Chapter 327 The brilliance fades

Maojing pushed open the door, facing the prepared hive, and slowly shook his head: “This is what he meant.”

Hive wanted to fight, but his body was too soft.

He looked over Mao Jing’s shoulder and saw Laurent who was smiling at him with a kind face in the room, and he understood everything in an instant. Resisting the grief, he walked to the corner, hugging his head and crying in an unnoticed corner.

As Lu Yu and the others entered, the door of the room was closed again, and the servants who had realized what was going on pressed their heads to the ground, and the suppressed crying came one after another.

Serra threw herself to the bed and held Laurent’s hand tightly, and with tears pouring down her face, she begged Laurent to make a final attempt.

“My whole life I have always worked hard for others, for the greater cause of the country, and I have never really decided for myself…” Laurent smiled weakly, “Compared to dying in embarrassment while struggling, I Hoping for a decent last minute…let me call the shots…”

Laurent stopped talking intermittently, and this old and rotten body seemed to be showing strength again. Not only did he adjust a comfortable posture, but his face became a lot rosier.

This is not a good sign.

“The tide of magic is about to begin.” Laurent looked at Lu Yu.

Something exploded in Lu Yu’s mind, and when he came back to his senses, there was already a lake in front of him.

He understood that sadness also surged into every corner of his body at this moment, and the feeling of powerlessness made it hard for Lu Yu to breathe.

“All the funeral matters have been explained to Antonio, and I need you to urge him to carry it out. It is inevitable to wait for the condolences from various countries. It is unavoidable to stop the coffin and let the people pay their respects. It is almost winter, and it will be very cold. Rearrange the grains that come, and use spare coins to buy gifts for children and loved ones… The Pope City is far away, and I am not a **** or a saint, so I don’t need a pilgrimage…”

“I know that such a decision will be misunderstood by the people of the teaching country and misunderstood by those who care, so the photo scroll is ready.”

The items that the cat wattle took out from the dark compartment were not only shadow scrolls.

Laurent personally took the heavy book from Mao Jing’s hand – the cover was the symbolic silver-white color of the Church, and the golden lines like bloodlines wrapped the blooming flowers layer by layer.

“I’ve ruled the Church for more than 80 years, and I’ve seen too much… There’s a lot of content worth recording.” Laurent stroked the cover and smiled bitterly, “I thought about handing it over to the Church. The next pope, but… I’m afraid they’ll take it as a model and bring it to the altar with me.”

“There is no experience that can be copied as it is. Everything in the world is changing. If there is a thinking that all problems can be solved by a certain method, then the teaching nation will usher in a catastrophe… I have nothing to do with them. Confidence, but you won’t.”

Laurent handed it to Lu Yu, and then touched his head: “There is the real me in the book, at least you can know… There is another Laurent in this world… He is not the Pope, he is not shining on this land The brilliance is just an ordinary person.”

Laurent hugged Lu Yu: “Don’t be sad for me, I can finally be free…”

“I know…but I can’t help it.”

“I saw in you that I didn’t choose the way of the Pope… Help me go down… Go farther.”

Laurent said in a voice that only Lu Yu could hear: “You care about everyone around you, and hope they can live with you happily and without worries… So you yearn for peace and stability, but The world is always changing, so you fear that change will take away everything you have sheltered, and for this reason your heart has always longed for strength…not to gain strength, but to fulfill that trivial desire – to make everyone happy.”

Lu Yu’s nose was so sour that he couldn’t speak, and nodded slightly.

“Nearly a hundred years have taught me that nothing is immortal. All good things will be wiped out and changeable… I am very worried that one day, you will become a terrible monster in order to protect everything behind you…”

“I wrote down the answers to stop this in the book…”

“Lu Yu, a child from a foreign land… Thanks to fate for us to meet, I firmly believe that you will bring happiness to them and everyone in the territory.”

Lu Yu held the book for a long time and was reluctant to leave the room, staring at Laurent’s kind smiling face, the door closed little by little.

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At some point, everyone from Guanghuiyuan had come to the corridor, and they were standing with sad faces.

Lu Yu didn’t speak, and walked straight to the corner.

His heart seemed to be suddenly empty, and at this moment he thought of Clorence.

Lu Yu suddenly understood why Clorence was so afraid of decay and death. Maybe he was not afraid of death itself.

Looking at the book in his hand, Lu Yu knew that after today, he would not simply be the rumored glutton.

At this moment when the atmosphere was extremely heavy and Lu Yu was a little mad with emptiness, Lu Lu leaned over.

The eyes of the two met, Lu Lu quietly put his hand into Lu Yu’s hand, but Lu Yu did not dodge.

Serra in front of the hospital bed accepts Laurent’s decision in tears.

“This land is always decaying, and hope is like light… short and charming… maybe that’s why I persisted for so long… just to prove that the glory days still leave traces in this world… and I am that trace .” Laurent laughed at himself, “But I am also the price… Raising the God of Radiance and the nutrients of kindness.”

“I have come to the end of this road. It takes not only courage and courage to go further, but also time… I haven’t been able to wait for that opportunity in my life, but it will spread across this land after my death…” Laurent smiled bitterly, looking helpless.

“You’re the best pope in the ecclesiastical country…no one!” Serra said.

“I’d rather believe that the best is always in the future…” Laurent said. “Go after what you want… Be bold and love, don’t be me… Never.”

“I hope you can laugh like you did when you first came to me. You like to sing nameless little songs. Every day, you have a lovable smile on your face.”

“I also hope that you can be confident, tough, and proud… You don’t have to be afraid of worldly rules to find the treasure you really desire… Because you are serious and stubborn when you are really beautiful… It shouldn’t be hidden by you.”

“I am afraid that you will be uneasy, because you are not facing people or things, but this disgusting era…”

Laurent’s words suddenly became light: “But you suddenly brought me a surprise, it’s like when I came home one day and found a lazy kitten lying in the courtyard that you can pet… La… You have found a group of very good companions, and with them by your side, I can finally rest assured.”

“They won’t look at you with strange eyes, but they will take you for granted, respect you, and take care of you… Not only because you are their lord, nor because your name is Sera… but because , they care about you and are willing to make changes for you.”

Sera burst into tears.

She thought she was well hidden, but Laurent knew everything.

Laurent suddenly trembled, and he was excited when his words were still clear, staring into Serra’s eyes with eagerness.

“Can…can you call me dad…”

Sera didn’t hesitate and hugged Laurent: “Dad…”

Mao Jing hesitated, but in the end, he didn’t say anything, just smiled and witnessed it all.

As if to reveal the family affection that had not been acknowledged all these years, Sera kept repeating.

Laurent, who was stroking Serra’s head, stopped and slowly closed his eyes: “Go out and tell them…Give me some time to be alone with Mao Jing.”

“I, as Laurent, asked them to give me such a chance.”

Sera wiped away her tears and stood up. She turned back three steps at a time, and her face was frosty the moment she opened the door.

She coldly announced Laurent’s final plea, ready to punch the opponents.

No one objected, and the crying gradually grew louder.

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Laurent rested on Maojing’s thigh, admiring Maojing’s smooth and white face, and heaved a sigh of relief.

It is quite now.

Completely quiet.

There is no end to the affairs of the church, the incarnation of glory that constantly patrols, the banquet that must be attended…

In the end it was just the two of them.

He had imagined what he should do at such a moment, but when he really got it, he found that even a hard hug was an extravagant hope.

“When I was in a coma, I dreamed of that forest.”

“Where did we meet?”

Laurent put his arms around Mao Jing’s waist lightly, and yawned wearily: “I still remember that I accidentally rescued your stunned prey…”

“It’s not hard work, but a lot of hard work… Not only that, but you also used a scroll to scrape my scales off.” Mao Jing gently pressed against Laurent’s neck, “Why do I like you like this? dude…”

“Yeah…why?” Laurent asked rhetorically, pretending to be curious.

After a period of silence, Laurent’s voice began to weaken.

“Take me to see… I still don’t know where the land that gave birth to you and raised you is, and what it looks like now… Can the wind of the church blow there?”

“Okay, I will definitely take you there. This time, you can no longer use the responsibility of the Pope to prevaricate me. Wherever I want to go, you must follow me.”

“It’s up to you…” Laurent smiled happily, “Mao Jing… I’m a little sleepy…”

Countless images flashed back in front of Laurent’s eyes.

When he was young, he preached everywhere and spread the brilliance of the church. By coincidence, he met Mao Jing.

He was entrusted with important responsibilities when he was young, and the youngest pope was regarded by the outside world as just a puppet of the elders.

When he was in his prime, he swept away the internal ills of the church and swept into the dust those who intended to use him as a marionette, and all this took him only four years.

When he was in power, he focused on alleviating the harsh diplomatic environment of the teaching country, ignoring the successive opposition, and contributed to the birth of the “Shining Missionary Pact”. The poor living conditions of the people on the border of the teaching country.

For this reason, he was assassinated by his opponents and questioned by Shining Incarnation.

Undefeated, he held on to the body injured in the assassination and started a round of reforms again.

He didn’t change his original intention, but he became cautious and tactful.

He required that when building the church, a lecturer should be equipped to teach the local people.

He compromised with the nobles~www.readmtl.com~ in exchange for their support for the basic welfare system.

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One by one, one by one… Those great achievements that have been sung by others, great progress drifted like a cloud of smoke.

In the end, he was in power and his prestige was so high that there was no need to compromise, but in the process of moving forward step by step, he saw the root cause behind all the contradictions.

He and Maojing spent countless days and nights in agony and agony sitting in front of the book eucalyptus, and finally reluctantly put away those majestic ambitions – he flinched, because at that moment, he could not see the odds of winning.

This chance of winning may come soon, or it may never appear.

The past is like smoke, and a hundred years have passed.

Laurent murmured his last prayer, then glanced at Mao Jing’s beautiful face with nostalgia, and closed his eyes contentedly.

“It’s alright, just go to sleep… Just get some sleep. Didn’t you say the same thing when you applied medicine to my scales… After I woke up, I felt better.”

“Go to sleep… You are really tired, no one will disturb you to rest this time…”

Under the gentle pressing of Mao Jing, Laurent’s breathing gradually became weak in the soft murmur like a sleep song.

“I’m sorry…I’m really sorry…”

Mao Jing held back her tears, rubbed Laurent’s inelastic skin, and looked at the silver maple tree not far away.

“You…you’re the biggest idiot in the world…”

In the early morning of the winter of May 72, the 32nd Pope of the Holy Holy Nation, Laurent, in the Pope’s Tower, visited the God of Radiance in a distant country.

After eighty-one years in charge of the Patriarchate, the wise Laurent has left his faithful for good.

The Pope’s tower will cry loudly and mourn like the wind, and it will blow over every land of the Patriarchate.

The sun rose as usual today, and the brilliance that had warmed the Church for decades dissipated.