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Qingying and Hongchuang looked at each other, and they both imitated the sword-wielding man and followed suit.
In desperation, the two people standing there had no choice but to grit their teeth and follow.
"Hello."
The man holding the sword greeted the skinny old man sitting cross-legged in the sun.
The skinny old man, who had light dark spots on his face but was very energetic, turned his head and looked at the people in confusion: "A foreigner?"
"Yes." The sword holder nodded: "I would like to ask, where can I meet the city lord?"
The skinny old man thought for a while: "The city lord is probably helping the Pope prepare for the coronation ceremony, maybe in the mansion, or maybe in the central square."
"pope?"
Several people were startled and looked at each other.
Isn’t this Florence? Is the Pope here to be crowned?
So what is the Vatican used for?
"Yes, the new pope." The skinny old man raised his head devoutly, his wrinkled face exuding an inexplicable light: "He suddenly came down like a god and saved us."
Listening to his words, Classic Music thought of something and asked tentatively:
"Uh, I'd like to ask, does the pope you are talking about believe in God?"
"God?" The skinny old man sneered, imitating what Pope Ginger Rock I said during his impassioned speech last night: "God is a bitch!"
"So..." Classical Music continued, "Which god does your Pope believe in?"
"The God of Redemption." The skinny old man changed his face at the speed of light, and his piety reappeared.
"What's the name of the sect?"
"Uh... Oops, I can't remember it." The skinny old man thought for a long time and said uncertainly: "Probably, the Sun Society, or the Cross Society or something like that. I was too far away yesterday and didn't hear it clearly."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." The skinny old man nodded, thought of something, and asked a little fanatically: "Speaking of which, are you considering believing in the God of Salvation? If you believe in the God of Redemption, you don't need to be afraid of the plague."
"Well..." Classical Music said perfunctorily: "We will consider it."
After finishing the conversation, several people came to a corner where there were no corpses to discuss.
"The case has been solved." Gu Le showed a true expression and explained in a low voice to the still confused people: "The history of this world is different from what we know. God still exists, but I don't know where a person popped up. Heresy, established in Florence."
"Do you think the God of Salvation he talked about is reliable?"
Blind Box asked: "I have never heard of this god."
"So it must be a heresy." Classical Music said disdainfully: "And it is the most clumsy kind. It seizes on people's pain points under the guise of being immune to the plague by joining the association. It is pure fraud."
"So do you think it's possible..." The sword-bearer made a bold guess: "The root of the evil is this so-called Pope?"
However, this bold conjecture was recognized by everyone, and classical music continued to expand along this line of thinking.
"It's really bad."
He pondered: "This pope spread the Black Death here in some way, and then took advantage of it, using the ignorant people as tools to destroy faith and establish paganism."
Just when he was about to continue thinking divergently, Hong Chuang interrupted: "If this is really the case, the problem will be serious."
She looked at the corpses of patients lying on the ground, and said with a solemn face: "Look at these people, they are like this and they are still devoted to the Pope. Maybe the Pope has some extraordinary ability and brainwashed them.
I suggest that if you have items that can improve your mental resistance, prepare them as soon as possible to avoid getting caught. "
"It makes sense." Several people nodded solemnly.
But just then, a soldier suddenly appeared on the street.
He held a cornet in his hand and played it as he walked.
Then a strange scene happened.
Those "corpses" lying on the ground all got up from the ground when they heard the sound of the trumpet.
Several people were suddenly shocked.
How come a dying person suddenly came back to life? And judging by their expressions, they seemed quite happy...
Vaguely, several people also heard them saying incomprehensible words such as "It's finally time", "It's so slippery", "It's chilly", "Brother, I can't bear it anymore".
"This is..." Classical Music narrowed his eyes.
"Don't say it, you really don't say it." Blind Box said jokingly: "It seems a bit like the Magic Flute. When the flute is played, the mice will follow the person who plays the flute. It's hard to get the Black Death." Could it be that he has become like a mouse?"
The sword holder actually felt that this description was surprisingly appropriate.
Just when they were wondering, the soldier playing the cornet noticed them and shouted:
"Hey! You guys!"
Several people immediately became alert and prepared to fight at any time.
However, the soldier showed no hostility at all and just asked: "Have you just entered the city?"
"That's right." Classical Le replied with a hidden smile.
"Oh." The soldier didn't notice anything strange. He just nodded calmly and pointed to the end of the street: "Go to the collection point over there, get a piece of holy water each, and then give it an enema."
"Huh?" Classical Music's smile froze, suspecting that he heard wrongly.
"Ah what?" The soldier thought that several people were resisting, and his expression became serious: "Don't bring diseases to our city!"
At this time, the skinny old man from before said, "But they are not believers in the God of Redemption."
"It doesn't matter." The soldier said loyally: "The Pope said that God's blessing does not distinguish between national boundaries and races. Regardless of whether you believe it or not, as long as you are in the mire, he will save you!"
"Oh! Great Pope!" The skinny old man began to worship the sky.
When other people who were watching the excitement heard that the Pope was so kind, they began to praise him in unison.
"Oh! This is the Pope we recognize!"
"The Savior of Florence!"
"The Pope is great! No need to say more!"
Looking at the almost bewildered people, several exorcists with solemn expressions became more and more certain that this pope was definitely not a good guy.
Even the Catholic Church with its established roots cannot be so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Why does this pope appear from nowhere?
And the so-called holy water.
Whose holy water is used for enema? !
Chapter 107 The Blue Beast of Florence
At the same time that the exorcists were entering the inner city, Jiang Lu had almost recovered from his mental fatigue after an hour of sleep.
The new Pope, who is about to be crowned in Florence, and Duke Giovanni of Florence, two rulers who have already stood at the top of the city, are standing side by side on the terrace on the top floor of the Medici family mansion, and will be rejuvenated. This ancient city has a panoramic view.
Giovanni marveled secretly.
It was clear that not long ago, Jiang Lu looked tired of the world, but now, after a while, he was full of energy again.
"Giovanni." Jiang Lu looked serious, with a faint smile on his face: "I learned a new skill yesterday about changing speed in a short time and into a long time. Look forward to it!"
"What?" Although Giovanni didn't know what shifting meant, he still praised without knowing it: "Teacher Jiang Luoke is so strong!"
Now his name for Jiang Lu has changed, evolving from Mr. Holmes to Mr. Jiang Luoke.
To the outside world, this was the Duke of Florence's recognition and respect for the Pope, but only a few people knew that Jiang Lu really taught Giovanni something new.
Jiang Lu did not show any resistance to this title and said calmly: "I will let you see what extreme turbo shifting is!"
"So Teacher Jiang Locke, how can I become as powerful as you?" Giovanni's face was full of expectation.
"You want to learn?"
"Yes! I want to learn!" Giovanni nodded sharply.
"Okay!" Jiang Lu pointed at the sun hanging high in the sky: "Then let's practice it a hundred times first!"
Infected by Jiang Lu's passionate tone, Giovanni also became inexplicably excited.
But soon, he calmed down again because he could not understand the Chinese pronunciation used by Jiang Lu when he said the proper nouns.
"Teacher Jiang Luoke, what does it mean to stop at the right time?"
Jiang Lu's eyes were like torches: "This is a test of your will and control. When you learn to stop at the right time, you will learn to change speed. Although the time is short, you can eat small meals frequently and achieve qualitative change through quantitative change!"
As the most outstanding heir of the Medici family and the ruler of Florence, Giovanni's talent was naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people.
He only thought about it for a moment before he understood the true meaning: "I...I think I understand."
"Then, let's get started, pay attention to my rhythm!" Jiang Lu said, intending to play the role of the leader.
"Okay Teacher Jiang Luoke!"
“This move…” Jiang Lu was like a lion awakening from his deep sleep, his eyes instantly revealed a sharp edge: “It’s called Solar Eclipse Sky Strike!”
After an unknown amount of time, Giovanni's wife came to the terrace, looking for her husband.
As soon as they came up, they saw Jiang Lu and Giovanni looking into the distance. Their backs were equally tall and generous. A blush suddenly appeared on their faces, and the corners of their mouths raised showed uncontrollable happiness.
But just when she was about to call the two of them, she saw Giovanni's legs weakened and he fell to his knees.
"No! I can't do it!"
Giovanni put his hands on the ground and roared desperately:
"I have no talent or skills. I will never be able to reach your level, Mr. Jiang Locke!!"
Although she didn't know what happened, Giovanni's wife immediately came forward and hugged his head, sharing his sorrow.
Jiang Lu lifted up his pants, turned around, and shook his head seriously: "No, you are wrong."
Giovanni raised his head helplessly, and his wife was surprised to find that tears were streaming down her husband's face.
Before she could ask what happened, she heard Jiang Lu continue:
"Strong people can be divided into genius types and hard-working types. Although you are not a strong person, you are a diligent and hard-working type. And I have always wanted to prove that hard work can surpass genius!"
"But..." Giovanni wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Jiang Lu seriously.