Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

"A thousand years ago, it was rumored that someone discovered his sleeping coffin. It was made of pig iron. It should have been completely sealed, but the thick iron block showed torn cracks. This is probably proof of his youth."

"That's a twisted way of proving, George."

With a dumbfounded smile, he turned around and patted the child's head. The old man just smiled at what the child said.

"Although the power of the church is indeed a little weak now, those dark creatures are not necessarily good. I don't want to exterminate them like the previous ones, and I don't want to develop something like the huge Papal State. The Lord is at ease. Alright, the Lord will protect those who have the Lord in their hearts."

"The cardinals will not be happy with what you say, Holy See."

"I have lived for so long, resignation and death are not a big deal to me, let them say it, they can't dismiss me, and if they dismiss me, who will stabilize people's hearts?"

As he said that, the old man laughed, which seemed a little childlike.

"But what about the scarlet crescent moon?"

"Call him the night watchman. I think he would like to be called that. Since he wants to watch the night, let him keep watch. It just so happens that the nights are not peaceful these days."

"Vampires guard the night, is that the new popular joke?"

The child disagreed with the old man's statement, but he was just a secretary.

"Compared to a vampire, he is closer to a dragon, Alucard. You should learn from my old-fashioned way of knowing people occasionally."

"You haven't met at all, have you?"

"It's the mutual attraction of the old and the old."

Smiling mysteriously, the old man turned around and signed his name in Latin on the document, and closed the document.

"Okay, okay, go to sleep, don't worry about those vampires all the time, come back in this special era, I don't believe that the emperor is here to restore the age of gods."

"Can't you tell?"

"Then let the Knights dispatch."

Smiling gently and saying something that frightened the child, the old man finally patted the child on the head.

"Children grow taller when they sleep more."

"I'm eighteen!"

"But you're still so sorry, it's not even as high as the table."

The old man patted the custom-made [-]-meter table with regret.

"Okay, I'm going to bed. Be careful not to be busy too late."

The eighteen-year-old left indignantly.

"he's gone."

The smile subsided instantly, and the old man turned his head to look at the curtain hanging beside the entrance of the room, where there was a door leading to the prayer hall.

"A top-secret document about blasphemy."

Walking out from behind the curtain was another old man who looked about the same age as the old man, wearing a cardinal's bright red attire, holding a black enveloped verdict in his hand, which was decorated with silver seraphim, but the angel's six Wing tips are black.

"What's the point of that, blasphemy? When we don't want to say what the hell the guy committed, we usually say he committed blasphemy."

The seraph with black wingtips, this pattern was enough to scare 90% of the people in the most prosperous period of the church. On this, there are many innocent people who died in it.

Even if the presence of the church is already low, this emblem still has a deterrent effect, but for the Pope, this emblem is meaningless. He used to work in the Inquisition Bureau. He used to have such documents Hundreds of copies have been issued.

"Don't worry, take a closer look, Ignatz Scarlet, suspected of summoning demons." The cardinal threw the verdict on the table and said.

"Scarlet? Bloodline?"

Hearing this somewhat familiar surname, the Pope suddenly remembered that he had indeed heard the news of Richard Scarlet's death two days ago. At that time, someone jokingly asked him if he wanted to attend the funeral.

"Yes, due to the sudden incident, I didn't report it to you. The demon lord summoned by Ignaz has been personally erased by the director of the Bureau of Inquisition. This is a belated verdict."

"That's not enough for you to bring it yourself."

Flipping through the content of the verdict, the old man said indifferently that he no longer had the warmth of communicating with the child before.

"The matter of the vampire coincides with the return of Scarlet Crescent. Is there any connection between them? This is the greeting from the director."

"Then let the people from the Intelligence Bureau investigate." Putting the verdict into the drawer, the old man got up and stretched, and the majesty he had maintained for three minutes disappeared instantly.

"Now, the elderly should go to bed early to stay refreshed."

NO.12: Everyone is working hard.

(There is reliable news that the book review area will launch an administrator system in March, which is the moderator set at the starting point. Is there anyone who has more spare time and is willing to help me manage the book review area? No need to force it, after all, most of the time The book review section is still dead.)

The moment the first ray of sunlight shone through the window in the morning, Nid Hogg opened his eyes feeling a warmth.

He tore off the blanket hanging from his body, raised his head to look at the hanging clock above, stood up and stretched slowly.

Six o'clock is still a bit early, and I am still too sensitive. As for who put the blanket, there is nothing to explore. The only ones who can pass my vigilance are the "friends" who have been subconsciously missed.

At this point, it was time for the servants to get up and work, but for the master, it was still too early.

"Sir, good morning."

The first one who noticed that Ned Hogg had woken up was a maid. The maid outfit at this time was normal and simple. Although it looked a bit rustic, it was more solemn than the transformed maid outfit of later generations. And the age of the waitresses is not too high, but the other party's preparations are indeed perfect, and all the waitresses are young and beautiful women.

Being young is not a big flaw. In this era, there are already formal maid schools, which are responsible for teaching children from poor families how to serve those big men. Their parents also hope that this kind of education can let their children enter the life of nobles.