Chapter 507 "Breakup"
"In this way, I had to leave there, unable to really stay in every place, and it might affect my friend and make him lose the wealth he had finally acquired."
Lumian took another sip of vermouth, which was emerald green.
Bar owner Pawar. Neeson put down the cup in his hand and said with great emotion:
"It's really sympathetic."
Lumian smiled:
"Okay, my story is finished, should you treat me to a glass of wine?"
Pavard, who was wearing an artist's ponytail, was stunned for a moment.
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Almost in the early hours of the morning, Charlie, who was wearing a black coat, left the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel and returned to the rented apartment.
On an autumn night, the wind was very comfortable, neither shivering, but also cool as if the body and mind were being washed, Charlie couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"Shit, which drunk is urinating everywhere again?" The smell of the wind ruined Charlie's mood.
At this moment, he saw a figure turning out of the darkness ahead.
The figure had golden and black hair, bright and sharp blue eyes, and a handsome and masculine face, as if it were Charles. Dubois.
You haven't left Trier yet? Charlie was happy in his heart and was about to ask.
Almost at the same time, he found Ciel's expression extremely gloomy, and there seemed to be a storm brewing in his eyes.
Charlie was startled, and in a flash of thought, he instinctively said:
"I, I want to inform you of your ......."
Before he finished speaking, Lumian had already walked up to him, raised his right fist, and slapped him in the face.
This punch was quite forceful, and one golden spot of light suddenly appeared in Charlie's vision, and his body was tilted, and he staggered back a few steps as if he could not maintain his balance.
Lumian said with a dark face:
"For the sake of past friendships, I won't kill you this time."
After saying that, wearing a dark jacket, he turned around and walked towards the alley on the side where there were no street lights.
Charlie covered his red and swollen face, looked at Ciel's back gradually disappearing into the darkness, and said anxiously and annoyedly:
"But I can't find you! How do you notify you that you are wanted?"
Lumian didn't respond to him and disappeared into the alley.
Charlie, who was standing in place, saw this and couldn't help but curse.
He was both angry and a little wronged:
Why did this person suddenly become so unreasonable?
It's not my fault that you are wanted, I will try my best to help!"
I'm just a small clerk, and what I can do is very limited!
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The next morning, Charlie had just sat down in his office in the basement of St. Robles Church with the meatloaf, and before he could make a cup of coffee, he saw Deacon Angoulême in a brown double-breasted coat walk up to him.
"Good morning, deacon." Charlie stood up and greeted him flatteringly.
Angoulême glanced at the bruising marks on the left side of his face:
"What's wrong? Got beaten?"
"No, no, I bumped into it, I hit the statue!" Charlie suddenly became nervous and waved his right hand, "You may not believe how crazy those bastards will be when they are drunk, some will shout to overthrow the government, some will think that what they spit out is delicacies, and some will move such a heavy statue to the corner, I didn't pay attention and bumped into it."
Angoulême stared at the civilian and said in a calm tone:
"Your lie is very clumsy, do you remember that there is a clause in the contract you signed that important matters must not be concealed?"
Charlie's expression suddenly froze, and after his lips pursed for a while, he stammered:
"Yes, it's Charles, Charles. Dubois beat me up, and he may be resentful that I didn't inform him in advance that he would be wanted by us."
After listening silently, Angoulême said after two seconds:
"Very good, this is a qualified 'purifier' civilian person.
"Where did you meet him?"
"Outside the Golden Rooster Hotel, outside the first alley in the direction of Market Avenue." Charlie replied nervously and worriedly.
After asking a few more details, Angoulême said to Charlie:
"Because Charles. Dubois was more than we expected, and we reviewed all the files related to him and found that you were close to him, and also found that Suzanne. In Matisse's extraordinary case, he existed, and after putting him in that matter, I can clearly see that you have hidden a lot of details."
Hearing the deacon's words, Charlie's whole body tensed, and a dense cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"I, I ......" he didn't know what to say, as if he had seen his tragic end.
At this time, Angoulême took the initiative to ask:
"Did Ciel force you to hide it?"
"No, it's not forced." After Charlie subconsciously replied, he quickly added, "It was he who asked for it."
"Sure enough, he asked for it." Angoulême nodded slightly, and then asked about Suzanne. Every detail of the Matisse incident.
Charlie, who had been defeated by his psychological defense, told the "purifier" deacon everything he could remember.
When he had finished speaking, Angoulême said solemnly:
"A civilian like you who hides the true details of the case and becomes a 'purifier' will normally be expelled immediately even if they don't throw you into prison......"
Although Charlie expected such a handling, when he really heard it, it was as if he had been hit on the head by a wooden stick, and his body shook a little, and he was about to stand unsteadily.
Before he could make his final plea, Angoulême changed his mind:
"But you've been doing well in the past few months, working hard and studying, and it looks like you haven't betrayed the information to Ciel, which made him resent you.
"As a deacon in the market district court, I don't think you can push a person who has worked hard to climb out of the abyss and destroy his last hope, since you have not made any substantive mistakes after becoming a 'purifier' civilian person, you and Suzanne. Matisse's matter is also true, so I will give you another chance, I can't push you out, waiting for the Ciel to kill you, or the benefactor of the 'Mother Tree of Desire' will find you again, right?
"You were fired, but you can still intern here, and your salary will be adjusted back to the level of an intern for six months.
"To put it simply, the punishment given to you is to stay in the team for probation for six months."
After listening to the deacon's words, Charlie had a great joy of falling into hell and being pulled back to heaven.
He thanked him frantically and sat back down as if he had exhausted all his strength.
After watching Angoulême leave, Charlie's mind was in a mess, and many pictures flashed.
After a few seconds, he raised his right hand and slapped himself.
He said to himself with considerable chagrin and regret:
"I bragged at the bar last night that Ciel and I were friends who had experienced life and death......"
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Not long after returning to his office, Angoulême received a telegram.
It was from St. Vieve's Church, from Plessy Field, who was in charge of the Diocese of Trier. Descartes.
The cardinal asked Angoulême to go to St. Vieve's Church to find him for something.
Saint-Vieve Church.
After spiraling up the splendid staircase to the area near the dome, there is a small room, which is one of the closest places in all of Trier to the sun.
Cardinal Plessy, dressed in a white robe with gold thread, stayed here all year round, bathed in the Holy Light.
He was an old man with high cheekbones and white blonde hair, his temperament was not serious, but he had a kind of light that people couldn't look directly at, so that there was abnormally no shadow in the entire room.
"The disaster the night before yesterday, although you failed to deal with it in time due to various accidents and intelligence interruptions, you showed a very high quality in terms of grasping key information and follow-up arrangements, and we did not ignore your various performances in the market area for more than a year ago." Plessy said kindly.
"Praise the sun!" Angoulême opened his arms and gave glory to the Lord.
Plessy became more and more satisfied:
"Based on the current situation and the foreseeable future, we plan to form three more 'Purifier' squads directly under the Diocese of Trier to handle various extraordinary events with mobility."
Speaking of this, the cardinal smiled rarely:
"You have been too busy in the past six months, and you seem to be complaining in private about the lack of time to rest, so you don't have to blame yourself, this is a normal human reaction, after becoming a deacon of the direct squad of the Diocese of Trier, you should be very idle, and only deal with those cases that the 'purifiers' in each district cannot handle or have no time to deal with.
"Of course, it also means danger, and you have to be aware of that.
"François, sequence 4 is the node of qualitative change, there are still many people waiting to become saints in the court, you want to surpass them to make outstanding contributions, the first step is to be a deacon in the direct team of the archdiocese, the second step is to accumulate contributions, take charge of a certain holy relic, and the third step is to wait for the opportunity.
"Do you want to be this deacon? I respect your wishes."
The power of mobility...... Deal with cases that the "purifiers" in various districts cannot handle...... It should be very idle in normal times, how can there be so many big events...... I don't know if the doomsday prophecies said by "Gandalf" are true or false, but it is always right to improve yourself...... Angoulême thought slightly:
"Your will is my will, Your Excellency Cardinal."
Plessy smiled slightly:
"As a deacon, you are responsible for selecting the members of your squad."
"Yes, Your Excellency Cardinal." Angoulême opened his arms and praised the sun again.
After returning to the basement of St. Robles Church, he called the half-race Imre into the office and told his subordinates about the team directly under the Diocese of Trier.
"Are you willing to follow me?" Angoulême asked.
Imre smiled:
"This means that I can move up the sequence and get a higher salary?
"I'm fine!"
After agreeing, the hybrid asked:
"Who else to choose?"
Angoulême was silent for more than ten seconds and said:
"Don't ask Valentine's kind of wife and children, just ask a single team member.
"The direct squad is both an honor and a danger."
Speaking of this, Angoulême sighed softly and said:
"What kind of 'purifier' from a happy family doesn't want to see their children grow up and spend more time with their wives? Let us single guys bear this."
(End of this chapter)