It was already early in the morning when Count Beauje returned to his residence. The strange experience of this night made his nerves, which had been tense for a long time, feel like they were broken after breaking through the boundaries.
He stared, unable to calm down for a long time. When he thought that the black-haired man Tianyi was a real wizard, the count's temples would jump.
Recalling the scene during the "teleportation"... The pot of boiling water gave off a disgusting and terrifying smell. Every material put in was soaked with evil. The Rubik's Square on the ground was covered with Satanic symbols like graffiti. Long spells are undoubtedly notes from hell. And it just so happens that this combination actually works! When the count opened the bookstore again, he had arrived at another corner of Rome far away from the dirty alley.
When the sun rose, the count began to feel tired. He fell into a drowsy sleep with constant nightmares. When he woke up at noon, he had a severe headache. After getting up, he ate something randomly and hurriedly went out alone.
The Earl is going to meet the person who sold him the information before. He wants to find out the origin of Tianyi.
The well-informed tipster was called "Parrot". No one knew his real name, but that was what everyone called him anyway. He is in his fifties, has sallow teeth, and has never kept a parrot. I think even if he had, it would have been eaten by him as a meal.
After going out, the journey went smoothly. The count came to the "Chimney" bar in the city. It was a wooden house a little away from the road. Outside the door, a disheveled drunkard sat on the ground with his back against the wall. He stretched out his hand and said : "Give me a drink, sir."
Faced with such a person, the count naturally ignored him. When he opened the door and walked into the tavern, he could hear the drunkard cursing in a low voice behind him: "What a noble miser. If he didn't have the smell of copper in his body, he wouldn't It’s of little use to people.”
The inside of the house was as smoky as most pubs. Even though it was only two o'clock in the afternoon and the pub had just opened for business, drunkards had already occupied most of the room.
Count Beauje went straight to the bartender, a middle-aged man with gray sideburns.
"What do you need? This gentleman." The bartenders at that time basically had a vicious vision. They often worked in a dim environment, but they could accurately identify the penniless and alcoholic pauper. Distinguish it from the rich gentleman who walked in for a drink.
"I'm looking for someone," the Count replied.
"I don't have 'someone's' drinks here," the bartender replied.
Several golden coins were placed on the table by the earl. The bartender's eyes instantly lit up. Before anyone noticed, he covered it with one of his big hands, pressed down the money, and quickly moved it to the table near him. On the edge, all those gold coins fell into the palm of his other hand.
The bartender picked up one at random, stared into the earl's eyes, put the gold coin in his mouth and bit it, looking at it several times, then put the money away and said, "Name?"
"I'm looking for 'Parrot'," the Count replied.
Of course the bartender knew that this referred to a person, not a bird, but after hearing the name, his expression became strange: "He is dead."
"What?" the count said in surprise. He had just seen the parrot yesterday morning and spent money to buy information about the "bookstore".
"His body was found near the church yesterday afternoon," the bartender said.
"What's the cause of death?" said the count.
"You should ask the Sheriff about this." That was the end of the bartender's words.
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After leaving the Chimney Bar, Count Beauje's heart was filled with a layer of gloom. The intelligence dealer he had met in the morning died in the afternoon. If it was murder, could this matter be related to him
In the past few months, there has been an eye on the back of the count's head. It's okay if he doesn't know. Now that he knows it, the count has become suspicious, as if everyone who has come into contact with him and encountered misfortune has become suspicious. It's possible that he was implicated.
But everyone was already dead, and as a wanted criminal, Count Beauje was naturally inconvenient to investigate. There is no way, it seems that the understanding of Tianyi can only be believed by one's own eyes.
He arrived at the new location of the bookstore in a nervous mood, pushed open the ajar door, and poked his head in. The inside was still the same, with a sea of books, walls and tables and floors, and very little room for people to put their feet down.
Tianyi was sitting behind his desk, holding his chin in one hand and supporting his elbow on the armchair, while holding a letter in the other hand and reading it.
"Master..." the count called him.
Tianyi yawned, put down the letter, and sighed: "Pathetic poet."
The count knew what he was talking about and asked casually: "Is the person writing to you a poet?"
"Just a poor bastard. His family fell into ruins when he was young. He was on the wrong side of politics. He was exiled and unable to return to his hometown. Henry VII died in Siena last year, and this poor bastard's hopes are also growing day by day. We are done playing with the declining Holy Roman Empire monarch. I think he is destined to only vent his emotions in long poems in his life. He was like this when the woman left him twenty years ago, and he is still like this now... "Tian Yi said in a helpless tone: "The backbone of these literati often makes people feel tragic and funny. I once told him that a villain who compromises and grovels will live a more comfortable life than he does, but he answered me: Go your own way and let others go." Let others say so." Tianyi smiled and said: "I think this sentence will become popular sooner or later, don't you think so? Mr. Earl."
The count listened for a long time and didn't know what Tianyi was talking about. He just laughed and said: "I believe that the situation of your poet friend will eventually get better."
"No, I don't want his situation to get better. He is a genius, so he should die as miserable as possible. His later life will be miserable. Death in a foreign country is the right way. Sympathy and regret are what the mediocre people in the world are willing to give. Only in this way His experiences will make him be regarded as a great master by later generations and praised by countless people." Tian Daodao: "Remember, Mr. Earl, successful people with perfect lives often only accept criticism, hostility and jealousy, regardless of whether they No matter what decision you make or what you do, faults will be found and it will be regarded as having other agendas.
If one day, you live to the state of "succeeding in success and traveling in peace," you will see more clearly the filthiness of this world and the ugliness of human beings. You re-examine and re-evaluate everything and everyone you do and see. In the end, all I got was boredom, disgust... and helplessness. "
The Earl felt as if his ears were bleeding. Every word Tianyi said was like a sermon from hell. He actually spread this kind of obscene sound to a leader of the remnants of the Knights Templar who believed in God, and even chatted unintentionally. Zhong mentioned it as he spoke.
The count's hair stood on end when he heard this, and he thought to himself: I shouldn't take the poet's words at all, no! I shouldn't have spoken at all! Next time I will wait for him to speak first, or I will say hello to him when he is free.
"That... Master, about what we said yesterday..." The count wanted to bring the topic down to business. The content of the deal between him and Tianyi last night was: he would send Voleo to medical treatment, while Tianyi would deal with his personal injury. Security Question.
But the security issue of Mr. Earl is not something that can be solved in a short time, because the people who want to kill him, or the forces that are chasing him are really many and complicated, and those forces may not know each other's identity. exists, so the situation can be described as very complicated.
"Where did we talk about yesterday... Oh, by the way, secretly wanted." Tianyi said.
We have to go back a little bit here. Europe at the beginning of the 14th century was a period of intense struggle between royal power and ecclesiastical power. Before 1314, Italy was divided into two factions: the Emperor's Party and the Pope's Party, and they fought fiercely with each other. It's such a joy to have sex with each other. Then Henry VII, the first German king of the Luxembourg dynasty, got involved and entered Italy in 1310. Mediate between the Emperor's Party and the Papal Party, and actually expand his own power. And successfully in Milan in 1310, he was crowned King of Italy with the Iron Crown of Lombardy on his head; on June 29, 1312, he was officially crowned Holy Roman Emperor in Rome.
Many Italians, including the poet who wrote to Tianyi, hoped that Henry VII could lead the divided Italy to unify. Unfortunately, the king died suddenly in 1313 and failed to capture the poet's hometown. Florence.
Since Henry VII is likely to restore the power of feudal lords in Italy, of course it will touch the opposition of many people and affect the interests of that group of people. Among those who oppose Henry VII, Pope Clement V World.
We cannot ignore his contribution to church scholarship, but from a political point of view, this man's deeds are really unflattering. As we all know, Clement V and Philip IV have been working together for more than a year or two. He was able to ascend to the throne entirely because of the help of the French behind the scenes.
I don’t know whether it was because he had a limited IQ and didn’t know how to hide it, or because he could be so unscrupulous at that time. Anyway, as soon as he ascended the throne, he immediately announced that he would donate 10% of the tax revenue from the French church territory to Philip IV. Later, the entire Holy See was moved to Avignon, which was controlled by France. In order to strengthen his own strength and ensure that the future pope would be monopolized by French people, Clement V also promoted nine French cardinals, five of whom were his relatives, and three of these five were children... Even if you want to explain that you should not avoid relatives when you are worthy, you must at least find an adult. It can be seen that when he uses his power, he really doesn't care much about other people's gossip.
Henry VII was originally crowned the Holy Roman Empire by Clement V, but he was betrayed by the pope at the last moment. Looking at what he did to the Knights Templar later, it is enough to see that this pope often betrayed others "under pressure".
In short, the relationship between the Pope and the King of France is already there. Philip IV was jealous of the Knights' wealth, which was so rich that he attacked the Knights Templar in 1307, but the result was not satisfactory. Why? It's simple. The news leaked out and the Knights' treasures were moved and hidden in advance.
Now seven years have passed since the incident. During these seven years, the two brothers have been kept in the dark. It took seven years before they burned the Grand Leader Mo Lai to death. It was not until Beauger and his architects removed the "treasure" part of the treasure from the hollow columns of the two tombs that Philip IV heard from some spies and some Templars from abroad. So a hint of wind.
He wanted Count Guiche de Beauge in France, and also used the charge of "apocalyptic heresy" on the Knights Templar, and used the power of the Holy See to hunt down the count throughout Europe.
However, it was impossible for Philip IV to announce anything about the treasure. Only a fool would do that. He also knew very well that Bore had probably fled abroad. If the treasure was exposed and he fell into the hands of anyone else, even a group of foreign bandits, he would not be his. France is in charge, he won’t be able to make a penny by then.
Therefore, Philip IV conducted a "secret wanted", and some matters belonging to the underground world should be left to those experts. Now many of the mysterious organizations in Europe are eyeing the count, and the news has been released. If you want to live, as long as you are alive and have a good brain, it doesn't matter if your hands and feet are cut into human sticks.
In addition, there is an unknown force, which is what Tianyi discovered. The organization where the eye-wielding ability user belongs has been hired to take the count's life in an "unobvious" way.
Count Beauje and the secrets he carried behind him have undoubtedly become a whirlpool in the center of the European underground world. Countless forces lurking in the darkness are eyeing him. I am afraid that if he had met Tianyi a few days later, the history of the treasure would have been lost. Will be rewritten.
"Yes, secretly wanted." The count looked at Tianyi and replied: "Master, how dangerous is Rome now? How many pursuers are here? Can you allow me to come to you with my entourage? I can Let them wait at the door so they won’t come in and disturb you.”
Tianyi knew that yesterday the count thought his whereabouts were secret and no one knew he was in Rome, so he dared to find him in the bookstore alone. But today, after learning so many inside stories, he was afraid. If he hadn't asked him to Coming alone, how could he dare to go out without five or six bodyguards
"It's very dangerous." Tianyi replied with a smile: "It's so dangerous that if you don't leave Rome, you may be captured alive or maimed every minute."
The Count's forehead was sweating. When talking to Tianyi, every word he heard might cause a heart attack.
"It's your business to bring your entourage, but I don't think it will be useful." Tian Dao said: "Don't even think about escaping from Rome. I tell you, if you don't move, you will die. You pretend to be suddenly I don’t know, but those people lurking in the dark will continue to monitor you. They only know that you have a big secret, but they don’t know that it is a treasure, so they have every reason to observe. But if you act rashly... "
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