Hearing Guderian's words, Roland raised his eyebrows. ∷∷,
Threat? Showdown? Surrender?
Or is this just a temporary measure?
"Cardinal Guderian, do you really know what you are talking about?"
Roland did not panic at all and said in a deep voice: "If it were two hundred years ago, even a cardinal who said such words would have been punished with a fine."
"If this really happens...then as you wish."
Guderian lowered his head and whispered respectfully in a humble and almost flattering manner: "Whether it is a silver injection or a crucifixion, I am ready...my Majesty Roland."
"Huh?"
Roland had a strange and pleasant smile on his lips.
He chuckled, opened his eyes, squinted slightly at Guderian's expression, and said in a low voice: "So... your will is really firm."
"No way, sir, I'm just an ordinary person. I'm not a chosen one, nor a pope, nor a son of God. Being able to reach the level of supreme bishop is already far beyond my own ability."
Guderian's lips moved slightly and he said softly: "I have thought about this day for a long time."
"Today? Sorry, I can't seem to understand."
Roland said slowly, with a playful look in his eyes.
Finally, Guderian sighed deeply: "Sir... you don't have to play tricks on me, an ordinary person. Whether you are an extraterrestrial demon, a demon, or a devil, it's all the same as me.
Little characters have nothing to do with it, right? We are just trying to make ends meet. Our faith is just to live a better life. Now that the crown of Tire has fallen, our group of believers are like bereaved dogs with no one to shelter us. It is only a matter of time before the Holy City falls.
thing."
"Let me tell you the truth, Your Majesty Roland. No matter who you are, no matter what you plan to ask us to do, as long as you can leave us a way to survive..."
"You are overthinking, Guderian. Things are not that bad."
Roland's voice came up behind him and interrupted him. Roland put his hand on Guderian's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "If I were the devil, do you think you are still here?"
Can you kneel here and talk to me?"
That's a silent threat.
Immediately, thin beads of cold sweat began to seep from Guderian's temples.
As if the cold wind of winter had pierced his back, even without turning around to confirm with his eyes, he could feel how obvious Roland's malice was at this moment.
"Don't be nervous, Cardinal Guderian. I told you. Things are not as bad as you think."
"Stop teasing me, Your Majesty."
Guderian's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his voice was full of tremors: "I attended the Parliament of the Gods last week...so I roughly know what kind of existence you are."
"If I remember correctly... the time when the plague that even the gods themselves could not cure was transmitted to Bansa was almost the same time as the time when you came to Bansa."
"Then, I went out to investigate in the past two days." As he said this, Guderian smiled bitterly, "Your identity... is not, as the rumors say, a pastor in the south of Bantha. Not long ago, you
It should still be in the White Tower...but not long after you arrived at the White Tower, the White Tower collapsed, and it was at that time that Tyr lost contact."
"I heard some rumors that you had something to do with Orlando who overturned the City of Fortune. Therefore, I personally guess that you are probably also responsible for the huge treasure worth one-third of the White Tower that was hidden in Orlando.
Know whereabouts..."
Guderian said without hesitation.
Because when he said the first sentence, he knew that Roland already had a reason to kill him. If his answer could not satisfy Roland, he would definitely not be able to avoid the ending of death.
Guderian raised his head and said to Roland sincerely: "I have told you everything. All I want is to live. It would be better if I could live with my followers...
No matter what your purpose is, I think the Church of Tyr can always be of some help."
"Believers worship Tire just to get a better life. At least for most people, they have no clear idea of who they want to believe in or who they want to obey."
Guderian said humbly: "We have no intention of questioning your authority, but I think if you can realize the wishes of believers, no matter whether you want to believe in the devil or something else, they will happily accept it."
After hearing his words, Roland couldn't help but look a little surprised.
Then he laughed out loud.
"Well said, Guderian. You really did not disappoint me."
Roland released his hand from Guderian's shoulder, and immediately, the boiling divine grace in Guderian's body calmed down.
Guderian couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
He watched Roland slowly walk forward step by step from behind him. He gently touched the back of the icon of Tyr, his eyes moved slightly and then he calmed down.
If a sneak attack was made at this time, Roland might be able to be killed, but that would be when only Roland and Guderian were present.
Guderian has not forgotten that there is a heroic knight behind him staring closely at him.
"Guderian, I saw you right. You are a very good and talented person. Karaka is just a clown compared to you."
"You are overly flattering."
"No, nothing I said was a lie."
"Then, you should also know the ability of Jupiter IV."
"yes."
"very good."
As Roland said this, he turned back and looked down at Guderian who was kneeling on the ground: "Then, there is no need for me to say more. I will give you a chance, a chance to prove your loyalty... You have to know that I want such a
The church is of no use."
"You mean?"
Guderian's heart moved slightly.
Roland chuckled and said: "You have to know that Guderian alone cannot serve as the supreme bishop and the pope at the same time."
At this point, no explanation is needed.
Guderian's whole body trembled with excitement.
He knelt on the ground and crawled in front of Roland, and piously kissed the ring on Roland's outstretched left hand.
"I will dedicate all my loyalty to you... May you be as great as Tire."
"Then, next, Guderian..."
Roland's voice was low and charming: "You and I are standing together. Don't be nervous and say everything you want to say. Because I am with you, and my sword and my staff will protect you until
forever."
Under the comfort of Roland's voice, Guderian calmed down strangely.
No, it wasn't just that he calmed down. His vision gradually widened, his heartbeat and breathing began to slow down, and his muscles all over his body relaxed unconsciously.
The sound of his heartbeat became louder and louder in his ears, his throat became dry, and hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes. Something seemed to be buzzing in his head, making the sound of metal clashing.
At the same time, a sense of sweetness, happiness and a sense of peace that cannot be described in words rushed into his mind.
Guderian's saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, his limbs twitched, and the intense pleasure made him almost lose consciousness.
"...This is the Fairy's Kiss? When..."
"It seems that you are indeed related to the knight in the City of Fortune. The person who can recognize the fairy kiss in the first place is not an ordinary person."
Roland wiped his power ring and said gently: "Then, I will accept your loyalty." (To be continued.)