"Son!"
"Son!"
"Son!"
A procession of shouting slogans passed through the street in front of the window. They included men, women, and several children. Without exception, they are all residents of New Rome and supporters of Pope Paul. The sinking of Natov Island has proved the accuracy of Paul's oracle with iron-like facts, and yesterday Paul issued another oracle, and now the residents and residents on Florosa Island are in chaos.
Even with Sauron's iron fist policy, there is a hidden danger of order collapse on the island.
So right now, Paul's supporters have increased exponentially, and more than 60% of the residents of Rome have become his followers. Most of them were the common people, but many nobles and officials joined them, and they called Paul the Son of God. Paul, who has these believers, has become a force that cannot be underestimated in a short period of time, and has caused an unprecedented impact on Sauron's prestige.
This winter is not cold, but because of the enthusiasm of the Holy Son, it has a tendency to heat up.
Yafidi, dressed in plain clothes, stood calmly in front of the window, watching groups of people rushing like ants from the nearby streets, and then merged into a crowd towards the large square of the Pope's Hall.
"ate breakfast."
The door of the room was pushed open by a delicate woman. The woman with long flaxen hair had Yafidi's frail figure reflected in her green eyes, and a faint and imperceptible light flashed in the depths of her eyes. Worry.
Yafidi smiled and said, "Mina, it's getting cold. I'll take you and the children to buy some winter clothes later."
This is his wife, a woman as gentle as water, who can always wrap his heart soaked in death and coldness with her tenderness after he returns from the battle. For Yafidi, his wife Mina is more like his faith, so that he will not get lost in the disputes of this troubled world, and can always keep a pure land deep in his heart.
Mina said softly: "There are already enough clothes at home, and enough food. If you don't mind, I want to give the extra part to those poor children in the suburbs. They are still so young and need more clothes. Warmth and food to survive the winter."
"Yes, if necessary, I will go to the city to buy some more supplies and send them together."
Yafeidi held her hand, the soft and delicate palms had already formed calluses due to the need to take care of the daily life and food of the whole family, which made Yafidi feel a little pain in his heart. Mina was born in a low-class noble family, but she is more thrifty than other noble ladies. Originally, Yafidi planned to hire a few servants at home, but Mina stopped them all.
So the majestic wife of the eleventh army regiment leader took care of all the housework by herself, and the saved expenses were used to buy some supplies every winter and donate them to poor families in the suburbs to help them survive the cold winter. Over the years, she has never changed. The only thing that has changed are the hands.
When we came to the restaurant, two boys were playing and running around the dining table, and a girl was sitting obediently on a chair. She smiled sweetly when she saw Yafidi, and then jumped down and flew into the restaurant like a butterfly. Yafidi's arms.
"Annie, stop pestering Dad, come and have breakfast."
Sitting at one side of the dining table, Mina said with a smile, while cutting a large piece of hot bread that was being taken out of the oven into slices with a knife, and then divided it into several plates. Served with salad dressing and a cup of water, it is breakfast for a family of five. From the perspective of Yafeidi, this kind of breakfast can only be described as shabby, but Yafidi didn't care about it at all. Being able to sit and share breakfast with his family is already a great happiness.
Yafidi hugged his little daughter Annie and sat on the chair, and the two boys who were playing also sat back to their seats obediently. When one of the younger children was about to reach for bread, he slapped his brother: " You idiot, pray before you eat."
Like many Catholic families, before each meal, they would thank God for the food and end their prayers with "Amen", followed by a pleasant meal time. Watching the scene where the eldest son secretly put a piece of bread on the younger sister's plate, and then the second son objected in a low voice, Yafidi's face was full of smiles.
Children are the future and the hope of the world.
Yafidi hopes that the three children will be able to support each other as they are now when they grow up in the future. Mina cut off a small piece of bread, put it into her mouth, looked at Yafidi and said, "Is this okay? I heard that because of His Royal Highness Paul, Lord Sauron called all the commanders today. Are you really not going to attend the response meeting?"
"Lord Sauron will not want to see me." Yafidi smiled lightly: "This is better, and I will have more time to accompany you."
Although he was smiling, as his wife, Mina couldn't see the faint look of disappointment in Yafidi's eyes. She said: "This is not like you. Yafidi, the head of the Eleventh Army, is always full of fighting spirit."
"Fighting spirit?" Yafidi shook his head and said, "If the world doesn't need you anymore, what's the use of fighting spirit?"
After hesitating for a moment, Mina said, "Since Lord Sauron doesn't intend to be important to you, why don't you try it with His Royal Highness Paul. Didn't you say the day before yesterday His Highness Paul contacted you in private, with the intention of soliciting you?"
Yafeidi said with a serious face: "Mina, you must not mention this outside, you understand?"
"I understand, I can clearly distinguish the seriousness of the matter."
"Well, that's good." Yafidi smiled bitterly again: "His Royal Highness Paul really wants to recruit me, but you have also seen that the current Pope has already torn skins with Lord Sauron, and there is no buffer and room for maneuver in the middle." Now I am still in Lord Sauron's system, at most I am at home. But if I stand on His Highness Paul's front, it will be fine if His Highness can replace Lord Sauron. to you."
"What's more..." Yafidi said in a deep voice: "Even if His Royal Highness Paul finally wins this power struggle, my life will not be too easy. After all, I still bear the mark of Lord Sauron on my body, even if I change it to Supporting His Royal Highness Paul, it will be difficult to be reused in the future."
"It's so complicated." Mina laughed.
"Politics is inherently so complicated." Yafidi shook her hand and said, "Instead of being caught in the vortex of two factions fighting, it's better to get out of it and stay with you. A turbulent situation like this , Even in the city of Rome, there will always be dangers, your safety is more important than anything else!"
Mina looked at her husband, knew that he had made up his mind, and stopped discussing the matter with him. The topic turned to the three children. Yafeidi talked and laughed, but his eyes were still a little silent. At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Mina wanted to get up to open the door, but Yafidi pressed it.
"I'll do it," he said, and walked to the door. He opened the door, and there was a man in a cloak standing outside. After sending Yafidi a letter, he went into a nearby alley.
Yafidi opened the envelope and took out a note from inside, which said so.
See you literally, my dear friend, please forgive me for not being able to meet you directly. But I still have to remind you that Lord Sauron already knows about your private meeting with His Royal Highness Paul. Fortunately, you have been at home these days, so you haven't caused him too much disgust. But he has always been suspicious, and now he is having a quarrel with His Highness Paul.
My friend, I have a hunch that Lord Sauron will be against you. So in today's response meeting, I will strongly advocate removing you from the post of army commander, and at the same time let the adults deprive you of your merits, so that you will be no different from civilians. When the time comes, I'll get you out of town with Mina and the kids.
The city of Rome has become a place of right and wrong, and it is useless to stay longer. Although I don't know when we will meet again in the future, no matter where you go, don't forget that I am still a friend!
Signe.
There is Signe's family seal at the inscription. Judging from the seal pattern, it is not a disguise, so this letter is naturally written by Signe.
Yafidi sighed, knowing that the storm he was worried about was finally coming.
"What's wrong?" Mina heard his sigh, came over and asked.
Yafidi handed the letter to her, and Mina's face changed drastically after reading it, and her body trembled slightly. Yafidi squeezed her hand tightly, and said apologetically, "It seems that there is no way to help those poor people on the outskirts of the city this year. Mina, pack up after breakfast, we are going to leave the city at any time."
"Is it necessary to do this?"
"I don't want to either, but Signe is right. Once Sauron knows about my meeting with His Royal Highness Paul, he will not let us go sooner or later."
Mina nodded: "Alright then, I'll clean up now."
Looking at his wife's back, a picture of Zero flashed in Yafidi's mind. He shook his head and smiled wryly: "Is this also the so-called fate?"
It was night, and joyous laughter resounded in the Pope's mansion. The whole Pope's mansion was brightly lit, and it was so dazzling under the dark night evolved by the holographic board that the Pope's hall not far away was covered up.
On a corridor covered with a scarlet carpet, Paul walked ahead with a smile. He was wearing a black and gold Pope's robe, and the bloody cloak behind him was flamboyant. The white feathers around his neck added to his beauty, and the golden crown on his head made Paul a little more holy and solemn. The pope, holding a stick of power in his hand, is in high spirits, while the eloquent knight guards behind him witness his path to the peak of power.
Today, with the support of the believers, he gave several speeches, from theocracy to human rights, from people's livelihood to politics, all of which alluded to Sauron's dictatorship and provoked the resentment of the people that had accumulated for many years. And in all the speeches, Paul didn't obviously use words to criticize Sauron. The subtlety of the words made it difficult to make a fuss about his speech words. Even if Sauron got this speech, he could only jump up and down with anger, but there was nothing he could do about it.
But the pride belongs to the pride, Paul did not forget to warn himself not to be too complacent. After all, Sauron has accumulated power for many years, and his team and background are by no means comparable to his current self. Paul knew that he could have the glory he has today, and that the perfect blow that made Natov Island disappear was one more thing that gave him the name of the Son of God. In general, he has no real power in his current position, and to truly bring down Sauron, the name of the Holy Son is not enough!
It's just that his knight guards don't think so. They have followed Paul for many years, almost watching him grow up. And Sauron never cared about Paul, the pope, and by extension, these guards were no different from the guard of honor in the eyes of others. They are decorations, not fighters. But Paul's popularity has soared in the past few days, and even those knight soldiers who looked down on them before have to walk around with their heads down when they see them.
The knight leader Kazapa took two steps forward, walked beside Paul and pumped his fist excitedly: "Your Highness, look at it this way. It won't be long before we will be able to make the traitor Sauron bow his head and surrender."
Paul smiled, "You really think so?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
Suddenly, Paul's face turned cold, and he raised his hand and shouted, "Shut up!"
The young pope has now become a bit majestic, and his once immature voice has become a bit harsh now, so all the knights who were still discussing became quiet. Paul turned around and said in a deep voice: "You all seem to be overjoyed too soon. If Sauron is only the name of a holy son, he can threaten him. Then my father who was called the savior back then, You will not be easily killed by him! You have to remember that we have only taken such a small step on the road of this power struggle, and it is not even a milestone. If Sauron does not come, that’s it. It must be Thunder's method. If you are as excited and careless as before, you will not even know what happened when you die!"
Kazapa gasped at this moment, Paul's words cleared his mind. He nodded and said solemnly: "We know, Your Highness, we were too complacent just now."
After the harshness was over, Paul said softly again: "Remember the Lord's words, my knights, keep a humble heart at all times and in any place, so that you will be invincible!"
The knight guards replied yes, and then they stopped talking loudly like before, but calmed down, straightened their backs and followed Paul and left. Shortly after they left, a man emerged from a corridor to the left. Feng touched his chin and said softly: "Take both soft and hard tactics, hey, this kid really has a hand."
Then he said distressedly: "Hey, if I knew this job was so boring, I wouldn't agree to it. Such a boring job should let Yeliu stay naturally. A sunny and handsome man like me, stay here the whole time The pope's palace is about to become moldy as an unseemly protector. Paul, this big mansion doesn't even have a beautiful girl, so he can't be incompetent in that respect? It's so pitiful, at such a young age... "
A certain guard whose thoughts were seriously off topic had already begun to viciously speculate about the young pope's personal abilities. At this time, a few faint figures appeared on the opposite side of the street in front of the Pope's residence.
They all wore hooded hoods, and their faces were hidden in the shadow of the hats, except for their chins. These people are like drunkards, everyone is leaning against the corner with wine bottles in their hands or squatting on the ground talking and laughing, and the guards in the distance only frown when they see it. But they didn't approach the palace, and the guards didn't bother to drive them away.
At this time, another drunk man came over from the back of the alley and knelt down beside a thin man. The man raised the brim of his hat, revealing a hideous face. There was a scar on his face across the middle of his nose, one can imagine how dangerous the cut was. The man's eyes lit up, and he asked in a deep voice, "How's the situation?"
"Three places in Minggang, five people in the dark..." As he spoke, the drunk drew a simple map on the ground. Under the cover of other people, the other five came over and stared at the map. All of these people's breath was refined, with a gloomy feeling. They are all strong in the underground world, each of them has the strength of the seventh level, and that scar face is even an eighth level master.
They were all desperadoes recruited by Sauron, and some killings that Sauron was inconvenient to come forward were entrusted to them.
"Paul's bedroom is here, and his knight guards are scattered around. There are ten people in this group, but they are not much better than the guards. They are all guys who are strong outsiders." Scarface sneered: "Ming There are two guard posts at the front gate and one at the back gate. The secret posts are distributed around the mansion, we can choose one to break through. Remember to move quickly, and then... "
He spread out his palm, and there were five pills in his palm: "After completing the task, each person will take one. The poison is violent, and there will be absolutely no pain. After the task is completed, Lord Sauron will give your family a generous pension, I will personally supervise the release of this fund, so you can rest assured."
One of them immediately took the poison and hid it in his mouth and dentures. If he broke the medicine coat when needed, he would die from the poison immediately. In the business of being a killer, these people had already expected such a day, and no one hesitated. Soon, the pills in Scarface's hand were finished, he made a gesture, and several people immediately left from the back of the alley. Under the cover of their companions, the guards of the palace did not know how many of the drunks on the other side of the street were missing.
In the blink of an eye, it was late at night, and it was time for the guards on duty to switch defenses. A few guards dressed as knights came to the place where the defense was changed. As soon as the handover was completed, they heard something fall to the ground from the wall behind. One of the guards walked over, while the other stayed where he was. But at this moment, a figure quietly touched behind the guard behind.
The guard in front took a closer look, but it was a stone. He kicked the stone away angrily, and just turned around when he saw a man in a cloak standing up from behind his companion. Just as he was about to warn, his waist felt cold, and a cold dagger had already been inserted through the gap in the armor on his waist. At the same time, he saw that his companion was also concocted by the crowd. After the killer's dagger entered and exited the companion's waist many times, the companion's eyes lost their luster, and his own consciousness also slipped into the darkness.
After bringing down the two guards, Scarface made a gesture, and two killers dragged them into the grass and hid them. Then, a group of six people sneaked towards the palace in the shadows under the repulsion of trees and statues. At the same time, Feng yawned, stood up lazily and smiled, "It looks like the mice can't help but come out of the gutter."