Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Paracelsus was a hypocritical magician who should have been respected by the world, but his actions were questioned by both the secular world and the Magic Association.

"By the way, Leonardo da Vinci, how did you know about this?"

Favia continued.

He was also puzzled, since the Clock Tower wouldn't release such information casually; at most, they would secretly send people to resolve the issue.

“It was Machiri who told me.” Leonardo da Vinci rubbed his temples and sighed softly. “He probably hoped I could find a way to help Paracelsus.”

"It seems to be a unanimous decision by all departments of the association."

Favia remembered that Paracelsus had joined El-Melloi's faction along with Machiri, but now Paracelsus was still captured. It could only be said that El-Melloi didn't see the benefits that Paracelsus brought, which he was protecting to the death, as not worth it, so he decisively gave up on him.

Favia couldn't help but sigh inwardly. After all, he had initially thought that if Paracelsus joined El-Melloi, he might avoid execution, but now it seemed it was all for naught...

"Speaking of which, why is the ship I built in Spain? Shouldn't it be in London?"

"That's because Bavan Xi was worried that you might be trapped in some underwater labyrinth, so after it was built, he asked me to find someone to put it in Spain first, so that it would be easy to go out to sea."

"I am indeed going out to sea... but where is Xiaoxi?"

"Right now... he should still be in London."

As Leonardo da Vinci looked at Favia, Favia was also looking at this omnipotent man.

“Perfect timing, I’ll go take her away.”

"...Is this really a good idea? Even if you go, you might not be able to save Paracelsus. You're still young and have a bright future ahead of you."

"This kind of question is meaningless."

Favia laughed it off, as if to say that the matter was not worth mentioning.

Although a number of academic books, led by Archidoxen, were published, it was noted that the mysteriously leaked clock tower had already retrieved and destroyed them all, and that even with Paracelsus's death, the mystery would not return to its original state, but would slowly fade away.

“He did ask me to do this a few years ago, and I agreed.”

Therefore, since it has already been said and promised, the answer is already obvious.

"I really should go back to the Clock Tower."

"........"

After a moment of wide-opening eyes, Leonardo da Vinci revealed an expression of calm that had subsided.

"Da Vinci, you're making a big fuss over nothing. It's not like we'll never see each other again, is it?"

"What are you saying? I'm almost seventy years old. Who knows, I might just pass away one day."

“Don’t say that, Leonardo da Vinci, you should take good care of yourself…” Favia paused for a moment, then changed the subject, “By the way, is your Mona Lisa still not finished?”

"It's an old problem, and perhaps I won't have that chance again." Leonardo da Vinci looked at his right hand with a hint of sadness. "How about I leave all my paintings to you after I die?"

Based on historical records, Leonardo da Vinci began painting the Mona Lisa in 1513. According to Vasari, "Although the painting took four years to complete, da Vinci did not finish it." Given that da Vinci's right hand became paralyzed around 1517, this may explain why da Vinci never finished the Mona Lisa.

"What use are your paintings to a magician like me? I wouldn't even bother selling them."

"Magicians need money too. Although incredibly precious materials can't be bought with money, ordinary materials and props do cost money."

"Then you should leave it to Salai."

Salai refers to Leonardo da Vinci's lifelong assistant and student.

"That guy's no good, he's not good at learning, he only studies sporadically..."

"Alright, alright, I've followed you for so long. Now that you're old, just send me out to live elsewhere. Consider it a reward for my students."

"I'd really like to have you as my student..."

Seeing Leonardo da Vinci's displeased expression, Favia smiled and continued the conversation about the Mona Lisa.

"Anyway, I really like the Mona Lisa. Please let me see the next painting."

Favia declared to the expressionless Leonardo da Vinci.

"I can't do it. If you had told me decades ago, I might have."

“I remember Xiaoxi said she drew a draft for you.” Favia raised her hands and pointed to the notebook that Da Vinci had placed on the table. “It’s not bad to start like this. To sketch out what you think without hesitation with sincere thoughts, this kind of initial wish is really good... That’s what you said, right?”

"I can't remember, I'm too old, I've forgotten."

"...Da Vinci, have you invited any guests to visit you today?"

Just as Favia was about to say something, he suddenly frowned and asked Leonardo da Vinci in a low voice.

"No...you mean to say?"

Da Vinci shook his head, then turned his gaze toward the door. At the same time, Favia picked up the coffee cup from Da Vinci's hand and immediately used magic to enhance her speed, walking toward the door.

Immediately afterward, the cup was raised, and Favia was about to spill the hot coffee on the 'eavesdropper's' face—

Even after he saw the 'eavesdropper' wearing the white robes reserved for the Pope, he couldn't stop; his speed was as swift as lightning.

In an instant, the pope suddenly waved his hand, blocking the spilled coffee with the outside of his robes, and then let out a mournful howl.

“A new pope? Rodrigo has already left, but I don’t recall any such thing in the church’s tradition.”

Favia withdrew her arm, placed the coffee cup on the table to the side, and fully opened the half-closed door, allowing Leonardo da Vinci inside to see the visitor's appearance.

"You...you brat, what have you done! Do you know that this is a robe passed down from Lord Novia's generation?! Now you've ruined it! I'm so angry!"

The old man, dressed in white robes, roared in fury.

His face was ashen, literally meaning "ashen-colored".

His words left Favia speechless.

When did I ever wear clothes like this? And how could this material possibly be made in the 19th century?

Moreover, there wasn't such a style in the fifth century... Are you just making a big fuss about it?

"Ah?" Leonardo da Vinci looked embarrassed. "So it's... His Holiness Pope Julius."

"Hmph." Julius nodded arrogantly, then turned and raised his sleeve to look at Favia. "Tell me, how will you compensate me and the church for our losses?"

"Compensation?" Favia couldn't help but laugh. "How about I give you the one I'm wearing right now as compensation? Or I can find some time to make a set myself?"

"You thought I was joking?"

"Your Holiness, please don't be angry. Such stains are easy to remove with a little time."

Leonardo da Vinci spoke kindly to Julius, explaining that Alexander VI had now passed away and the new Pope Julius II was in charge of distributing the funds.

“Ah, for Leonardo da Vinci’s sake,” Julius said solemnly, “and you are still young, just grant me one request.”

“Tell me first,” Favia said, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. “What are your demands?”

"Join the church."

Pope Julius II, also known as the God of War, is considered one of the twenty-five most accomplished popes in history. He was also a well-known devout believer, the complete opposite of his predecessor, Alexander VI. After ascending to the papacy, he immediately issued a proclamation strictly prohibiting all buying and selling during the election of the pope. He also established the Swiss Guard, which has been maintained in Vatican City ever since.

At the same time, in order to expel French influence in Italy, an agreement was signed with Venice, and the lost territories of the Papal States were recovered.

In fact, Julius's secret visit to Leonardo da Vinci's house was a coincidence.

On the night Favia was found by Leonardo da Vinci, he himself did not know why, but he inexplicably walked outside Rome and witnessed the whole process of Leonardo da Vinci taking Favia away.

Although this was nothing unusual for Julius, he couldn't stop thinking about Favia, the person Leonardo had taken away, after he returned home. So he spent the last few days trying to find a reason to visit Leonardo's house, but since Leonardo never came out, he resorted to this last resort.

Moreover, Julius didn't actually sneak in. The reason he didn't knock was simply because Leonardo da Vinci hadn't closed the door, so he just walked in openly... But this also shows that Leonardo da Vinci was really old.

When Julius peeked through the crack in the door at the back of the person Leonardo da Vinci had brought, he felt that this person seemed to be a promising talent, someone who could be brought into the church and groomed to become the next pope... it wasn't out of the question.

"You want me to join the church? I don't think so. After all, what the church did in the past, how should I put it, although there were reasons for it, it's still infuriating. In the end, using the tragic image of fearless dedication to glorify and exaggerate a glorious image is not glorious. What is truly glorious is what they have done, Your Holiness Pope Julius."

In that instant, Julius's smile froze on his face.

In Leonardo da Vinci's magic workshop.

The young man facing Julius smiled again.

The sunlight was so gentle, it rivaled the temperature and joy of Rome.

"But to be honest, the church has been getting better with you around, but that's only because of them. Sigh, it's really a headache."

The silver-haired youth spoke softly, yet Julius began to tremble involuntarily.

Although I can't explain why, there's a sense of fear that arises instantly from the depths of my soul.

This caused the old man, who had been on the battlefield and had killed countless assassins, to fall silent, his mind blank.

".......where are you going?"

When Julius came to his senses, he realized that Favia had already reached the door and seemed to be leaving.

“London, what? You want to give me a ride?” Favia turned around and continued, “If so, then forget it, after all, the clock tower will probably be on high alert because of this.”

"What are you thinking? I didn't even have that idea, but now that you mention it, it's not entirely impossible." Julius casually tucked his sleeves behind his back. "However, what I care about more is... what exactly do you want to do at the Clock Tower?"

"Do what I promised."

Favia shrugged. "After I've done this, I suppose I should leave this continent and head to an unknown one."

"..."

Julius remained silent, his brows gradually furrowing.

I don't know what to say.

To be fair, rationally speaking, he didn't need to care about this at all, since it was just a matter between magicians and had nothing to do with the church.

However, upon meeting this person named Favia, for some reason he didn't want Favia to be in danger and did have the idea of ​​helping him... but he was just rejected.

Therefore, Julius could only say this:

"I wish you safety. Although I cannot personally intervene, the church will assist with the evacuation."

227: A once-in-a-lifetime hero saves the damsel in distress (7k)

"Although I am very grateful, I refuse."

Somewhere in London, England, Marchi looked helplessly at the group of hunters who had come from Scotland, feeling both happy and frustrated.

Because these hunters were the same hunters from the Scottish organization that was originally the Robin Hood organization that Favia was entrusted by Paracelsus to solve the "vampire incident".

At this very moment, they had come to London together after hearing that Paracelsus might be in danger, hoping to offer some assistance.

"why?"

Upon hearing this, Machiri forcefully tossed her short green hair aside and stared at them with a stern gaze.

“You don’t even know magic, you don’t know ‘enhancement’, you can’t even beat an ordinary magician, let alone Paracelsus who is now in the Tomb of the Dead.”

The hunters, led by the old hunter, fell silent. They knew, of course, that the fairytale-like concept of 'magic' was real.

Furthermore, birds of a feather flock together, and the other side of the world is interconnected. However, hunters who have lived in the normal world for a long time have long lost the abilities of the former 'Robin Hoods'.

"Hmm, so you can't be of any help." This time, she paused for a beat, and then said as if she were acting, "Go back now, it's pointless for you to go."

In fact, even Machiri had long since given up hope of saving Paracelsus, since all news of his arrival had vanished without a trace.

Ultimately, the first principle of the clock tower has remained unchanged from ancient times to the present.

Mystery should be kept hidden.

Therefore, very few magicians dare to directly provoke the Clock Tower. Even if they do, they wouldn't go to the Spirit Tomb, one of the Clock Tower's strongholds, just for a magician they don't know at all, because that would be tantamount to courting death.

In other words, the moment Paracelsus was successfully captured, his life was over.

Machiri is such a person; although he possesses lofty ideals, he is unable to persevere in them.

Originally, he had even considered leaving London and heading to the European continent... for no particular reason, simply to escape.

The reason for the delay until now is mainly due to Bavan Shi, who entrusted Machiri to go and rescue Paracelsus today.

“Machiri and Paracelsus are both friends of Favia. I think if he were here, he would have done the same. Besides, you have helped me a bit. I remember Favia’s words very clearly: you should repay kindness when you are helped.”

That's what the fairy girl said.

"By the way, Lord Machiri, the direction you're heading..." the old hunter glanced at Machiri and said uncertainly, "Are you planning to leave London?"

This time, it was Machiri's turn to be silent. After more than ten seconds, Machiri finally nodded and said: