starving, the cardinal still had a gentle and helpless smile in his eyes, and sighed very lightly.
There was a mess outside the cell, Esmond simply hugged him and stood up, closed the cell door again with one hand, sent several clusters of flames to slowly bake the ice lump at the door, and then sat back down again.
The young paladin lowered his eyelashes and nestled quietly in his arms, some blood finally returned to his cheeks, he looked peaceful and breathed long, and slept peacefully.
Sitting on the dry straw in the corner, Esmond lowered his gaze to look at him, carefully brushed off the young man's soft short hair hanging on his forehead, and stared blankly for a while, his eyes filled with helplessness and gentle warmth.
He gently embraced Ivan's shoulders, wanting to ask him to lean into his arms again, but his gaze suddenly narrowed slightly.
Several clusters of flames ignited silently, illuminating the prison brighter. Esmond carefully held the sleeping man in his arms, lowered his head to take a closer look, and his expression suddenly sank.
He didn't notice it just now, until the thin ice that sealed the wound was melted by the rising temperature, and the blood seeped out through the clothes, and he didn't realize that the other party had suffered such a serious injury.
The warmth around him made the paladin's body gradually stop trembling, but it seemed to arouse deeper pain. The person in his embrace suddenly frowned slightly, his eyelashes moved with difficulty, instinctively dodging his touch.
The joy of reunion dissipated in a blink of an eye. Esmond hugged him carefully, kissed his forehead lightly, and comforted him patiently and softly: "It's okay, bear with it, it will be fine soon..."
The warm blood had soaked through the clothes, and fell to the ground in a short while, trickling together, scorching people's eye sockets.
Esmond cleaned up the wound neatly for him, tore off his close-fitting clothing and bandaged it properly, only to realize that there was also a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
The pain gradually faded, and the desire for warmth took over again. The sleeping young man instinctively leaned into his arms, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes became soft and gentle again.
Esmond looked at him quietly, and after a while he sighed very softly, raised his hands to wrap his arms around the other's shoulders, and gently pressed his forehead against it.
Being able to easily unlock his disguise technique, and to cause the other party to suffer such a serious injury, it is obvious who Ivan ran to fight with, which is so obvious that there is no need to guess.
But this time he was the one who made his own claim first, but he really didn't have a position to bring up the agreement with the other party that obviously didn't have much binding force.
At the end of the day, none of them can really turn a blind eye.
Su Shi fell asleep comfortably, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already been placed on the warm and soft haystack.
His body was covered with the teaching gown of the protagonist, and the bright red color reflected blood in his eyes. After a while, he gradually regained his senses, and the memory before he passed out could be returned to his place.
Suddenly remembering his previous behavior, Su Shi's face suddenly became hot, and he pulled up the teaching robe covering his body in despair, and covered his head completely.
The cardinal who was grilling meat for him at the side turned his head towards Xunsheng, and when he saw his reaction, there was a smile in his eyes, and he said softly, "Are you awake?"
Su Shi remained motionless, determined not to say a word.
Esmond was worried that he would suffocate, and was afraid of pulling his wound, so he eased his strength to free him from the tangled robe, and rubbed his hair with a smile.
"I have to say—you missed all the restaurants and kitchens in the palace, and you went all the way to the farthest prison to find me. I'm still very touched..."
"Okay, don't say any more."
Su Shi interrupted his words with a muffled voice, and Su Shi sighed resentfully, raised his uninjured arm and rubbed his forehead, propped himself up and tried to sit up.
Esmond gave him a hand in time and told him to lean on his body. He didn't ask him to do it, and directly blew the grilled meat carefully, and brought it to his mouth: "I know you are very hungry, I can't go out for too long, let's eat some to pad my stomach."
The piece of meat was roasted until it was shiny golden, Su Shi's gaze unconsciously caught up with him, he swallowed hopelessly, and the responsibility of turning the pot was temporarily forgotten.
Paladins are not paid, and they usually live in dormitories. He didn't have any money on him, and he didn't dare to make too much publicity. He took ice cubes and made a lifelike bunny for a little girl, and finally got a piece of bread.
No place to live, no money to eat, even if you really want to break up in a fit of anger, you have to take the initiative to come back and ask for a kiss and hug when the time comes.
Sullenly taking away the meat fed by the other party, Sun Yang Su Shi felt as if he had been tricked by the God of Light.
Esmond didn't know what was on his mind, and still fed them patiently one by one. The door was ajar, and there was a sharp creaking sound when the wind blew.
Su Shi was a little guilty when he broke in. He glanced at the cell door which was closed without sincerity, and then leaned over to look at the guard poking at the door.
The small golden flame is still loyally roasting the big ice lump, and the guard still maintains the posture when he broke in. The progress is very gratifying, and it seems that it has almost melted to his knees.
Meeting the protagonist's narrow and shallow smile, Su Shi looked embarrassed, raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose: "Did I disrupt your plan?"
"There will always be changes in the plan, and it is a surprise to meet you."
Esmond originally wanted to emphasize to him again that he was not allowed to take risks, but after a long silence, his heart softened, his eyes were full of tenderness and intimacy with the person in front of him, and he hugged him to his forehead.
The cardinal's embrace was firm and warm, and Su Shi was comfortable to lean on. In return, he honestly asked him to hug him for a while, and then jumped up energetically: "Okay, I should go too."
The task of whitewashing the protagonist is only half done, and he has to find the archbishop and several senior archbishops as soon as possible to publicize the evidence.
You have to leave after kissing and sleeping, there is no such reason for Lianke.
Esmond raised his head in astonishment, met his gaze, and felt that it would be frivolous and impolite to say such words bluntly, so he said after a while: "What if you are hungry again?"
"Then I'll go find any kitchen and rob a cook!"
He felt annoyed when he mentioned this matter, Su Shi didn't get angry, but his movements became more decisive, he slapped the straw off his body and jumped up, but was gently pulled back by the other party.
Holding his wrist, Esmond stood up and pulled him back into his arms with some strength.
"Don't be angry, it's my fault."
Of course he knew that the other party's anger obviously did not come from slightly out-of-bounds ridicule, but from his self-assessment at that time.
Su Shi was hugged tightly in his arms, and most of the anger of being robbed of the blame dissipated, but he was still not reconciled, and leaned on his neck and said in a muffled voice: "I have to take the charges back, you have to help me."
His heart was suddenly empty, Esmond tightened his embrace, and subconsciously held his breath: "Why?"
"because-"
Su Shi pondered for a while, then he made up his mind and raised his gaze, looking at him without avoiding it: "This is my experience, I have something to bear, and I can't ask others to do it for me."
When the Son of God descended into the world, he had to go through hardships, displacement, betrayal, life and death before he could wash away all kinds of mortals in the world.
Shocked in his heart, Esmond stared at him blankly and said nothing.
No wonder he knew so many secrets, no wonder the God of Light would take the initiative to protect him.
Feeling uneasy suddenly in his heart, Esmond opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't ask anything, but kept silent and tightened his arms more and more.
Su Shi, who pretended to be someone in the sky, was a little guilty, thinking of that unreliable god, but he felt at ease in a blink of an eye.
He has been edited into a video, even if he pretends to be the Son of God for two days, the God of Light will probably be willing to cooperate.
"Ivan..."
Esmond hugged him, and his voice became hoarse.
He wanted to ask how long the other party could stay, whether he could be of any help, and how everything would end at the last moment.
But he dared not speak.
Even if all this is nothing but fantasy, it should be the most grateful illusion.
With his heart settled down, he took a deep breath before opening his mouth, but his eyes suddenly fell into the shadow of the corner, and his eyes suddenly flashed with thick vigilance.
The person in his arms moved, and looked up at him with a little doubt.
The plan quickly took shape, Esmond lowered his voice, and quickly said in his ear: "There is still a way. You go to the archbishop, he is highly respected and will uphold justice. You tell him that I have to plead guilty because of coercion, and the trial The dossiers are all kept, as long as the church thoroughly investigates, they will know the truth... "
"Understood, I'll go now."
He happened to have a file in his arms, and when he heard that things were still turning around, Su Shi's eyes lightened up. He nodded and was about to walk towards the door, but was stopped by Esmond, who raised his eyes to signal the iron window that had been quietly melted by the flames.
Su Shi understood, and was about to go over, but suddenly turned back to him, and raised his hands to wrap his shoulders and necks.
Looking at the paladin who was about to recharge his last bit of strength, Esmond froze slightly, then smiled softly again, closed his eyes, embraced him, and kissed him earnestly.
The injury on his shoulder had unknowingly healed, Su Shi backed away in satisfaction, leaped lightly, and fell silently along the bars.
Esmond's gaze was fixed on him all the time, and he watched with a smile as the young man's figure became vigorous and flexible again, with some relief finally showing in his eyes, and the color of the water disappeared in a flash.
He is selfish after all.
The Son of God who has been through experience will leave this world with death as the end, so can he accept the humble prayer of human beings, and delay the parting that will come sooner or later by protecting the life of the other party.
The other party is not afraid of death, but he has nostalgia in his heart.
The figure disappeared outside the window, and the footsteps gradually faded away. Esmond breathed a sigh of relief, turned around calmly, and his eyes fell on the dead darkness outside the door.
"Thank you for being willing to wait until now, His Majesty the Pope, are you planning to execute me yourself?"
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Su Shi: I found the pot! (/≧▽≦)/~┴┴
#Wait, I seem to have forgotten something#
#Bento? ? ? #
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