In the early morning, the holy city of Frankfurt was solemn.
The cardinals of Tire only got up from the bed after a symbolic sleep of three hours. After bathing three times, they put on the most formal clothes, dispersed all the resident magic on their bodies, and climbed up the spiral step by step.
The baptismal seat, heading towards the church closest to the sun.
Whenever these cardinals climb up five or six steps, they can see two bishops in purple kneeling on both sides of the steps and praying softly for the cardinals.
They began to move upward slowly at about two o'clock in the morning, and by the time they reached the top dome cathedral, three hours had passed.
Only this slow speed could prevent them from sweating and tarnishing the holiness of the domed cathedral.
After they sat down one by one, they didn't look at anyone else present, they just closed their eyes and prayed silently to Tell.
This kind of prayer lasted for nearly two hours, and then a bright light shone under the statue of Tire not far away.
At this time, there were still two empty seats at the table that could seat fourteen people.
Except for Jupiter IV who was still praying under the statue of Tyre, one person still had not arrived.
That is the seat on the right hand side of Jupiter IV - the seat that should have belonged to Purcell.
Except for Cyla, who had a straight face, the other twelve cardinals just sighed and began their daily morning prayers to the statue of Tire. Cyla had already begun to pray silently before Jupiter began to pray.
Say morning prayers.
"...All glory to Tire."
As the sun rose completely, the prayers gradually subsided. The bright light like the dazzling morning light gradually faded away, and the old pope's body, as transparent as glass, returned to the white color of his robes.
Then he slowly sat down in his seat. The cardinals suddenly looked at Jupiter IV with solemnity.
"Xila...I think you need to explain."
As Jupiter IV's slow and powerful words fell gently, the ninth person from Jupiter's left stood up immediately.
That person was none other than Sila.
However, his face was full of calmness, without the slightest hint of flinching.
"I killed the thirteenth Cardinal Purcell. There is nothing to explain."
His voice was clear and steady, as if he was stating the truth to the world: "My lord Tire said, anything that has scales and tentacles is filthy. You must not eat it or touch it, otherwise you will also be filthy."
"Those who have eyes but no eyelids are filthy. You must not eat them or touch them, otherwise they will also become filthy."
"Anything that has no wings but flies in the air, or something that has thin wings but flies high, is filthy. You must not eat it or touch it, otherwise you will also be filthy."
Xi La's face with clear lines like a handsome statue is full of awe: "This is a sentence in "Looking at the Sun", which is the motto of Tire. I have never deceived him at all, and I have not deleted a word - Si La is my master.
The filth that my father Tire hates, it is Tire's will that I kill him."
"——But! You killed Cyre, you killed Tyre's people! His cardinal!"
The words of Jupiter IV suddenly rose in pitch, and the rumbling sound penetrated the domed cathedral and spread throughout the spiraling baptismal seat. Everyone who heard his voice bowed their heads and closed their eyes in prayer.
Although they have never met Seer, they can't help but feel sad for Sila.
But unexpectedly, Xilana's voice, which was also rumbling like thunder, but was obviously much younger, sounded in the sky: "I am not killing the people of Tire, but the people of N'Zoth!"
Those who heard Xiela's voice immediately started talking. Although they had tried their best to lower their voices, they also broke the silence of the holy city.
Can't blame them.
This ability to rumble across the sky like thunder has so far been possessed by only the popes of the past among the priests of Tire.
And now, in addition to Jupiter IV, Syracuse also has such an ability - does this mean that Cardinal Syracuse is the next generation of pope?
After a moment of silence, Jupiter IV again asked softly in the deep voice of an old man: "Xila. Let me ask you one last time - do you know your guilt?"
"For the sake of Tyr, if you are willing to punish yourself and be imprisoned, I can forget about this matter..."
"—but I refuse."
Xila also lowered his voice and refused calmly in a normal speaking manner: "I am not wrong...it is you who are wrong."
"My son, the Pope cannot make mistakes..."
"——So, you are not a competent pope."
Cyrus interrupted Jupiter IV.
Suddenly, the domed cathedral fell into a dead silence.
Jupiter IV seemed to be in disbelief and asked in a very soft voice: "Xila, do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know very well."
Just like a repeat of the conversation a few days ago, Xiela continued without hesitation, and the answer did not change at all.
However, the nature of the conversation has changed.
Jupiter IV was silent for a while again, and then said regretfully: "Then, you must remove the Ring of Killing... and hand it over to Bishop Ogg."
"I refuse. Thiel once said that a cardinal cannot be removed."
"This is not something you can refuse, my child. This is the greatest gift I can give you. Unless you want to be excommunicated and die as a heretic."
Jupiter IV shook his head: "Yes, the cardinal will not be able to take off his red robe until his death...but there are always exceptions."
"To put it more carefully,... everyone is mortal, do you understand?"
The old pope said slowly.
Xiela sighed and looked at the old pope pitifully with a condescending look: "I finally know where you went wrong... You can't kill me."
"Want to give it a try?"
Jupiter IV almost laughed out loud: "You may not know that I can deprive you of your magic at will..."
"Then just give it a try."
Sylla's words caused Jupiter IV's voice to stop abruptly.
Suddenly, the eyes of the other cardinals fluctuated violently, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
I saw that Jupiter IV's actions suddenly froze - it was undoubtedly Tyr's doing.
In this place closest to the sun, Tyr can already exert a certain amount of influence on the people here. And it is obvious that Tyr does not want Jupiter IV to kill Cyrus.
"You are too proud, Paulonia...you actually tried to twist Tyr's will. Under the gaze of Tyr's crown, you can't kill me."
Xi La shook his head and took off his tie: "Now, you can choose to imprison me and then confess in front of Tyre; or, you can let me go and admit your arrogance - choose."
"Are you arrogant... You are the most arrogant one, right?"
Jupiter IV was as stiff as a stone statue for a long time, and then suddenly laughed out loud: "How interesting. Are you the second spokesperson of Tyr? Let me guess what you represent... Justice? Justice of Tyr
? Really good justice.”
Jupiter IV did not make any move, then several shadows appeared from the steps of his seat, subduing Syracuse instantly.
The old pope coughed and stood up from his seat unsteadily: "Oh. Our righteous guy was subdued. Do you know why you lost?"
As expected, Jupiter IV received no response from Syracuse.
He just chuckled, left his position, walked to the statue of Tire and knelt down.
His old voice echoed in the church: "Justice... is really a good thing. But now Tyre doesn't need justice, he needs me."
Without looking back, the old pope announced softly: "There is no need to hold a big ceremony. I will pray for divine power and then go to the White Tower in person."
After his guards escorted Cyrus into the dungeon and long after the other cardinals had left, Jupiter IV murmured softly: "Arrogance... Of course I know it."
"But Tyr needs me. That's enough."
As if responding to his words, the huge brass statue in front of him nodded slightly. (To be continued.)
ps: Wow... we have a cold again, with a fever reaching nearly 38 degrees...
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