Chapter 399 7.53 Trial of Heretics (1)

There is no curfew on the streets of Paris at night.

Even in the late night, the cafes and bars on the street are still crowded. Many shop owners and shop assistants who close at midnight flock to them, order a few glasses of flavored fruit wine, and then order a few freshly baked cherry pies to relieve the fatigue of the day.

Happiness belongs to others.

Bishop Francis walking on the street is still worried.

Just now in the "Holy Fire Temple", Microa obviously went through a long period of thinking. The result is mixed for the old bishop.

Happy, because she finally agreed to take on this commission.

The jade seal that Loki gave him is indeed as priceless as the legend says. The Fire Bishop of Paris is even willing to build the entire Fire Temple for this jade seal that is only 10 centimeters in size.

Even if the "Fire Worship" in Paris will be ruthlessly eradicated, it is worth it.

**

The worry still exists.

The Fire Bishop "Microa" was not completely sure that the Fire Bishops would be able to help them escape from Paris.

There was only one reason: time was too tight.

In just 4-5 hours, the day would dawn. Loki was about to be tried, and these 4-5 hours were the preparation time for all the Fire Bishops in Paris.

Not to mention recruiting secret agents from other areas to enter the city, even if all the lurkers in Paris were fully activated, this time was a little tight.

The biggest advantage of the Fire Worship Cult in being able to continuously develop spies was that within this Pope, the power of the Chosen God could be directly passed from the high-sequence Chosen God to the low-sequence Chosen God.

If you want to mobilize everyone, it will take at least 3-4 bishop-level demigods to gather enough spiritual energy.

However, at this time, Microa was the only demigod in Paris.

Indeed, the Imperial Seal was of great value. With this price, the Fire Worship Cult could meet everything Francis asked for. But Microa also told all the possible interests involved.

"I don't need to worry because it's useless to worry now!"

"I have given the square seal away and I will never get it back. This is a foregone conclusion."

The old priest kept repeating these two sentences as if he was hypnotizing himself.

He returned to his apartment in a daze and sat by the window until the early morning.

The busy streets at night were now empty. When the sky turned pale, Loki and Alfred, who were drunk, laughed and kicked open the door and returned.

The two men not only carried a 5-meter-long coffin, but Alfred also carried a sack on his shoulders!

It can be seen that there seemed to be a living person struggling desperately in the sack.

"What are you doing?"

"Forget it, play whatever you want."

Halfway through the conversation, the two men dived into Francis' soft goose down bed and fell into a deep sleep immediately. The old patriarch nodded his head and stopped himself from opening the sack to see which poor ghost was inside.

The guards following Loki also entered the city at this time. The pirates held barbecue, bread and fruit wine, and excitedly compared the female companions they found.

The old patriarch, who had also been busy all night, leaned against the corner and closed his eyes silently.

He exchanged the imperial seal for a "chance to survive". He had no idea whether this deal could be called a good deal.

What's more terrible is that Loki didn't know anything about it.

**

Not long after he closed his eyes, he felt something cold rubbing against his hair on his cheek.

When he opened his awkward eyes, the first thing he saw was a short sword with cold light.

The short sword had no hilt and was suspended in the air. Looking back, the old patriarch saw a handsome Donglu man with black hair and black eyes.

"Lord Lanlan?"

This man's name is known to everyone as a sword cultivator. He is the chief steward of the Golden Scale Guard "Lan Bixue".

He hurriedly stood up from the corner. The old priest realized that a large group of Golden Scale Guards had already rushed into his room.

"Brother Francis, they are here to invite us!"

At the door, Loki, Alfred, and Wenzof were escorted by a group of golden-armored men. Surrounded by dozens of men, the two remained calm and composed.

It didn't look like they were going to be tried at all.

"Since the real boss is here, let's follow them to the court and take a look!"

**

The people of Paris could not remember the last time the Golden Scale Guards took the initiative to escort the prisoners into the "Inquisition".

When the heavy bass horn sounded, many residents walking on the street had even forgotten that this was a signal for pedestrians to avoid.

After the streets were cleared, rows and rows of golden-armored guards riding on snow-white horses came out. They held the Golden Broom King's flag and cleared the way in front.

In the middle of the team were more than 30 "torture monks" wearing gray robes and holding iron thorns.

Although they were also members of the Holy Lord, they were required to abandon all the emotions and desires of mortals after they were born. After entering the Inquisition, they were engaged in whipping, interrogating and burning heretics every day.

Ordinary people were surrounded by more than 30 "torture monks", and most of them were scared to shit and piss. However, Loki and the other two who were surrounded by heavy sieges did not care.

They have not been identified as "enemies of France" and therefore are not in chains. Walking in the streets of Paris, the Plantagenet family must show all merchants entering the city that they run a fair and just government.

Despite this, the weapons carried by the three have all been taken away.

"Is this the giant from the north? Why does it look like there is no difference between us?"

"Hehe, you silly boy!"

"Didn't you see the two-headed griffin family emblem behind the young man?! This young man obviously belongs to the royal family of Wessex. He is a good young man. Why is he mixed with this group of Viking pirates?"

"I heard that Wessex is still a vassal state of France"

"Oh! Did you see the dozens of long-haired men holding a large coffin at the end of the team?! They are the real Vikings!"

"Why are they holding coffins? Are they going to bury the duke on the spot?!"

The onlookers pointed and talked. Bored housewives were lying on the balcony, and children who had packed their schoolbags and were ready to go to church schools also opened their eyes wide with curiosity.

Loki turned around and laughed, without any tension brought by the upcoming trial.

"Dear people of Paris!"

"Pray to the Lord for me and for your children!"

He opened his hands and shouted loudly to the people on the balcony.

"Pray that you have a fair judge"

"Avoid the wrath of the world-destroying gods from pouring down on your heads!"