Chapter 58 In every field, there are amazing people

Author: Magic Melon

Chapter 58 In every field, there are amazing people

The young postman had only one task over the years, which was to deliver newspapers to this town, or to Lord Dante;

Therefore, there are channels to know a lot of undisclosed information.

"Electricity?" After hearing this word, Old Dante suddenly was stunned. It seemed that after a few seconds, he remembered this "noble energy" that was once a flash in the pan and now has been excluded from the field of small machinery.

Immediately afterwards, he almost subconsciously recalled the increasingly huge steam chariots over the past few decades, coiled around the other side of the Redk Strait, which were as thick as a train. Countless people were alive because of the high temperature of the steam armor.

The coalition soldiers welded to death in the armor.

"Haha." He smiled: "When you take a big step, sometimes it may not be all bad things."

The young postman barely kept his face calm, but his heart was constantly speculating on the intention of the old man's words.

Fortunately, the moment Lord Dante left the battlefield, he had already given up all his privileges and promised to never interfere with anything about the imperial government or the Holy See.

In the years since then, he did ignore it and quietly became the most ordinary fisherman in the town.

Otherwise, if he comes forward and expresses his inclination to one of the parties at the Transfer Ceremony, then that person can almost ascend the throne directly.

Even the Pope himself could not have such a terrifying influence.

"Okay. It's not good to sit here for too long. Don't let the people who subscribe to newspapers in the town wait in a hurry." The old man said lightly.

"Yes!" The postman subconsciously wanted to raise his right hand that hit his chest, but he immediately held it back.

He just bowed respectfully, then stepped back and left the room.

The last look before closing the door.

He saw Lord Dante take off his coat when he was fishing and prepare to change into his home cloth shirt.

The hideous scar on the back was soaked in hot tar, shaking the soul, and on its left chest, there was a small, undetectable dark red scab.

Because they often need to go to sea to fish, Lord Dante occasionally exposed shocking scars on his body. Some of the fishermen in the town have also seen it, but the answer they got was only caused by a fire when they were young.

Only the postman knew that this hideous body was severely damaged by the evil god when it broke into hell.

Lord Dante encountered two deaths in this life.

The first time, it was naturally the evil god who originated from hell.

And the second time, it originated from a human.

When the young postman heard this, he thought it was a joke made by Lord Dante, how could anyone hurt the gods of the empire?

Until the old man sitting opposite pointed to the inconspicuous blood scab on his left chest... and chatted, telling himself the story of that year...

"This is a trace left by a bullet. It shot into the crack between the four or five ribs from the front, and then shot it from the lower part of the shoulder blade and through my chest cavity and lung lobes. If it is an ordinary person, then this bullet will also be

Will pass through its heart.

Fortunately, my heart is tilted to the right side, with a probability of one in ten million, and I survived.”

The old man in front of him said it very simply, just like an elderly fisherman telling the experience of going to sea when he was young.

However, the person who heard it was like a big bell stuffed into the river Thames, his mind full of deafening buzzing.

"That's not an ordinary bullet, nor a gun. Of course, the one who wants to assassinate me is not an ordinary person.

In fact, there are too many amazing people in this world, but everyone exists in different fields.

For example, the Augustine Great, who allowed the empire to show prosperity under such an environment

For example, Miss Nightingale who traveled through the empire and cured her injuries.

For example, General Patton, who was stationed along the Redk Strait and was invincible on the battlefield.

I won't hypocritically say that I'm an ordinary person, I know I'm very powerful, but if I just kill someone, that guy who shot is the most terrifying existence in the world."

Lord Dante gave this evaluation of that person.

And the reason why that person is called 'that person'.

It's because so far, "that person" has not been caught, and no one knows who he is.

A man who dared to assassinate the gods of the empire actually escaped.

Although Lord Dante rushed to chase after the killer with a gunshot wound, knocking half of the killer's face and half of his body into rotten flesh. He tore off his arms on the spot, and his legs were probably broken into scum, but the other party still

Escaped.

After that, the government and the Holy See also proposed to ask for help from the Temple of Holy Light to find the assassinator, but was rejected by Lord Dante.

"Why do you refuse? That person committed the most unforgivable sin to you!" asked the young postman at that time.

However, the old man in front of him just smiled and shook his head:

"That man was seriously injured and should never be able to lift his gun again. Even if he was alive, he would not be able to do anything. He could only make a living by begging.

In this case, if he can appear again and kill me again, maybe I should be dead."

An old man who has been wandering in the long river of life for decades can always say something that young people cannot understand.

Even the young postman at that time could vaguely hear some helplessness and expectation in this sentence...

"Okay, young man, I'm just an old man, I don't want people to spend too much attention and experience on me.

It should be you who should be the ones who should be noticed.”

After saying this, Mr. Dante patted the young postman on the shoulder

Until now, he can still clearly remember those heavy touches, and at the same time, he can also remember the words of Lord Dante more clearly.

[In every field, there are amazing people.]

Of course... he definitely doesn't think he is a stunning person, and even his field is in nothing to be "stunning and amazing".

After all, I am just a soldier who delivers newspapers.

The weather in the town is always so warm, with more than 6 hours of light every day, and at this time, London, thousands of kilometers away, is a more gloomy than before.

The cold air from the north tightly wrapped the water in the clouds, like the full and swollen milk of the mother, waiting anxiously to be sucked.

Located next to London Municipal Gardens, the Grosvenor House Hotel has an excellent location and can overlook the Thames River without being disturbed by the loud bells. The specially selected window angle can clearly look at every distance.

Sunrise is a rare time during the day when you can feel the sunshine.

Today, the top floor of the entire hotel has 110 rooms, an open-air corridor that is 1,300 meters long, a luxurious banquet hall, and all facilities are all closed and not open to the public.

In fact, if it is not an important politician, senior officials of the Holy See, or other well-known figures, the entire hotel today is refused reception.

This will be true even in many days to come.

The reason is very simple, because just today, a pope came to London and chose his place of residence here.

This is undoubtedly a great honor. Even if the owner of the hotel pays a full two months of turnover, he must create the quietest living environment for this noble guest.

Of course. For Pope Theodore Sloan, this piety did not attract any attention at all. A few days ago, he obtained a precious piece of information that His Highness had arrived in London,

So he arrived at the city a whole month in advance.

At this time, he was sitting on the sofa wearing a silk gown, and behind him was a nun massaging his temples.

The experience of training on the battlefield many years ago caused him to suffer from severe migraines. As he grew older, the pain gradually became an unspeakable torture.

The room was very quiet, and the wind on the street blew through the window, leaving some subtle and slight sounds. Pope Theodore felt that the pain in his mind was slightly relieved, so he slowly sat up straight:

"What's that person's name?"

"Sherlock Sherlock Holmes, a detective in Lower Town, has no background, but has had some interaction with Miss Catherine in the mission of Deacon Badell." The nun behind him who was responsible for the massage lowered his eyebrows and looked respectfully

Speaking of it.

After hearing this, Pope Theodore nodded casually:

"Then arrange for someone to find time to kill me. The family member sent me his name from afar. It's impossible for me to have a waste of time."
Chapter completed!