The setting sun has already set most of the way down, and the bright red light is swaying slantingly.
Johnny was also cleaning up his fruit stand as usual. The snow season had just ended, but he was wearing a very naked, revealing and cool top. The scars on his forearms, which were thicker than the thighs of some men, became particularly noticeable.
conspicuous.
This was an injury that forced him to abandon his shield and sword. It made him unable to hold the sword firmly, so he could only put his armor in the box, hoping that his son could put it on again and fight for the glory of the Lord.
Who knows, the Templar Knight back then has now become a fruit seller? But even if Johnny gave up his sword and shield, he still did not give up physical exercise and prayer to God. If nothing else, at least he
His physical strength is worthy of his big body. When someone looking for trouble appears, he can use his muscles and weight to protect his fruits and family.
To say the least, at least it can appease his wife's dissatisfaction because he can't make more money. Although the name of big Johnny is not very eye-catching in Frankfurt, at least in this street
He still has his own prestige.
At least no one dared to take his fruit without paying for it.
"Man, I thought you might be a little empty right now."
However, just as Johnny was packing up the remaining fruits, frowning and thinking about whether to give them to the poor or give them to other businessmen at a cheap price, a low but not hoarse voice full of male magnetism sounded from behind him.
.
"Man, I think you'd better not be here for fun."
Johnny relaxed his brows and replied gruffly.
He straightened up and turned around, and the shadow cast by his tall body immediately obscured the short figure behind him.
Johnny's first impression of the man who was looking for trouble to talk to him was "What a short guy." Then after he saw the silver-haired man's face clearly, he changed it sourly to "What a short guy."
It is an exquisite face that can only be described as neutral, more like a fragile doll than an aristocratic young man. It is a strange charm that neither men nor women will feel strange about, and it is enough for either side.
It can be called handsome.
Unless he is a jealous and inferior person, no one will refuse to talk to a charming person. Even if Johnny only sees the charm in his face at the moment.
"Of course," the silver-haired, blue-eyed man in black robe smiled and nodded. He stretched out his hand and shook Johnny's hand in a friendly way, "Introduce yourself. My name is Roland... I want to inquire about something."
As Roland took his hand away, the two gold coins remained silently in Johnny's hand.
Johnny squeezed it hard first, and then put one of them into his pocket as if nothing had happened. He bit the other one hard, and then his face lit up with joy: "Of course, of course! Everyone knows that Johnny never lies! Dear
Master, the person standing in front of you is an honorably retired Templar. I even have three Dawn-level badges. That was eight years ago..."
"My Lord Knight." Roland suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Johnny's complacent speech, "I want to hear you tell your story in detail in the bar later. I'm in a hurry now... Someone's following me.
Say, you are the best informed around here."
"No. I just never lie... Even if I have retired, at least I was once a Templar under the title of Tyr. I can't let my team be in the dark."
After pondering for a while, Johnny reached out and scratched his chin, and replied seriously: "To be honest, the handsome guy Frankfurt is probably the most well-informed clown. But he likes to lie, and it has nothing to do with interests. If you have any secret information,
Ask around. I suggest you go there with a knife and a curse. Only his own life and death issues can force him to tell the truth. There is no need to worry about him retaliating against that madman who even thinks it's funny."
"I have heard a little about it. After all, he is probably the only intelligence dealer who dares to play tricks on the Cardinal. But what I want to inquire about is not that secret... I think you probably know a thing or two. If it is not necessary, I don't like it.
Dealing with crazy people."
Roland's words made Johnny almost laugh out loud.
Then, he nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I hate that guy too. But he is not a cardinal to play with... Forget it, it's not important. Anyway, sir, what do you want to ask about?"
"Big things," what gave Johnny a headache was that the man in front of him asked a rather broad question, but fortunately he emphasized it later. "Big things only related to the Church of Tire."
Johnny pondered for a moment, and then said seriously: "The only things I know about are the mad saint and the election of the Pope."
"If you have time, Lord Knight, you might as well talk about it."
The young man in black robes who called himself Roland replied calmly: "I just arrived here. But it seems different from the Holy City in my impression..."
"Of course it's different. Hmm... without His Majesty Jupiter IV, they can't do anything well."
Johnny muttered, then cleared his throat and said, "The first is the Mad Saint."
"I think you should at least hear about the priest of the God of Contract being detained without reason. The mercenaries and the priests of La took advantage of the situation and made a big quarrel. Now the First Bishop has begun to pay attention to this matter."
"However, some thieves thought there was a big trouble in the Holy City and started to come in to cause trouble. I just broke the wrist of a heretic who wanted to attack my customer the day before yesterday, and today there are people nearby preparing to cause trouble...
Let's get back to the topic. If this kind of thing happened in previous years, His Majesty Jupiter IV would summon a saint to solve the problem easily and happily. Those cardinals thought so too... But they obviously failed. They summoned a saint who was not immune to the problem.
The controlling madman saint killed someone openly in the square, but in the end they had no choice but to kill him by themselves, which is simply a farce. This is great, the chaos is huge in every sense of the word."
Johnny's face showed genuine disdain.
After calming down a little, he continued.
"But there is good news that Master Xila is out of prison."
"Silla? Cardinal Silla?"
"Yes! It's that adult!"
Johnny said with joy: "That gentleman is a truly upright man and a righteous man. There are not many such people even in the Knights today. I couldn't figure it out from the beginning, why His Majesty Jupiter IV wanted to
Now I understand that he was put in prison. His Majesty probably realized that there was going to be a big trouble in Frankfurt and wanted to protect him."
"Then what?"
"Then? Then the College of Cardinals gathered together twelve people and began to re-elect the Pope. I would say that it should have been done long ago. By the way, I think it was Lord Syracuse who elected the Pope in the end. His righteousness is appreciated by everyone.
I know there is no one more suitable for this position than him."
Roland pondered for a moment, then asked: "Do you know when the election ceremony was announced?"
"Early this morning."
Johnny replied with great certainty: "Many people said it was in the morning, but I know that it is definitely early in the morning. Only early in the morning can the ring ceremony be started. Look, sir, wait until the early morning three days later, when the first round of voting ends, absolutely
It was Monsignor Syracuse who elected the new pope. There could be no other candidate. I bet that he would not even make it to the second round of voting. It must be a crushing vote gap."
"Three days..."
Amid Johnny's bragging, Roland lowered his head, frowned and murmured. (To be continued.)
