It was an old man with one foot in the grave, wearing a black robe with golden edges. His white hair was sparse, and his skin was loose and full of age spots. His light blue eyes were cloudy, and he must have had a pair of ocean-like blue eyes when he was young.
Inside the cathedral, all the senior members of the Curia who were participating in the meeting stood up and saluted the old man with their right fists on their chests. This was a ceremony that only the Pope was qualified to use.
Quinn Adams.
To the younger generation of the Curia, this name was like a portrait of a sage hanging on the wall.
The 13th leader of the Commandment Squad!
The Dragon Knight was the 15th leader of the Commandment Squad.
The old man was active in the middle of the last century, and was of the same generation as the Pope. In the distant past, the Pope, the leader of the Knights Templar, and the leader of the Commandment Knights were known as the Iron Triangle of the Curia. They had fought side by side, and left behind countless glorious deeds.
"Quinn, my old friend, why are you here?" The Pope smiled.
Quinn Adams slowly walked into the Curia, stepping on the red carpet. As he approached, he stopped and looked up at the equally old face of the Pope, "Your Holiness, my lifespan is coming to an end."
The Curia was in an uproar.
The bishops looked at each other, their faces full of grief.
Quinn Adams had lived for more than ninety years, almost a century. A few decades ago, this old man had retreated behind the scenes and retired in the headquarters of the Church. He rarely showed his face, and none of the bishops present could remember the last time they had seen this old man.
The lifespan of a Blood Descendant was much longer than that of an ordinary person, but the strongest Blood Descendant did not live long. Even for an ordinary person, 90 years was just a long life.
This was because the injuries that a Blood Descendant suffered in his life were enough to kill an ordinary person a thousand or ten thousand times. Blood Descendant was ultimately made of flesh and blood. Even if these injuries were healed, they would still leave behind all sorts of hidden injuries that would consume their lifespan.
Just like an ordinary person who suffered a fatal injury, their body would be weak for many years.
Since ancient times, every Extreme Grade and half step Extreme Grade had mostly killed their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"Even you have reached this point." The Pope sighed.
"Life and death, reincarnation never ends. Your Holiness need not feel sad for me. " Quinn Adams said in a low voice, "I already know about the Blood Knights' betrayal. Let me contribute my last bit to the Curia."
The Pope stared at him for a long time. "Very well."
A small town far from Berlin.
Li Xianyu didn't know much about Germany and didn't know what class of city it was. However, based on the infrastructure of the city, it was at most a third-tier city in China.
The wealth of a city could not be determined by its infrastructure alone. Sometimes, the old also represented the foundation. Although Li Xianyu had never been abroad before, he had been to Xiangjiang several times. Except for a few core areas, Xiangjiang was even worse than a third-tier city on the mainland.
However, the per capita income in Xiangjiang was twice that of the mainland. Even if you were to work as a waiter in a restaurant, you would have an income of more than 5,000 yuan per month.
Aside from the city's appearance, the population here is not large, and you can hardly see the scene of people jostling each other on the street.
The Blood Esquire said that the current situation could be considered "lively". When the refugee crisis broke out in Europe a few years ago, Germany was the first to bear the brunt and accepted a large number of refugees.
"Europe's perennial free movement of people and open borders have led to the infiltration of terrorism and cultists. A few years ago, I personally dealt with a cult. "
They were hanging out in a bar at night when they were talking about this topic.
Li Xianyu and the Blood Esquire were lying on the edge of the booth on the second floor and looking down at the lively dance floor below. The lighting was ambiguous, and the women in bikinis were showing off in the middle of the dance floor, making all kinds of naked provocative movements.
On the dance floor, the men and women were twisting their bodies and shaking their heads to their heart's content.
It had been two days since the battle in the dense forest. They had entered the city to buy supplies, and Leon suggested that they come to a bar to relax and relax after a stressful life on the run.
The Blood Esquire was an experienced man. He knew that one's mentality would collapse after being in a stressful state for a long time, so he agreed.
Bringing a girl to a bar was every man's dream. Leon laughed at the time and said to Li Xianyu, "I'll show you an exotic bar."
At first, Li Xianyu really thought that the man was a veteran of the night scene, but he soon discovered that he wasn't. The man entered the bar with a straight back and a stiff expression. He sat there and began drinking without a word.
Look at Li Peiyun. He was usually proud and cold, but now he was crossing his legs and narrowing his eyes. He looked like a playful noble young master.
"I know, he killed Zhen Guanxi in three punches," Li Xianyu said.
"Zhen Guanxi?" The Blood Esquire clearly wasn't a foreigner who loved literature.
He had never heard of the famous Brother Guanxi.
"He's an ancient cult boss from China who was killed by a righteous monk in three punches." Li Xianyu briefly recounted Lu Zhishen's exploits.
The Blood Esquire was astonished after hearing this. "The history is surprisingly similar."
He, too, had killed a cult boss in three punches. He was also an expert of a religious organization. Now, he was also a bandit.
"Then what happened to that righteous monk of yours?" the Blood Esquire asked.
This was a bit embarrassing. Li Xianyu's impression of literary masterpieces was limited to movies and TV dramas. Moreover, he only read a little bit here and there. He hadn't read the original at all. Even the TV dramas, cartoons, and comic books he was most familiar with — Journey to the West — had never touched the original.
After some thought, he said with a regretful expression, "He was killed by the imperial court in the end."
In any case, the heroes of the world were all killed by the imperial court in the end. Lu Zhishen wasn't an exception.
The Blood Esquire hurriedly corrected himself after hearing this. "History always looks similar."
Li Xianyu smiled and fished out a small makeup mirror from his pocket. He gazed at himself in the mirror and felt sorry for himself.
He was looking at his makeup. After being kidnapped by the Blood Esquire and going through an entire night of torment, he didn't even dare wash his face after two days of long travel.
He had finally entered the city and put on a mask to buy some cosmetics. Only then did he put on a beautiful makeup.
The Sentinel of the Right was a clever girl. Considering that she might not be by his side, she had taught him how to do makeup early on.
I'm already a mature crossdresser. I need to learn how to do my own makeup.
With this thought in mind, Li Xianyu learned very seriously.
His makeup wasn't as exquisite as the Sentinel of the Right's, but it was enough to cover up his facial features.
A blonde beauty wearing a spaghetti strap skirt walked out from the dance floor and locked onto their table. She first flirted with Li Peiyun and said a few words in German. Li Peiyun ignored her.
Even if he wanted to, he couldn't do anything about the language barrier.
The blonde lady's gaze then fell on the Blood Esquire. She saw that he was chatting enthusiastically with a tall crossdresser and tactfully didn't go up to strike up a conversation. According to this order, the final choice was between Leon and Caluri.
Caluri was eliminated. There was no helping it. He was too skinny and burned too many calories. He was tall and skinny like a hemp stick. It seemed that his skills in bed weren't that great either. In Europe and America, women's aesthetics were still biased towards strong and handsome men.
It wasn't like in a certain country where men would put on smoky makeup and dress like neither a man nor a woman.
The well-proportioned and handsome Leon became her target.
"Hey handsome, can you buy me a drink?" The blonde lady winked at Leon.
Leon looked at her and didn't say anything.
"Buy me a drink and I'll do whatever you want me to," the lady said again.
Li Xianyu thought that if this was in his country, she would most likely be a bartender. But in foreign countries, she would most likely be a date.
Sigh, if I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have crossdressed. It'd be a waste not to eat Western food since I finally made it to Europe.
But now, I'm not eating Western food, but the other party is eating Chinese food.
Caluri whistled and hinted at Leon with a crazy look in his eyes.
At first, Leon looked a bit embarrassed, but this time, he immediately nodded and agreed.
After finishing the drink, the blonde lady sat down on the sofa next to Leon's body. Feeling his hard muscles, she was very satisfied.
"What do you want me to do?" The blonde lady's eyes were like silk.
It was late at night, and it was time to do what needed to be done. She even hinted that there was a youth hostel at the intersection after leaving the bar and turning left.
Everyone looked at Leon with ambiguous gazes.
"Anything?"
"Yes."
Leon swallowed his saliva, hesitated, and hesitated for a long time. "Go and pay the bill."
“fuck！”
The blonde lady left angrily.
"Hahaha." Caluri rolled over on the sofa in laughter. The Blood Esquire shook his head with a bitter smile.
Li Peiyun looked at Leon as if he were an idiot.
"..." Li Xianyu was stunned for a long time. "Was he teasing that woman just now?"
The Blood Esquire drank a mouthful of beer and said helplessly, "No, I guarantee that he wants to sleep with that woman more than anyone else, but he can't."
"Early death?"
"No, Leon is a misogynist. He's an assassin trained by the Vatican and has never touched a woman before he was eighteen. Some people will open their lust and become a stud horse. But some people are afraid of women because they've been repressed for a long time. They don't dare or are afraid to touch them. That's why he's still a virgin. He's only good at talking, but he doesn't have the guts. "
Li Xianyu recalled the Blood Esquire's teasing words when they first met.
So he was a Challenger.
"That's nothing. I've seen a scarier misogynist." Li Xianyu said, "I have a friend who thinks women are shit in his eyes. The more beautiful a woman is, the more shit she looks like. He refuses to have any physical contact with any woman. He wants to cut off his own arm even if it's just a handshake. He even thinks it's torture to breathe in the same room with a woman. "
"Then you must be the woman who looks like shit the most in the world in his eyes," the Blood Esquire teased.
“”
The Blood Esquire's words struck Li Xianyu's mind like a bolt of lightning.
Oh my, I wonder if my seduction ability will work on King Kong. Maybe it can cure his misogynism.
Since ancient times, there were two types of people who were the most miserable: women who couldn't eat chicken and men who never had the chance to get close to King Kong.
If he could cure King Kong's misogynism, it would be a good thing from both his friend's and King Kong's point of view.
But if he couldn't cure his misogynism and instead became obsessed with the character "Li Qianyu", wouldn't he be shooting himself in the foot?
And so, amidst the clamor of the bar, Li Xianyu silently gave up on the idea of curing King Kong's misogynism.
I can act coquettishly because of the mission, but I can't forget that I'm a man. A crossdressing boss also has dignity.
"Then what do we do next?" Li Xianyu came back to his senses and asked.
"I don't know," the Blood Esquire said.
"How about this, I'll give you a chance to organize your words," Li Xianyu said.
"But I really haven't thought it through." The Blood Esquire shrugged. "This matter needs to be investigated, but how? After more than thirty years, the old patriarch of the Kashubu family died. The "mastermind" behind the scenes, the cardinal, is also dead. Kurt Kashubu only knows a little about the details, but it's far from enough to be considered an important clue. "
"That's why the pope isn't panicking at all. He can't be bothered to personally go after you because he's certain that you won't be able to investigate this matter." Li Xianyu sighed emotionally. "Old ginger is spicier."
"Yes, investigating a case isn't suitable for me at all. I prefer to hack people with a sword. It's simple and straightforward."
"But you can't beat the pope."
The Blood Esquire was silent for a while. "Girl, sometimes you're just a little immature."
After complaining, he pinched his forehead in distress. "There's nothing anyone can do about this kind of case. It's too difficult, too difficult. "
"Actually, sometimes you don't need to deliberately pursue the truth, and don't push yourself too hard either. You just need to investigate the matter as soon as possible. If you have this kind of mentality, you'll most likely end up kneeling in the end. " Li Xianyu drank half a bottle of beer in one go and swayed the bottle between his fingers. "Anything, as long as it's been done, will leave traces. Just like a pencil stroke on a piece of white paper, just because you can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. And as long as it exists, you can catch it. There's a saying in China: 'If you don't go to the mountain, the mountain will come to you.' "
The Blood Esquire repeated, "If you don't go to the mountain, the mountain will come to you."
A while later, he shook his head. "What do you mean?"
Li Xianyu waved his hands tiredly. "That's why I said international communication is really difficult. You don't understand the essence of our Chinese language at all."
The Blood Esquire threw him a funny squint. "You're the one who didn't translate well, aren't you? A good translator doesn't translate literally, but the content."
Li Xianyu: "What do you mean?"
The Blood Esquire: "For example, the Chinese phrase 'to lust for immortality and die at the same time'. The correct translation is' I'm going to f * ck you until your legs are weak. '"
Li Xianyu: "I see. Then the correct translation of 'sister-in-law, your sister is on a business trip' is' sister-in-law, come to my house tonight. '"
The Blood Esquire: "Then what if it's' Brother-in-law, your sister is on a business trip '? How do you translate that? "
Li Xianyu: "The Dao of Drought in the Blood."
Pace: "…"
To be honest, she had never seen such a woman.
"The Lord says that people of faith should abstain from lust. Indulging in lust will only lead to depravity. But if possible, I'd like Leon to indulge himself for once, "the Blood Esquire suddenly said.
"Indulging yourself before your death because the road ahead is long?" Li Xianyu asked.
"That sounds ominous, but it's true," the Blood Esquire said. "Do you know why the three of them followed me?"
Li Xianyu shook his head.
"When I fought the pope, most people, including my loyal subordinates, chose to stand on the pope's side without hesitation. Only the three of them chose to follow me. Calorie and Jenny did it for their faith, and they both felt that I was right. But not Leon. He's been with me since he was fifteen, and it's been ten years since then. Whether I'm a partner of justice or a depraved cultist, he'll follow me without hesitation, "the Blood Esquire said.
Li Xianyu thought for a moment. He replaced the pope with the Buddha's head, and the Blood Esquire with Jiese. If Jiese betrayed them one day, how many monks in Lianghua Temple would follow him?
Thinking about it this way, he realized that the Blood Esquire's charisma was unexpectedly strong.
Li Xianyu clinked glasses with the Blood Esquire and took a sip. "If it's convenient, tell me what happened then."
"Didn't I tell you a few days ago?" The Blood Esquire was confused. "The pope wanted to purify Pace, but I didn't agree. That's why we had a conflict."
"The pope wasn't willing to bend the rules?"
"Yes."
"Is he usually this meticulous?"
"No, he's famous for his benevolence."
"So you think something's wrong."
"Yes."
Li Xianyu's fingers tapped the railing lightly. It was obvious that the pope was determined to get the Fallen Angel. He desperately wanted to "retrieve" the Fallen Angel. But according to the records, the Fallen Angel's greatest function was to preach and control believers.
It was a powerful weapon for the Vatican, but it wasn't that important for the ultimate experts themselves.
Was the pope's desire for the Fallen Angel because the Vatican needed them, or was it because he needed them?
Li Xianyu was leaning toward the former.
The pope had been planning for many years to refine the Fallen Angel in secret. He wanted to expand the Vatican's power!
This was the most reasonable truth in Li Xianyu's opinion.
Because the Fallen Angel was taboo, even the pope could only refine it in secret. Otherwise, his reputation would fall apart.
Of course, all this was built on the premise that the Blood Esquire was on the side of justice.
Li Xianyu told the Blood Esquire his speculation. The latter fell silent after listening.
"If that's the case, what are you going to do?" Li Xianyu asked.
"At first, I just wanted to live. I wanted to escape with Pace and survive." The Blood Esquire thought for a moment and said seriously, "If the truth is as you said, and the Fallen Angel is taboo, the pope must apologize for breaking the rules."
"I can help you send a lawyer's letter." Li Xianyu laughed.
At some point, the number of people in the bar had dwindled. The customers were leaving in batches. They tried their best to stay calm, but there were still some with poor mental fortitude who left in a hurry. It almost looked like they were fleeing for their lives.
Li Peiyun woke up from her drunken state. She stood up abruptly and looked around cautiously.
Leon, Jenny, and the others reacted a bit slower. They only reacted after half of the bar's customers had left.
They didn't take the opportunity to blend into the crowd or leave immediately. They only stood behind the Blood Esquire in silence.
The Blood Esquire was unmoved. He quietly watched as the bar emptied out. Gorgeous lights flickered, and dynamic music reverberated in the wide space.
The six of them were the only ones left in the bar.
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