"I can't remember clearly. I'm old and have forgotten."
"......Da Vinci, have you invited any guests to visit you today?"
Just when Favia was about to say something, he suddenly frowned and asked Leonardo da Vinci in a low voice.
"No.....what do you mean?"
Leonardo shook his head and turned his gaze towards the door. At the same time, Favia picked up the coffee cup from Leonardo's hand and immediately walked towards the door at a speed enhanced by magic.
Then, the cup was raised, and Favia was about to pour the hot coffee on the face of the "eavesdropper"——
Even when he saw that the 'eavesdropper' was wearing the Pope's white cassock, he could no longer stop, and his speed was as fast as lightning.
In an instant, the Pope waved his hand suddenly, and the outside of his robes blocked all the spilled coffee, and then he let out a mournful howl.
"A new pope? Rodrigo has already left, but I don't remember such a thing in the church's tradition."
Favia withdrew his arm, placed the coffee cup on the table beside him, and opened the half-closed door completely so that Da Vinci inside could see the appearance of the visitor clearly.
"You... you little brat, what have you done! Do you know that this is a vestment that has been passed down from Lord Novia's generation? Now you have destroyed it! I am so angry."
The old man in white cassock roared in anger.
Livid, literally, livid.
His words left Favia at a loss for words.
When had he ever worn such clothes? And how could such material be made in the first century?
And there was no such style in the fifth century... Are you just making a big fuss about it?
"Ah?" Da Vinci showed an embarrassed expression, "It turned out to be...Pope Julius."
"Humph." Julius nodded arrogantly, then turned around and raised his sleeves to look at Favia, "Tell me how to compensate me and the church for our losses."
"Compensation?" Favia couldn't help laughing. "How about I give you what I'm wearing now as compensation? Or I can find time to make a set myself?"
"You think I'm kidding?"
"Don't be angry, Your Holiness. Stains like this are easy to fix with some time."
Leonardo da Vinci persuaded Julius in a gentle manner. After all, Alexander VI had passed away, and the new Pope Julius II would be responsible for distributing the funds.
“Oh, for Da Vinci’s sake.” Julius said solemnly, “Besides, you are still young, just agree to one of my requests.”
"Tell me first." Favia leaned back in his chair, folding his arms, "What is the request?"
“Join the church.”
Pope Julius II, the God of War, is known as one of the 25 most successful popes in history. He is also a well-known devout believer. In short, he is at the opposite extreme from his predecessor Pope Alexander VI. After he ascended the throne, he immediately issued a proclamation strictly prohibiting all buying and selling during the election of the Pope, and formed the Swiss Guard, which is the Vatican Guard that has been maintained to later generations.
At the same time, in order to expel French influence in Italy, he signed an agreement with Venice and recovered the lost territories of the Papal States.
In fact, it was a coincidence that Julius secretly came to Leonardo's house.
Because on the night when Favia was picked up by Leonardo da Vinci, he himself didn't know why, but he inexplicably walked outside Rome and witnessed the whole process of Leonardo da Vinci taking Favia away.
Although this matter was not a big deal for Julius, after he returned, he could not forget the person taken away by Leonardo da Vinci, that is, Favia. Therefore, he had been thinking about finding a reason to visit Leonardo da Vinci's house these days, but since Leonardo da Vinci never went out, he had to resort to this last resort.
Moreover, Julius did not come here secretly. The reason why he did not knock on the door was because Leonardo da Vinci did not close the door outside, so he came in openly... But this also shows that Leonardo da Vinci is really old.
And when he looked at the back of the person brought by Leonardo da Vinci through the crack in the door, Julius felt that this person seemed to be a good seedling who could be brought into the church and trained to become the next Pope... It was not impossible.
"You want me to join the church? I don't think so. After all, the things the church did in the past, how should I put it, although there are difficulties, it is still very annoying. In the final analysis, using the tragedy of fearless dedication to praise and exaggerate the glorious image is not glorious. The truly glorious thing is what has been done, Pope Julius."
At that moment, Julius' smile froze on his face.
In Leonardo da Vinci's magic workshop.
The young man facing Julius smiled again.
The sunshine is gentle enough to match the warmth and joy in Rome.
"But to be honest, the church is slowly getting better now that you're here. But this is only possible because of them. Oh, it's really a headache."
The silver-haired young man's words were gentle, but they made Julius tremble unconsciously.
Although I can't explain the reason, there is a feeling of fear that suddenly arises from my soul.
This made the old man, who had fought on the battlefield and strangled apostles, suddenly fall silent, his mind blank.
".......where are you going?"
When Julius came to his senses, he found that Favia had already walked to the gate and seemed to be leaving.
"London, what? Do you want to give me a ride?" Favia turned around and continued, "If so, forget it. After all, the clock tower should be more vigilant because of this."
“What are you thinking? I don’t have such an idea at all, but now that you mention it, it’s not impossible.” Julius hid his sleeves behind his back indifferently. “But what I care more about is, what are you…what are you going to do in the Clock Tower?”
"Do what I promised."
Favia shrugged, "After this is done, I should probably leave this continent and head for the unknown."
"..."
Julius said nothing, his brows gradually furrowing.
I don't know what to say.
To be fair, from a rational point of view, he doesn't need to care about this matter at all. After all, it is just a matter between magicians and has nothing to do with the church.
However, after seeing the man named Favia in front of him, for some reason he did not want Favia to be in danger, and did have the idea of helping him... but he was rejected by him just now.
Therefore, Julius could only say:
"I wish you safety. Although I cannot help you personally, the church will assist with evacuation."
227: The only time in life that a hero can save a beautiful girl (7k)
"Although I appreciate it, I refuse."
Somewhere in London, England, Machili looked helplessly at a group of hunters from Scotland, feeling both happy and helpless.
Because this group of hunters was the original Scottish hunter organization, which was also the branch of the 'Robin Hood' organization that Favia was entrusted by Paracelsus to solve the "blood-sucking incident".
At this moment, they heard that Paracelsus might be in harm's way, so they all came to London to see if they could provide any help.
"why?"
Hearing this, Machiri lifted up her short green hair and stared at them with a stern look.
"You don't even know how to do magic, not even 'strengthen'. You can't even beat a normal magician, not to mention Paracelsus is now in the spirit tomb."
The hunters, led by the old hunter, were silent. They knew that the fairy-tale concept of "magic" really existed.
Moreover, birds of a feather flock together, and the other side of the world is interconnected. However, as hunters who have been in the normal world for a long time, they have long lost the abilities of the "Robin Hoods" of the past.
"Hmm, so you can't help." This time there was a pause, and Machili said as if he was acting, "Go back quickly, it's useless for you to go."
In fact, even Machili had given up hope of saving Paracelsus long ago, after all, the news had fallen into oblivion.
After all, the first principle of the Clock Tower has not changed from ancient times to the present day—
Mysteries should remain hidden.
Therefore, there are very few magicians who dare to directly challenge the Clock Tower. Even if there are, they will not go to the Spirit Tomb, one of the bases of the Clock Tower, just for a magician they don't know at all, because that is simply seeking death.
In other words, the moment Paracelsus was captured, his life was over.
Machiri is such a person. Although he can have lofty ideals, he is unable to persist.
Originally, he wanted to leave London and go to continental Europe... There was no special reason, he just wanted to escape.
The reason why it was delayed until now was mainly because of Bawan Xi. She entrusted Machili to go together to rescue Paracelsus today.
"Maqili and Paracelsus are both friends of Favia. I think he would do the same if he were here. Besides, you guys have helped me a lot. If you are helped, you should give back. I remember Favia's words very clearly."
That’s what the fairy girl said.
"Speaking of which, Master Machili, this direction you are heading..." The old hunter glanced at Machili and said uncertainly, "Are you planning to leave London?"
This time, it was Machili's turn to remain silent. After more than ten seconds, Machili nodded and said:
"I have a research project in France, so I'm a bit busy..."
"Okay, we understand. We won't bother you anymore, Master Makiri."
The old hunter didn't mean to say this intentionally, because everyone knew that Paracelsus's affair would bring disaster upon himself, so how could he not understand Machili's difficulties and pain? Moreover, it was better to say that Machili's behavior was normal.
But since he came, he had already expected it, not to mention that he was actually prepared, that is, the 'King Without a Face' from 'Robin Hood'.
A little earlier, in the Scottish Highlands.
"I'm going to London. You two can discuss who will be the new leader later."
The old hunter took out his ancestral defensive ceremonial outfit, 'The Faceless King', and placed it on the table. Today he has come to understand that this item no longer has the same effect as before, but even so it is still a treasure that the hunter organization is proud of.
"Are you going to rescue Paracelsus?"
In response to the young hunter's question, the old hunter did not lie, but said firmly:
"Yes."
A gust of wind blew, and the sound of wind was heard in the small camp among the dense forest.
"Boss, have you grown old and stupid? That's an order from the Clock Tower. How could it possibly succeed?"
In terms of sheer size, it is the largest magic organization in the world. Its status in the magic world is self-evident, not to mention in the secular world.
"I know."
Of course the old hunter knew it, or rather, he was quite aware that going there would be tantamount to committing suicide.
"But I don't have any children, and I don't have any family to support me, so it doesn't matter. Besides, there are people there that I want to save."
Over the years, countless 'Robin Hoods' have become 'unknown' heroes for the sake of people's wishes, not to save those in distress, but because they could not ignore those in distress.
For the old hunter, as a hunter, as one of the Robin Hoods, he absolutely could not bear to watch indifferently when knowing that his benefactor suffered. It didn't matter even if an ordinary person like himself could not become the legendary "Robin Hood", he just wanted to do this.
It is very painful to be 'Robin Hood'. The old hunter who knows this inherited glory knows it, especially because he has a choice and knows what he represents and what he carries. The reason why countless people choose to take on the responsibility and become 'unknown' heroes because of people's wishes is not to save people in distress, but to be unable to ignore those who are suffering.
In order to make more people happy besides himself, the old hunter felt from the bottom of his heart that this was a meaningful thing.
But ordinary people who are not born with mysterious powers cannot do this.
"Boss, wait, I want to go too."
"Yes, what a shitty British Magic Association. I've been displeased with him for a long time."
"I want to see whether their magic is stronger or our bows and arrows are stronger."
"Wherever the boss goes, I go."
When the old hunter was about to walk out of the door, many hunters who had been staying in place followed him. When the old hunter made a decision, they were no exception. After all, they were also "Robin Hood".
Afterwards, perhaps it was a miracle or a legacy, the colorless 'Faceless King' that was originally placed on the table suddenly broke into countless small steps, flying around the world and flying towards the hunters.
The hunters looked at each other, not knowing what was going on for a moment, but soon they no longer cared.
The original 'Robin Hood' could be said to be a villain. After all, from another perspective, what he did was no different from robbery. It was not a profession that could be shown in the world. Once a person is determined to completely hide his appearance, he will probably become skilled very quickly.
You will no longer be hated, you will no longer be coveted, and certainly you will no longer be trusted or loved.
When a person finds this way of existence easy, it means they are moving away from normal human life.
Can more be obtained?
Unfortunately, no.
A being without appearance naturally no longer has eyes that can appreciate things, and there is nothing to be gained.
But even so, it is a choice, a glorious choice as 'Robin Hood'.
The 'Faceless King' that regained its power due to his choice is a magic item that serves as 'Inherited Defense'. Its effect is complete transparency, that is, assimilation with the background. It is an item with the same effect as Assassin's 'Breath Block' skill in the Heroic Spirit class.
Even though the power was dispersed into many parts, it was probably not something that an ordinary magus could detect.
Time goes back to the present. Looking at the hunters' backs as they leave, the old hunter's words make Makiri's face even paler.
