Today's princess is still cute

Chapter 26: César Returns from Hell

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high speed.

The length is moderate.

Hey, hey, hey, what do you think this is talking about?

It's a dagger!

As an excellent melee auxiliary weapon, it has always been popular among the general public.

You can attack, you can defend, you can respond to emergencies, you can fight against enemies, you can assassinate, you can hide, you can commit seppuku, no, you can cut off your little finger, that's not it either.

Anyway, it is a weapon with many functions!

Cardinson was a little overwhelmed when looking at the dagger with a flash of purple light. There was no doubt that this was an epic equipment, with a simple style and all black. The four hideous blood grooves on it proved that this was not a tool for playing with. The rattlesnake ring at the end made it even more ferocious.

To be honest, Cardinson didn't think it was strange to give a dagger as a gift, but it was very strange to take something that was obviously used by a villain out of the hands of a Morning Star Knight, you know.

"This is the spoils I picked up in that battle," Xizel also looked at the dagger, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and then he buried it deeply, "This is something left by the undead bone wizard. The black magic on it has been purified by the holy power."

Cardinson was silent for a moment, put the clothes into the storage ring, and left only the dagger on the table.

"Teacher, why did you give me this?"

"Weapons are meant to be dangerous weapons. Logically, I shouldn't give you this as a gift."

Xizel stood up, walked to the window, looked at the birds singing and the bright sun outside, and said solemnly: "Cardinson, I hope you remember a sentence, and you must remember it in your future life."

"Teacher, you say." Cardinson also stood up with his hands behind his back.

"In the Church, in the Imperial Capital, and between the territories, you can only trust people 70% of the time. You must be skeptical before you act, and plan before you act."

Xizel turned around, his face grim: "Although it is inconsistent with the doctrine, this is a lesson learned at the cost of thousands of lives. I will never say this to anyone else except you, Rong Ke, and Nell."

Cardinson only felt that a deep gaze penetrated his outer shell and reached the depths of his soul, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

In this summer church, Cardinson actually felt a bit of a chill.

He immediately asked, "Teacher, why?"

"Do you believe me?"

"Of course I believe it."

"Do you believe Rong Ke?"

"letter."

"What if one day, the order we issue is for you to die?"

"I" Cardinson choked.

"If glory and mission conflict with your life and the lives of those you care about one day, what will you choose?"

"If sacrificing one's life for justice is considered natural, and if living a life of mediocrity is considered excusable, what will you choose?"

Three questions in a row, every sentence is heart-wrenching.

Seeing the young man's panic, Xizel took a few breaths and then laughed: "This is the first lesson I'm teaching you. Go back and think about it carefully. I'll give you one last vacation. Come here to find me in a week."

"Yes, teacher, I'm leaving first."

Cardinson bowed, looked at the dagger on the table, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it into the storage ring and turned away.

Xizel looked at the boy's leaving back and sighed deeply.

"squeak--"

In César's office, an inconspicuous little door suddenly opened, and a strong and burly man walked out.

"Sometimes I really want to punch you in the face."

"Please, I promise not to fight back."

The only person who could speak so brazenly to César in the Vatican was Rong Ke.

The angry old man walked forward quickly, slammed the table, and roared: "Why are you talking to him like this! Are you sick? This is inexplicable. If you are sick, I will ask the Pope to come down and treat you!"

"Be quiet, this place is not soundproof," Xizel's face revealed a trace of fatigue, "I am indeed a little anxious, but when I see him, I can't help but think of Nell"

“Fuck you!” Rong Ke grabbed César’s collar and said in a low voice, gritting his teeth, “Nell handed his grandson to you, and this is how you taught him? Revenge! Your mind is full of revenge, and your life is only filled with revenge. And now you want to stuff this shit on that kid! Aren’t you disgusting, César! César Mello!”

Xizel slapped Rong Ke's hand away, his voice trembling: "You wanted to come and see. Now that you have seen it, you think that my teaching is not good enough, so you take me away? Revenge? Do you think I want to? For so many years, I didn't marry or have children. What was it for? Every night when I close my eyes, those eight thousand brothers look straight at me and ask me why I haven't sent those people to see them. What about you! Look at yourself now, do you think you have let it go!"

Rong Ke gritted his teeth, stiffened his neck and said nothing.

Such quarrels have occurred many times in the past decade or so.

There will never be any results.

There is pain and suffering between grief and anger.

"That child has talent and qualifications, and there is something in his eyes that most people in the Church don't have—ambition!" Xizel said hoarsely, "The two of us can't change anything, but he is different. After all these years, this is the first time I've met someone who can give me hope. How can I not be anxious and let it go?"

"Time is running out, Rong Ke, really."

Time passed little by little, and the two looked at each other silently in the room.

In the end, Rong Ke turned his head away.

"No matter what, I don't want to see this child become a knife in your hand, and I don't want him to get hurt." Rong Ke's tone was full of loneliness, and he looked a dozen years older.

"I understand, but as long as he takes this path, he will have no way around it." Xizel nodded and straightened his collar as if nothing had happened.

Rong Ke clenched his fist tightly and punched the air.

There was a muffled sound, and everything in Xizel's office began to shake.

"If that day ever comes, I will kill you with my own hands. No one should become a stepping stone on your road to revenge. Xizel, I will send you to the Kingdom of God."

After Rong Ke said this, he opened the door and left without looking back.

Only Cesar was left standing there, smiling silently.

You don't have to kill me, Rong Ke. I should have died long ago, on that night of the blood moon.

I will not enter the Kingdom of God because I have long lost the qualification to do so.

If God lets me come back alive, I must drag those people back to hell with me.

Not a single one is left.

Chapter 27: The Spring Wind is in Full Swing

When Cardinson walked out of the Vatican, he felt it was extremely unreal.

The knight selection is over.

He completed his first goal and became a Vatican Knight, and he even exceeded the target.

If this is also evaluated, then B is qualified, and obviously he has got an S.

Cardinson didn't even have to ask why the several sets of things that César prepared for him were all of the right sizes, as if they were tailor-made for him.

Some gears had already started turning quietly when he and Rong Ke left Ziye City.

Every opening and every closing is a destined reunion.

"Grandpa, tell me, what should I do now?" Cardinson looked to the south, which was the direction of Ziye City.

Unfortunately, the old man’s words could not reach the imperial capital, nor could they give Cardinson wisdom.

"Kaysen!"

Before he could recover from what César had said, an ardent shout rang in his ears.

Looking up, they saw Arthur, Leonard, and Harrington who had been waiting outside the Vatican.

Cardinson shouted in surprise: "Hey!"

As expected, compared to those unfathomable guys, he prefers to hang out with these simple teenagers.

Arthur and the others ran over, and the four young men formed a circle in the square and chatted happily.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Arthur smiled and said, "Of course! We have an appointment to have dinner together at my house tonight!"

Leonard said calmly: "Congratulations, Cardinson."

"Thank you," Cardinson's mood finally improved. "Looking at your appearance, let me guess. You must have passed the knight selection, right?"

Hearing this, Harrington's signature simple and honest smile reappeared on his face: "Well, of course, the three of us all passed."

Arthur said just right: "As your friends, how could we not approve it? Let me tell you, Kaisen, when those people found out that you were received by the Pope, their eyes almost popped out! Hahahaha!"

Cardinson asked curiously, "You all know about this?"

"Yes, everyone knows it," Arthur said with a proud look on his face, "Everyone present knows that the Holy See has produced a super genius."

strange

Doesn’t the Vatican keep any secrets at all?

It’s not that Cardinson is narcissistic and thinks he should be protected like a giant panda, but there are many people and forces in this world who dislike the Vatican and even hate it.

Suppose, suppose, you are a gold medal thug of a criminal gang, and you see a rising star of the neighboring organization on the street who is extremely talented, but now he is just a little kid. Once he grows up, your forces will be in even more trouble.

At this time, would you mind giving him a knife?

I think most people would be happy to do this.

Cardinson doesn't have a grandfather with him, nor does he have the system of the domineering and cool Long Aotian. Now, if an elite monster comes, he will not give experience but lose his life.

There is no way that the people in the Vatican are that stupid, and there is no way that they would make such a mistake.

The only explanation is

"This is the first lesson I'm teaching you. Go back and think about it carefully. I'll give you one last vacation. Come find me here in a week."

César Melo's words seemed to ring in his ears again, and Cardinson became alert instantly.

In the Vatican, in the imperial capital, or between territories?

Put yourself in public and become a shining target in the dark?

Excluding the first day when the information ferments, then starting tomorrow, troubles will be pouring in.

Not only was Cardinson not nervous, on the contrary, he vaguely felt a kind of excitement from the secretion of adrenaline.

Since Teacher Mei dared to play this kind of trick on him, the Vatican must know about it, and he will definitely not lose his life.

One hundred percent!

Cardinson was 100% sure that either there was someone protecting him in the dark, or the danger of this "first lesson" was not as exaggerated as he had imagined.

"What are you thinking about? Are you too happy?" Arthur saw Cardinson in a daze and patted his shoulder with a smile.

Cardinson came back to his senses and said cheerfully: "No! I was thinking about what to eat at your house tonight and how to eat so that you will feel pain in your flesh!"

"Ha!" Arthur was delighted. "Eat, eat as much as you can. If you can eat one third of the food prepared tonight, the Webster family will provide you with food for the rest of your life!"

Stop it.

Upon learning the news that Cardinson was received by the Pope, Arthur went straight to the servant waiting in the square and gave him careful instructions, asking him to go home immediately to tell his father and eldest brother and ask them to prepare a sumptuous banquet!

It is easy to imagine how prosperous it is since even the Earl's family in the imperial capital uses the word "abundant".

"My carriage is over there." Leonard pointed to a carriage not far away that was engraved with the Bruno family emblem, indicating that many people were already looking over there. Cardinson's attention was too high, so it was not advisable to stay for long.

"Well, come in, my friends!" Arthur stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture.

Cardinson clapped his hands and said, "With pleasure!"

The four young men, full of energy, left arm in arm.

On the south side of the square, two disguised and extremely powerful Templar Knights looked at each other and followed without making a sound.

On the carriage.

"Leonard, you, your carriage is so spacious." Harrington carefully sat on the luxurious cushion inside the carriage, half of his buttocks, for fear of dirtying other people's carriage.

Leonard rarely said anything more: "This carriage belongs to my father. Today is a special day, so he sent it to pick me up."