Blood of Mercury

In the early morning, the holy city of Frankfurt is solemn.

The cardinals of Tyre only got up from the bed after sleeping for three hours symbolically. After bathing three times, they put on the most formal clothes, dispelling all the permanent magic on their bodies, and ascended the spiral step by step. The baptismal seat, heading towards the church closest to the sun.

Whenever the cardinals climbed five or six steps, two bishops dressed in purple knelt down on either side of the steps, whispering prayers for the cardinal.

They started to move up slowly from about two in the morning, and three hours had passed by the time they reached the dome cathedral at the top.

Only this slow speed could keep them from sweating and tarnishing the sanctity of the Dome Cathedral.

After they took their seats one by one, they didn't look at anyone else in the room, they just closed their eyes and prayed to Termer.

This kind of prayer lasted for nearly two hours, and the bright light shone under the statue of Tyre not far away.

At this time, there were still two vacancies at the table that was enough for fourteen people.

Except for Jupiter IV, who was still praying under the statue of Tyre, there was still one person who did not arrive.

That was the seat on the right of Jupiter IV—the seat that should have belonged to Purcell.

Except for Syrah, who was stern, the other twelve cardinals just sighed and started their daily morning prayers to the statue of Tyre. And Cyrah began to silently recite the morning prayer before Jupiter began to pray.

"...all glory goes to Tyre."

The prayers died down as the sun fully rose. The dazzling light like the dazzling morning light gradually faded, and the old Pope's transparent glass-like body regained the white color of his robe.

Then he slowly sat down on his seat, and the cardinals looked at Jupiter IV in awe.

"Syrah...I think you need to explain."

As Jupiter IV's slow and powerful words fell gently, the ninth person from Jupiter's left suddenly stood up.

That man was Syrah.

However, his face was full of calm, without the slightest flinch.

"I killed the thirteenth Cardinal Purcell, there is no explanation."

His voice was clear and steady, as if he was stating the truth to the world: "My lord Tyre said, that has scales and touches. It is **, you can't eat or touch, otherwise you have to **."

"Those who have eyes but no eyelids are **. You can't eat or touch, otherwise you'll have to **."

"Those who have no wings but fly in the air, or those who have thin wings but fly high, are **, you can't eat or touch. Otherwise, **."

Xila's face with clear lines like a handsome statue is full of awe-inspiring: "This is the word in "Watching the Sun", it is Tyre's motto. I never lied a bit, and did not delete a single word-Saer is my master and me It is Tyre's will for me to kill the man that Father Tyre hates."

"—But! You killed Seir, you killed the people of Tyre! His cardinal!"

The words of Jupiter IV suddenly rose, and the rumbling sound penetrated the dome cathedral and spread throughout the spiraling baptismal seat. All who heard his voice bowed their heads and closed their eyes in prayer.

Although they hadn't met Purcell. But he couldn't help feeling sad for Shira.

But unexpectedly, Cyrana's voice, which also rumbled like thunder, but was obviously much younger, rang out in the sky: "I didn't kill the people of Tyre, but N'Zoth!"

Those who heard Shira's voice immediately began to talk, although they had tried their best to keep their voices down. But it also broke the silence of the holy city.

Can't blame them.

This ability to rumble like thunder in the sky has so far been only possessed by past dynasties among the priests of Tyre.

And now, in addition to Jupiter IV, Silas also has such ability - does this mean that Cardinal Silas is the next pope?

After a while of silence, Jupiter IV asked softly again in a low voice of an old man: "Syrah, I will ask you one last time - you are guilty?"

"For Tyre's sake, if you're willing to punish yourself and confine yourself, I can forgive this matter..."

"—but I refuse."

Sheila also lowered her voice. Rejected indifferently with a normal speech attitude: "I'm not wrong... It's you who is wrong."

"My child, the Pope cannot be wrong..."

"—So, you are not a competent pope."

Cyrah interrupted Jupiter IV.

Suddenly, the dome cathedral fell into a dead silence.

Jupiter IV seemed in disbelief. He asked in a very light voice: "Xila, do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know very well."

As the conversation repeated a few days ago, Xila answered without hesitation, and the answer did not change in the slightest.

However, the nature of the conversation has changed.

Jupiter IV was silent for a while again, and then said regretfully: "Then. You will get rid of the killing... Give it to Bishop Ogg."

"I refuse. Thiel has said that a cardinal cannot be removed."

"This is not something you can refuse, my child. This is the greatest gift I can give you. Unless you want to be excommunicated and die as a heretic."

Jupiter IV shook his head: "Yes, the cardinal can't take off his red robe until he dies... But there are always exceptions."

"To be more careful, that is... people are mortal, do you understand?"

The old Pope said slowly.

However, Xila sighed and looked at the old Pope with condescending eyes pitifully: "I finally know where you went wrong... You can't kill me."

"Want to fight to the death?"

Jupiter IV almost laughed out loud: "You may not know, I can deprive you of your magic at will..."

"Then try it out."

Syrah's words stopped Jupiter IV's voice abruptly.

Suddenly, the eyes of the other cardinals fluctuated violently, with expressions of disbelief.

I saw that Jupiter IV's actions suddenly stiffened - that was undoubtedly what Tyre did.

In this place closest to the sun, Thiel can already exert a certain amount of influence on the people here. And it is clear that Tyre did not want Jupiter IV to kill Cyrah.

"You are too proud, Paulonia... You are trying to twist Tyre's will. You cannot kill me under the watchful eyes of His Majesty Tyre."

Sheila shook her head and took off her tie: "Now, you can choose to imprison me and then repent in front of Tyre; or, you can let me go and admit your arrogance—choose."

"Are you arrogant...you're the arrogant one, Sheila."

Jupiter IV was frozen like a stone statue for a long time, and then suddenly laughed: "That's interesting. Tyre's second spokesperson. Let me guess what you represent... Justice? Tyre's justice? ? It's really good justice."

Jupiter IV did not make any movement, and several shadows appeared from the steps of his seat, subduing Cyra instantly.

The old Pope coughed and stood up from his seat swayingly: "Oh. Our righteous boy has been subdued. Do you know why you lost?"

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He just chuckled, then left his position, walked to the statue of Tyre and knelt down.

His old voice echoed in the church: "Justice... is really a good thing. But now Tyre doesn't need justice, he needs me."

Without looking back, the old Pope announced softly: "There is no need to hold a grand ceremony. I will pray the goddess and then go to the White Pagoda in person."

Long after his guards escorted Cyra into the dungeon and the other cardinals left, Jupiter IV murmured softly, "Pride... Of course I know."

"But Tyre needs me. That's enough."

As if responding to his words, in front of him, the huge brass statue nodded slightly. (To be continued.)

PS: Ugh... We have a cold again, and the fever is close to 38 degrees...

The thinking has started to get confused...hope the quality of this chapter is still passable...