Chapter 328 327 The Glory Fades

Chapter 328 327. The glory dissipates

Mao Jing opened the door, faced the prepared Hive, and slowly shook his head: "This is what he meant."

Hive tried to fight for it, but its body was extremely weak.

He looked over Mao Jing's shoulder and saw Laurend, who was smiling at him with a kind face in the room, and understood everything in an instant. Holding back his grief, he walked to the corner, hugging his arms and crying in a corner where no one was paying attention.

As Lu Yu and others entered, the door to the room was closed again. The servants who had realized what was happening put their heads close to the ground, and suppressed cries came one after another.

Sera rushed to the bed and held Laurent's hand tightly. With tears streaming down her face, she begged Laurend to make one last attempt.

"My whole life I have always worked hard for others and for the greater cause of the Theocracy, and I have never really decided anything for myself..." Laurend smiled weakly, "Compared to dying in embarrassment in the struggle, I I hope the last moment can be more dignified...let me make the decision..."

Laurent's words were no longer choppy. This old and decayed body seemed to be filled with strength again. Not only did he adjust himself to a comfortable posture, but his face also became much rosier.

This is not a good sign.

"The magic wave is about to begin." Laurende looked at Lu Yu.

Something exploded in Lu Yu's mind, and when he came back to his senses, his vision was blurry.

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

"All the funeral matters have been entrusted to Antonio, and I need you to urge him to implement them. It is inevitable to wait for the condolences from all countries, and the coffin can be omitted for the people to pay their respects... It is about to enter winter, and the weather will be very cold. They should stay at home and pay their respects. I sorted the grains that came in and used the spare coins to buy some gifts for my children and loved ones... The Papal City is a long way away, and I am not a god or a saint, so I don't need to make a pilgrimage..."

"I know that such a decision will be misunderstood by the people of the Theocracy and misinterpreted by people with good intentions, so the photo scroll is ready."

Mao Jing took out more than just photo scrolls from the hidden compartment.

Laurend personally took the heavy book from Cat Thorn's hand - the cover was the Theocracy's symbolic silver-white, with golden veins like blood wrapping the blooming flowers layer by layer.

"I have been in charge of the Theocracy for more than eighty years, and I have witnessed too much... many things worth recording are included in it." Laurent stroked the cover and said with a bitter smile, "I once thought about handing it to the Theocracy. The next pope, but...I'm afraid they will take it as a canon and put it on the altar with me."

"No experience can be copied unchanged. Everything in the world is changing. If there is a thought that all problems can be solved with a certain method, then the Theocracy will usher in a catastrophe... I have no sympathy for them. Confidence, but you won’t.”

Laurent handed it to Lu Yu, 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, and he is not shining on this land. The glory is just an ordinary person."

Laurend hugged Lu Yu: "Don't be sad for me, I can finally be free..."

"I know...but I can't help it."

"I see in you that I didn't choose the path of the Pope...help me go on...go farther."

Laurent said in a voice that only Lu Yu could hear: "You care about everyone around you, and hope that they can live with you without worries and happily... Therefore, you long for peace and stability, but The world is always changing, so you will be worried that changes will take away everything you protect. For this reason, your heart has always longed to be strong...not to gain power, but to satisfy that trivial wish-to make everyone happy."

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

"Nearly a hundred years have taught me that nothing is immortal, and all good things will be erased and change. 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 a book..."

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

Lu Yu held the book in his hands and was reluctant to leave the room for a long time. He stared at Laurend's kind smiling face and closed the door little by little.

At some point, everyone from the Guanghui Academy came to the corridor, and they stood with sad faces.

Lu Yu didn't say anything and walked straight to the corner.

There seemed to be an empty space in his heart suddenly, and at this moment he thought of Lawrence.

Lu Yu suddenly understood why Clorons was so afraid of decay and death. He might not be afraid of death itself.

Looking at the book in his hand, Lu Yu knew that from today on, he would not just be the glutton as rumored.

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

The two people's eyes met, and Lulu quietly put her hand into Lu Yu's hand. This time, Lu Yu did not avoid it.

Serra tearfully accepted Laurende's decision in front of the hospital bed.

"This land is always decaying, and hope is like light... short-lived and charming... Maybe that's why I persist for so long... Just to prove that the glorious era still leaves traces on this world... and I am that trace "Laurent laughed at himself, "But I am also the price...to feed the God of Glory and the nutrients of kindness."

"I have come to the end of this road. To go further requires not only courage and determination, but also opportunity... I have never been able to wait for that opportunity in my entire life, and it will spread all over this land after I die..." Laurent smiled bitterly, looking helpless.

"You are the best pope in the Church... no one else!" Sera said.

"I would rather believe that the best is always in the future..." Laurent said, "Go after what you want... Love boldly and don't be like me... Never."

"I hope you can laugh like you did when you first came to me, like to hum nameless ditties, and have a lovely smile on your face every day."

"I also hope you can be confident, tough, and proud... Don't be afraid of worldly rules to find the treasure you really want in your heart... Because you are really beautiful when you are serious and stubborn... It shouldn't be hidden by your restraint."

"I am afraid that you will be uneasy in the future, because you are not facing people or things, but this makes you The era of disgust..."

Laurende's words suddenly became brisk: "But you suddenly brought me a surprise, just like returning home one day and finding a lazy kitten lying in the yard, letting you touch it... Sera... You found a group of good companions. With them by your side, I can finally rest assured."

"They will not look at you with strange eyes, but will naturally tolerate you, respect you, and care for you... All this is not just 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 hid it well, but Laurende actually knew everything.

Laurende suddenly trembled, and he became excited with clear pronunciation, staring at Sera's eyes with desire.

"Can... can you call me dad..."

Sera did not hesitate and hugged Laurende: "Dad..."

Mao Jing wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing, just smiled and watched it all.

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

Laurent, who was stroking Sera's head, stopped and slowly closed his eyes: "Go out and tell them... Give me some time to be alone with Mao Jing."

"As Laurent, I ask them to give me such an opportunity."

Sera wiped her tears and stood up. She looked back every few steps and her face was cold the moment she pushed open the door.

She announced Laurent's last request coldly and was ready to punch the opponents.

No one objected, and the crying gradually became louder.

...

Laurent rested his head on Mao Jing's thigh, admiring Mao Jing's smooth and white face, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was quiet.

It was completely quiet.

There were no endless affairs of the Church, the ever-prone incarnation of glory, and the banquet that had to be attended...

Finally, there were only the two of them.

He had imagined what he should do at this moment, but when he really got it, he found that even a strong hug was a luxury.

"When I was unconscious, I dreamed of that forest."

"Where we met?"

Laurende gently hugged Mao Jing's waist and yawned tiredly: "I still remember that I accidentally rescued the prey you had poisoned with great difficulty..."

"It wasn't with great difficulty, but with great difficulty... Not only that, you also scraped my scales off with a scroll." Mao Jing gently supported Laurenende's neck, "Why would I fall in love with a guy like you..."

"Yeah... why?" Laurenende asked back with pretended curiosity.

After a period of silence, Laurenende's voice began to become weak.

"Take me to see... I don't know where the land where you were born and raised is, and what it looks like now... Can the wind of the Church reach there?"

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

"It's time for you to decide..." Laurent smiled happily, "Mao Jing... I'm a little sleepy..."

Countless scenes flashed back in front of Laurent's eyes.

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

He was entrusted with important tasks in his youth. The youngest Pope was considered by the outside world to be just a puppet of a group of elders.

In his prime, he eliminated the internal ills of the Church and swept those who intended to treat him as a puppet into the dust. All this took him only four years.

In power, he focused on alleviating the bad diplomatic environment of the Theocracy, ignored the oppositions, promoted the birth of the "Glorious Missionary Covenant", gradually eased the severe ideological conflicts with Solon, Sligo, and Codezonn, and eased the poor living conditions of the people on the border of the Theocracy.

For this, he was assassinated by those who opposed him and questioned by the incarnation of glory.

Undefeated, he started rounds of reforms again with his body injured in the assassination.

He did not change his original intention, but became cautious and smooth.

He required that while building the church, a lecturer should be equipped to teach and answer questions for the locals.

He compromised with the nobles in exchange for their support for the basic welfare system.

...

One by one, one by one... those great achievements and great progress that were sung by people were like clouds and smoke.

Finally, he was in power and his prestige was at its peak. He no longer needed to compromise, but in the process of moving forward step by step, he saw the root cause hidden behind all the contradictions.

He and Mao Jing sat at the desk and spent countless days and nights in distress and pain, and finally reluctantly put away those magnificent ambitions - he retreated, because at that moment, he could not see the chance of winning.

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

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

Laurent murmured and completed his last prayer, and then looked at Mao Jing's beautiful face with nostalgia, and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

"It's okay, go to sleep... It will be fine after a good sleep. Didn't you say the same thing when you applied medicine to my scales... After I woke up, it was fine."

"Go to sleep... You are really too tired, this time no one will disturb your rest..."

Under Mao Jing's gentle support, in the soft murmur like a lullaby, Laurent's breathing gradually became weak.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."

Mao Jing held back his tears, stroked Laurent's inelastic skin, and looked at the silver maple tree not far away.

"You... are the biggest fool in the world..."

In the early winter morning of the 572nd year of the Mela New Calendar, the 32nd Pope Laurend of the Holy Kingdom of Glory met with the God of Glory from a distant country in the Pope's Tower.

After ruling the Holy Kingdom for 81 years, the wise Laurend left his faithful believers forever.

The Pope's Tower cried loudly, and the sorrow was like the wind, which would blow across every piece of land in the Holy Kingdom.

The sun rose as usual today, but the glory that warmed the Holy Kingdom for decades disappeared.