Chapter 54: Golden Ouroboros (IV)
◎Mirror Palace Conversation◎
The Roman capital of Perigo was built on a stretch of plain in front of a mountain. Unlike the capital of Calais, which was known as the first city of Syracuse, Perigo was famous for its romance, passion and beauty. Poets called it "the city most suitable for the budding of love". It believed in the decrees of the goddess of beauty and love. Every corner had stories related to love, which gave rise to a wide variety of art.
However, the holy city of Florence is the real capital of art. The Portia family's behavior of nurturing art masters and frantically purchasing and collecting various artworks has undoubtedly made Florence a place that artists yearn for. Unlike Rio... this is a paradise for prodigals, poets and lovers.
People gathered in front of the city gate, waiting for the distinguished guest from Florence to arrive. Lush Belagua roses and snow-white Florentine lilies were piled on the streets and windows facing the streets. The whole city was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers. The flags symbolizing Rome and the papacy were hung indiscriminately in all places where they could be seen, proclaiming the friendly relationship between the two. The whole city was lifted up in enthusiastic cheers.
Redrick was riding on a horse, the uniform armor of the Knights Templar covered him tightly, and the mask covered his facial features, but the knights who had undergone rigorous training all had outstanding and upright figures. The young ladies on both sides cheered and threw bouquets of flowers on them. Although they all wore veil hats to cover their faces modestly, the veil under the hat was lifted up at a corner.
His position was at the front of the team, a good location to attract everyone's scrutiny and welcome. It was obvious that the person who arranged the position knew his identity and was trying to please him.
Redrick had long been accustomed to this kind of flattery and accepted it with peace of mind.
He caught a bunch of champagne roses that flew into his arms, inserted it into the gap of his armor on his chest, and heard a scream of joy from the crowd.
"He accepted it! Oh my god!"
Redrick puffed out his chest with pride. According to the rules, he could not wave to both sides, but that did not prevent him from nodding to the left and right.
The people obviously liked the polite and cooperative knight very much. Their cheers were higher and higher, like strong wine, soaking Redrick in drunken happiness.
He rarely received such straightforward favor without any blend of interests. Since birth, he had the halo of both parents' noble bloodline, and later successfully inherited the title of Duke. Everyone surrounded him like bees around a pistil, eager to get sweet rewards from him, which cultivated the overly straightforward love and hate, and overbearing arrogance in Redrick's character.
Servants flatter him because he is the master who can decide their life and death; guests compliment him because he controls what they need; friends surround him because he has the highest status among them.
In his impression, those who are good to him must have something in return, so no matter how he bullies the other party, it is all part of an equal exchange, so he has never had emotions such as "regret" or "pity". ㊣
Until this straightforward but shallow love overwhelmed him.
It's something I've never come into contact with before.
Redrick was surprised and confused.
He simply couldn't understand it. He had done nothing for them and they couldn't get anything from him, but they were behaving like they were meeting long-lost relatives.
...Are these the residents of Beligo? As expected of the people of the romantic city, each of them has an overly vigorous and passionate love.
Redrick sighed quietly in his heart, but he didn't hate this feeling.
Until the Pope's carriage drove through the city gate, the deafening
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