Several old elves were discussing, and their voices became louder and louder.
An elf prisoner carrying a lunch box passing by and wearing triangular luminous shackles on his hands came over to take a look at it curiously, and then remembered that today was the Pope’s election day: “It’s already March 3rd. "
One of the "Wardens" glanced at him and said angrily: "Yes, have you finished the twenty sets of Source of Life mixture I asked you to make the day before yesterday?" /p>
"It's done, it's done... I'm about to hand it in..."
"Forget it, Gulamanth."
Another old elf He advised: "Today is a good day, give them half a day off."
The passing prisoner came over, looked at the message on the screen, and asked curiously: "Is this ...Human Pope? When did humans also have Cardinals?”
“Shouldn’t you know? Cardinal Loki, who knows everything, is naturally a remnant of ‘Aiwass’. . The above gave me some ingredients, but I actually made Aiwass with only part of it. Then the remaining part...can't be returned."
"...This is you. Is there any benefit to being a dog for Huan Tiansi?"
"It's impossible. Cardinal Matilda has a good relationship with Her Majesty. She will definitely give her vote to Her Majesty."
"If those pickpockets who can't find a job on the Glass Island know how pickpockets are treated in the Theocracy, they might sneak over by boat."
[But he said I'm going to kill you]
The other wardens didn't get angry at all. They just drank a cup of tea and watched him chase people away happily.
"Don't do it, 'Aiwass'."
"Yes, the Avalonians are also our own people."
"Oh?"
"As if I would appear here, and you..."
"How about it, Bram?"
That young appearance made him look like Go back in time and become that reporter.
And in the corner of this floor, in a more heavily defended and closed place.
"If possible," the vampire writer Bram did not look up at Jacob, but his voice gradually contained a hint of deepness, "I would rather... eat your flesh and drink it." Your blood.
"Is there a possibility that... this is all Moriarty's plan? From the very beginning, you don’t have ‘that many choices’. The future that was filled with countless possibilities had only one possibility left when Aiwass arrived.
"On the contrary, Jacob. He learned it from me. How can a father be like a son?" A small piece of Loki's consciousness hidden in "Bram" sneered. said.
At this moment, on his table was a bottle of quite high-quality red wine produced by Star Antimony.
The sharp and arrogant voice that originally belonged to Bram became deep and magnetic, completely inconsistent with his slender appearance at the moment.
Not far away, there were human prisoners passing by carrying food. When they heard the sound, they suddenly became excited and ran over to join in the fun: "Is there an amnesty? Can you give us an amnesty?"
Jacob He said with a smile, drank the barley tea on Bram's table, and then poured him a glass of red wine: "How is life here?"
"Humph."
A young warden shouted harshly, waving his light whip and driving everyone back. But these whips did not hit anyone, they just slapped in the air. Therefore, the prisoners were not too afraid, but retreated back in a swarm of laughter.
The next moment, a luminous humanoid creature suddenly appeared behind Jacob.
A strong sense of oppression and a sense of divine majesty made Bram suddenly raise his head and look at it.
"You have misunderstood me, Cardinal Loki."
Jacob said with a smile: "In our human terminology, this is called 'fire consumption'. This Some of the scraps are mine."
Jacob smiled slightly: "Are you really sure that this is your plan?
"What, the human pope?" "
"It's none of your business, go back and eat! "
It was just his smile that said sarcastically: "In other words, that is also one of my backup plans. ”
“Oh? "
"Don't leave in a hurry yet. "
Brem twirled the Bolognese spaghetti with his fork and said, "Even the prisoners of the Theocracy eat better than the Avalonians - even many times better."
"——Jacob Alexander. My old friend."
They discussed leisurely: "It would be good to let a human be the pope. Besides, it is Ava. Takahiro...isn't Avalon considered our territory?"
"I'll tell you the truth."
He raised his head and his pupils turned into fire.
Jacob said with a smile: "That's it..." "Just scraps." ”
Jacob said leisurely: “‘Aiwass’ was something I made while I was alive…it was just that I activated it after my death. "
In terms of food quality, it is really much better than ordinary Avalonians.
"Actually, I think Cardinal Galatea is pretty good, after all. They are all from the Historic Monuments Restoration Society. But I still support Cardinal Matilda. "
This is something that is normally impossible to provide to prisoners.
"Bram" sarcastically said: "Sir [Apostle]? ”
The Theocracy is not worried about prisoners hurting themselves or each other, and there is basically no possibility of escaping from prison - those runes can control prisoners at any time, and can also make them unable to do something instinctively, or even think of something. These things. Compared with Avalon's authoritarian spells, the Theocracy's authoritarian magic is gentler but more difficult to resist.
Jacob said, showing off gently.Said: "Did you know, my grandson has become the pope."
A voice that sounded a little aggrieved and sounded like a mechanical synthesizer.
These old elves who are more than a thousand years old whispered so.
Suddenly, many human prisoners, harpy prisoners, and goblin prisoners also heard the news, and they all wanted to come over to see the news about the new pope.
In an instant, he was sweating profusely.
"Yes, it would be best to let a saint be elected pope..."
"...leftovers? Whose leftovers?"
"'Aihua Si'... Huh. This thing has the same name as your grandson. Is it Swampman made of his soul fragments?"
What he holds in his hand is the shining silver metal fork.
Jacob said leisurely: "It's okay to scare."
He has red hair - it is the vampire writer Bram Stoker. He looked a little thinner than before, but became more energetic.
Jacob smiled, reached out and grabbed the silver fork in "Bram's" hand, and let his skin be pierced.
"All this is inevitable.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Whether you become the pope or you are killed by Aiwass...whether you are alive or dead, you can always go with the flow and get some benefits. It's quite a Moriarty-style layout plan. "Jacob said cheerfully.
Jacob smiled slightly and pushed up his monocle.
"Oh, I can guess it. "
"Bram" sneered, noncommittal.
"...Compared with the taste of human blood or human flesh, which one is better? ”
Because the person who brought it here sneaked in quietly.
A man wearing a linen robe, with luminous shackles on his hands and feet, and written all over his body The human young man with the silver-white luminous runes sat quietly at the dining table.
"Bram" paused and raised his head again, with a sea of fire reflected in his pupils again.
On his table there is a tomato bolognese pasta and an oil salad with three vegetables. This is not a special food because of his status, but the most standard prisoner meal - they can even eat it today. Choose from spaghetti bolognese, meat or sugar pies, lamb stew, with a vegetable salad or a mixed stew.
He gradually retreated and returned. Bram.
"—will serve me as Lord.
"Taste it, I am the Holy Communion...This is mercy."
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