01.
Recently, some winter roses have bloomed in Winter City, and some alleys are filled with a cool fragrance.
There were sporadic people sitting in the unremarkable tavern, and many people thought that the tavern would close down sooner or later. It's located in a remote area, and the boss didn't buy a magic phone or other gadgets. There is a phonograph, but he rarely plays music. The number of customers decreased day by day, but miraculously day after day, the tavern remained.
There is a low noise, but it is not noisy, but forms a background sound like white noise.
Hill came in wearing a black wool coat with buttons carved in the shape of magnolia flowers, a gift from Joan Baker last time. The bar owner was sitting lazily behind the bar counter, looking at Hill casually, and then his expression froze.
Hill sat on the bar counter as if nothing had happened, and said naturally: "Get a glass of wine to warm up."
The boss pursed his lower lip: "What do you want to drink?"
"It depends on what you give me." There was a faint smile on the corner of Hill's mouth, and then he revealed the identity of the other party: "The late Pope."
The owner of this tavern is none other than the last Pope of the Dark Holy See, Richards Claire Latin.
At first, because of his insecurity, Hill directly dismissed him and imprisoned him. Later, when Monroe came to power, Hill sent projection stones and various books to Richards Claire Latin in the dungeon every day. Three months later, former Richards Claire Latin offered to meet Monroe, and after a conversation, Monroe asked Hill for instructions and released him. Richards Claire Latin said that he would travel the continent to see for himself the impact of these projection stones and novels on human beings.
Afterwards, he saw almost everything, and settled down in this tavern in Mülheim—this tavern was the property of the Dark Holy See from the beginning, so it was opened so remote and unobtrusive, it was not for profit .
Claire Latin took a deep breath, and then took out the best red wine to entertain Hill. Hill was lying lazily on the bar counter, shaking the red wine in the crystal goblet, watching the bright red liquid tumbling in the glass, he said, "It's a bit like blood."
"Human blood," Claire Latin said.
"Oh, yes, after all, the blood of the demons comes in various colors, and some of them are gas." The blood of the death knights is gas. If you cut their skin, you will see black mist floating out, that is their blood. Hill held the wine glass firmly, and Claire Latin's figure was quickly reflected on the crystal glass. "With great power comes great responsibility, Claire Latin, you know why I'm looking for you."
"It was you who put me in the dungeon," Claire Latin said.
"I hope you are just complaining, not thinking so from the bottom of your heart." Hill took a sip of the red wine, it wasn't good, it was sweet, but more bitter, "Because it sent you to the dungeon It's your own behavior."
Claire Latin was silent.
"Are you sure you want to keep silent all the time, and then let me chatter here?" Hill was still shaking his glass with a lazy posture, but Claire Latin didn't dare to relax in the slightest.
"...Your Excellency Monroe is very good." Claire Latin finally said, "He is doing very well."
"I know you don't want to go back, you've dedicated your life to the church, so you're tired," Hill said.
"And my abilities are limited." Claire Latin said with lowered eyes.
"You are the late pope, don't make such jokes." Hill was still smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I don't like joking with people I don't know well."
Claire Latin's complexion was even paler.
"Since you have dedicated most of your life, you might as well dedicate a few more years, maybe you can still get your long-cherished wish." Hill said.
"My... long-cherished wish..."
"I have been the Dark Pope for so many years, and I have been suppressed by the Church of Light for so many years. There is always someone who wants to suppress it. Whether you have this idea or not, anyway, I think you have, you should have, you better have " Hill's voice became low, his fingers were still playing with the cup, his eyes were half-opened, shadows covered all the light in his eyes, "the more I do, the less patience I have, maybe I shouldn't So, but I hope you don't mind my impatience... hmm?"
At the end, his whole body seemed to be immersed in the shadows, and he gave Claire Latin the same feeling as the harshest winter in Mulheim. Claire looked up and saw the coldness in his eyes was threatening.
Claire Latin's heart skipped a beat, then he lowered his head and said, "I am willing to serve you at any time, Lord Demon King."
Hill nodded briefly, and said: "The only task assigned to you is to go to the Eutin Empire and find out the truth about the angel's arrival. You can find the rest of the relevant information in the Demon Realm, or you can ask the fallen angel, but the fallen angel Most angels have no memory."
Claire Latin was stunned, "Okay, Lord Demon King."
Hill drank the rest of the red wine in one gulp, then put down the glass, "I'm leaving, you know who you should look for." He grabbed a winter snow rose from the void and put it on the bar, " It's wine money."
"... Your Excellency?" Claire Latin asked hesitantly.
Hill turned his back to him and waved his hand, "It's up to you to deal with it. Others say that I like paladins, but actually my favorite is the Dark Pope."
The door of the tavern was opened, and the cold wind blew snowflakes in. Claire Latin subconsciously closed her eyes. When he opened them, the Lord Demon King was nowhere to be seen. Everything seemed like a dream, except for the empty wine glasses on the bar counter. And a winter snow rose exuding a faint and cold fragrance, which shows that everything just happened really happened.
02.
When Hill came out, it was just in time for the premiere of "Invincible Hulk". The street in front of the Demon World Mall was as lively as if His Majesty the King held a ball. Everyone was excitedly communicating, and from time to time someone uttered admiration.
"No way!"
"Iron Man actually came out?"
"An organization? Cool~!"
"Don't spoil it!"
"Next time I'll have my hearing sealed with magic. I swear."
"Come on, James, you said the same thing last time, but you couldn't help pricking up your ears when someone spoiled it."
"Damn it, Lily, why do you always tear me down!"
Hill smiled and put the cloak on his head so as not to be recognized by these people.
It seems that the response of "Invincible Hulk" is also quite good. The Marvel universe is gradually taking shape, and the main ideas and values can be further rooted in the hearts of the people.
What a perfect day.
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