Several old elves were discussing, and their voices became louder and louder.
An elf prisoner carrying a lunch box passed by and wearing triangular luminous shackles on his hands came over to take a look at it curiously. Then he remembered that today is the Pope's election day: "Is it 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?"
"I'm done, I'm done... I'm about to hand it in..."
"Forget it, Gulamanth."
Another old elf 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: "This is... the human pope? When did humans also have cardinals?"
"—What, the Human Pope?"
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?"
Immediately, 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.
"It's none of your business, go back and eat!"
A young warden shouted harshly, waving his 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.
, instead, the swarm of bees retreated back, laughing and joking.
The other wardens didn't get angry, they just drank a cup of tea and watched him chasing people away happily.
They discussed leisurely: "It would be good to have a human being the pope. Besides, they are still Avalonians... Isn't Avalon also considered our territory?"
"Yes, the Avalonians can be considered one of our own."
"Actually, I think Cardinal Galatea is also good. After all, they are both members of the Monuments Restoration Association. But I still support Cardinal Matilda."
"It's impossible. Cardinal Matilda has a very good relationship with Her Majesty the Saint. She will definitely give up her vote to Her Majesty the Saint."
"Yes, it would be best for a saint to be elected pope..."
These old elves who are more than a thousand years old whisper so.
And in the corner of this floor, there is a place that is more heavily guarded and closed.
A human young man wearing a linen robe, with luminous shackles on his hands and feet, and with silver-white luminous runes written on his body, was sitting safely at the dining table.
He has red hair - it is the vampire writer Bram Stoker. He looks a little thinner than before, but he has become more energetic.
But at this moment, on his table was a bottle of quite high-quality red wine produced by Star Antimony.
This is something that is normally impossible to provide to prisoners.
Because the person who brought it over sneaked in quietly.
"How's it going, Bram?"
Jacob 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?"
"be honest."
While twirling the Bolognese spaghetti with his fork, Bram said: "Even the prisoners of the Theocracy eat better than the Avalonians - even many times better.
"If those pickpockets who can't find a job on Glass Island knew how pickpockets are treated in The Theocracy, they might sneak over by boat."
On his table is a tomato bolognese spaghetti 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 tomatoes and meat today.
Choose from sauce noodles, meat pies or sugar pies, or lamb braised rice, and pair it with a vegetable salad or assorted stews.
In terms of food quality, it is really much better than ordinary Avalonians.
What he held in his hand was a shiny silver metal fork.
The Theocracy does not worry about prisoners hurting themselves or each other, and there is basically no possibility of escaping - those runes can control prisoners at any time, and can also make them unable to do something instinctively, or even think of certain things. Compared with Avalon's
Authoritarian spells. The Theocracy's authoritarian spells are gentler but more difficult to resist.
"oh?"
Jacob smiled and said: "That's it..."
"...Compared with the taste of human blood or human flesh, which one is better?"
"If possible," vampire writer Bram didn't look up at Jacob, but his voice gradually contained a hint of depth, "I would rather...eat your flesh and drink your blood.
"——Jacob Alexander. My old friend."
The next moment, a luminous humanoid creature suddenly appeared behind Jacob.
A strong sense of oppression, a sense of divine majesty, made Bram suddenly raise his head and look at it.
In an instant, he was sweating profusely.
"Don't do it, 'Aiwass'."
Jacob said leisurely: "It's okay to scare."
[But he said he would kill you]
A voice that sounded a little aggrieved and sounded like a mechanically synthesized noise.
"...Is this the benefit of being a dog for Huan Tiansi?"
"Bram" sarcastically said: "Sir [Apostle]?"
He raised his head, his pupils turned into fire.
The sharp and arrogant voice that originally belonged to Bram became deep and magnetic, completely inconsistent with his slender appearance at the moment.
"You have misunderstood me, Cardinal Loki."
Jacob said leisurely: "'Aiwass' was something I made while I was alive...it was just that I activated it after my death."
"'Aiwass'...heh. This thing has the same name as your grandson. Is it a swampman made from his soul fragments?"
"Just scraps."
Jacob smiled slightly and pushed up his monocle.
His youthful appearance made him seem to have gone back in time and become that reporter.
"...leftovers? Whose leftovers?"
"Shouldn't you know? Cardinal Loki, who knows everything... This is naturally the remnant used to make Aiwass. I was given some raw materials above, but I actually made Aiwass using only part of it.
It’s out. Then the remaining part...can’t go back.”
Jacob said with a smile: "In our human terminology, this is called 'fire consumption'. This scrap is my thing."
"snort."
"Bram" sneered, noncommittal.
He gradually retreated and became Bram again.
"Don't leave in a hurry yet."
Jacob spoke and showed off gently: "Did you know that my grandson has become the pope?"
"Oh, I can guess it."
"Bram" paused and raised his head again, a sea of fire reflected in his pupils again.
But his smile was sarcastic: "In other words, that is also one of my backup plans."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Whether you become the pope or you are killed by Aiwass... No matter you are alive or dead, you can always push the tide and get some benefits. It's quite a Moriarty-style plan.
Ah." Jacob said cheerfully.
"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" said with a sneer.
"oh?"
Jacob smiled slightly: "Are you really sure that this is your plan?
"Is there a possibility that... all of this is Moriarty's layout? From the beginning, you didn't have 'so many choices'. The future full of countless possibilities, when Aiwass arrived,
There is only one possibility left.
"All this is inevitable.
"As if I would appear here, and you..."
Jacob smiled, reached out and grabbed the silver fork in "Bram's" hand, and let his skin be pricked.
