Sur ma peau

22.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment."

Yabofika stopped and looked at the person who came. A man in a black robe squeezed through the crowd. A wooden cross was hung outside the crumpled robe, and a silver crucified Jesus was nailed on it. His face and lines All are blurred, traces left by many prayers.The priest is old, with gray temples, lines around his brown eyes, and the skin on his face and the back of his hands is not as well maintained as other priests, but more like a low-level peasant, sun-tanned and clothed. full of ravines.

"Good day." Yabofika greeted briefly, omitting all the polite words.

Members of Parliament filed past them, bustling, and the four hours of continuous debate left everyone with a tired and impetuous anger on their faces.Stopping in the corridor blocked the path of others, and the flow of people who were originally moving forward was slower.

"May the merciful Heavenly Father forgive your sins. Please stop indulging in Satan's temptations and indulging in immoral pleasures." The priest's arms were wrapped in the long sleeves of his black robe, and he would slap his head when he was bumped several times. Staggering a few steps forward, when he said these words, the distance between the two was less than an arm's length away.

Beyond the safe range, Yabofika resisted the urge to back away and waited for the other party to finish speaking.The parliament does not allow weapons to enter, and the buckle of the Sword of Oath is empty, and being too close to strangers brings reflexive vigilance and anxiety.

"You should repent for your sins, lest you be burned at the stake."

"The people of France have the freedom to love each other, regardless of religion or gender." Abfika said coldly, suppressing her impatience. "If you have nothing else to do, please forgive me—"

It was almost an instant, the coolness from the palm of the hand, the instinct of the body had subdued the person to the ground, the stream of people screamed and scattered like an explosion, and some daring troublemakers hesitated to surround him , the priest cursed himself, recited the dogma, and criticized everything about him, leaving only indistinguishable sharp noises in his ears, which were overwhelmed by the rumbling heartbeat and breathing.

"Your Highness." The guards and servants came one after another and took the attacker away from him, and the burning pain spread from the palm of his hand.The three-inch long iron nail pierced the back of the palm from the palm, and the protruding point was polished and sharp. It was obvious that this attack had been prepared for a long time.

"Please move to the lounge," the waiter said, then turned to tell the guards, "Go and call the doctor."

"No, call me a carriage." Gradually, his reason returned, and his thinking became clear. Yabofika interrupted the servant's order. The deliberations of the City Council could not be delayed any longer. His hand was injured, and he was not suitable for riding to Paris.The iron nail that was pulled out suddenly splashed a string of blood beads, which fell on the white marble floor together with the sparse blood. He wrapped the wound with a handkerchief and walked to the waiting hall with his back straight.

The iron nail appeared on Minos' desk in the afternoon, and a smear of blood had solidified into a black and red color. It was a torture tool used by the church to crucify blasphemers. Minos put on his gloves and picked it up to examine it. , could not help but sneer, the chosen weapon was really appropriate.

The count of the kingdom was assassinated, but the Supreme Court did not accept it, and Minos, who was connected with the stake, had no right to take over the case.Records and evidence were discarded at will, and the church welcomed the priest involved in the case like a hero, calling it a caretaker.

It didn't take long for the Gendarmerie Corps released to submit relevant information about the incident.The royal family showed signs of weakness, and the jackals looking around immediately bared their fangs.Power is falling, morality and the rule of law have been lost, theocracy has been suppressed by the royal family for hundreds of years, the court has not faded, the third class has just touched the edge, and the nobles who want to put pressure on the royal family to restore their special status.

Everyone wants to rule the world.

The royal family is doomed at the moment.Minos took all the documents back into the document bag, and locked it together with the iron nail into the secret compartment, took out another document bag from inside, and summoned Luni from the side compartment.

"I'm going to see these people tomorrow morning."

When there was no one else in the office room, there was a sudden loud noise from the slammed cabinet door.

It's your own fault.Changes should not be gentle, the earl should remember this lesson, wake up as soon as possible to avoid complete failure.

That night, the two of them went back to the bedroom in a tacit understanding. The doctor from the royal family came at some time, and the newly changed gauze in Yabofika's hands smelled of alcohol.

"I don't want to talk about this matter." Seeing Minos' eyes on his hands, Jabofika said, the pain and unspeakable anger mixed together, like a stick in his throat.This move of the church can only be swallowed hard before the new law comes out.

Minos held the injured hand sideways, and slowly increased the weight. There was obvious tension under the palm, and the reaction of muscles and nerves could not be hidden. The white gauze revealed a gradually spreading redness, and the stiff fingers trembled imperceptibly. , like the helpless struggle of a dying lepidopteran insect, small and weak.The other party didn't change his face, didn't flinch, didn't groan or cry out in pain, and looked at him with those faint blue eyes, waiting for an explanation.

This is not normal.

"Does it hurt?" Minos asked.

"Have."

"What is the perceived level of pain?" Is it insensitivity to pain?But the trembling response clearly expresses the pain perceived by the nerves.

"Within the tolerable range."

"Tea." Since he could bear it, Minos unceremoniously confiscated the cup of slightly toxic calming tea, got up and went to the medicine cabinet to change the medicine for him.

The wound is very small, with a little bit of red.It's just that it didn't heal so quickly after penetrating the palm, and it wouldn't have much impact on the activity based on the other party's ability to endure.If it hadn't been for the timely response, the iron nail should have penetrated the chest and pierced the heart by now, there would be no obvious bleeding, and there would not be too much pain, and it could even move normally for a few minutes until the pericardium was covered with blood. Filled, squeezed so that the heart can not beat, will gradually shock and die.He'd come close to dissecting this body in court tonight instead of lying in the same bed.

"Maybe someday I'll see your corpse with 23 wounds." After cleaning up, Minos said with a bit of sarcasm.

As great as Caesar, he did not escape the attack of the conspirators in the Elder's House.

"My Cleopatra, I wish you to stand beside Octavian instead of Antony." Occasionally, Abafica would speak harshly, so that she could judge the other party's mood from that expressionless face .

"I took the poetry collection down." Minos changed the subject to avoid more awkward conversations. When he was in law school, reading poetry would be the best place for hypnosis.

"Shakespeare." Glancing at the cover, Jabofika arched forward, trying to sit up straight, but Minos held him down and pushed him back on the bed.

"I'll read tonight, you go to bed."

It seemed that it was not the same thing as the poetry reading meeting he understood. Yabofika was a little puzzled and didn't ask any questions. She just calmly changed to a more comfortable sleeping position and buried half of her face in the soft silk quilt. In the middle, I hope that the aria of the judge will not be too unpleasant, he is a little impatient at the moment.

In less than a minute, Yabofika tightly pressed her lips together to prevent herself from laughing impolitely.It was the first time he heard someone read sonnets with the indifferent tone of announcing official documents. The emotionless voice stripped away the lingering love poems, leaving only monotonous words and sentences, and even diluted the original iambic syllables of the poems. become bland.

Indeed... a great sleep aid.After listening to a few articles, he yawned slightly and closed his eyes.

When Minos glanced over, Yabofika was already fast asleep, and there was a crimson halo on her exposed cheeks, which was a low-grade fever that could fade overnight, proof of the body's self-healing.

He read another paragraph in a low voice, his voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper.

"Like an actor on the stage for the first time,

In the panic, I forgot my role,

And like an offended beast full of rage,

Its excessive strength makes it timid. "①

He combined the poetry collection without reading the whole poem, and blew out the candlesticks.

①: Shakespeare's sonnets, the last two lines are: Please learn to read the love letter of silent love, and use your eyes to listen to the magic that belongs to love.