C3324 Last Communion (1/2)

”McMahon has already issued the general attack order. Right now, the army is closing in on Rokant Prison!”

”What will come will come. Rockant Prison, the biggest hostage holding place in the commune …” Archbishop Davable, I'm afraid you are doomed! ”

The sharing of information in Germany was depressing, and they knew that the final moment had come.

Xiao Letian and the others were not the only ones who knew that the final days were coming, at this moment, the Archbishop who was being locked up in Rokant Prison seemed to have heard the summons of God.

The archbishop was isolated in a narrow cell, the iron bars of the window above him reflecting the moonlight and drawing long lines on the floor of the cell.

There was a glass of water and a small piece of black bread on the table. The bread had been dried out and looked like it had been there for more than a day.

Archbishop Davabool was meditating with his eyes closed, reciting the words of the Bible in his head. Sitting in the dirty cell felt like sitting in Notre Dame.

Suddenly, the muffled sound of gunfire from far away roused the archbishop from his prayer. He carefully identified the direction, and his face suddenly turned pale.

”It's the Rachel's Cemetery!” Where did the people of the commune set up the cannon... This means... ”This means that the commune has completely collapsed. Their artillery position no longer has any way to retreat …”

The archbishop looked at the daring mouse in the corner and smiled indifferently, ”Little guy …” You're a lucky guy... PARIS. Have your brethren been eaten up? ”

”But you were able to survive. You even had the guts to appear in front of me … You are a blessed little fellow! ”

Darvabul broke off a piece of bread and threw it on the corner of the table. The rat came out of the shadows with a whoosh and climbed up the table leg.

It was indeed bold, and dared to eat bread as fast as it could in front of the archbishop!

”Ai …” Humans were sometimes inferior to animals. At the very least, you could tell who would harm you and who would help you … ”You don't need to observe your words, nor do you need to listen to so many lies …”

”You can naturally tell whether it's friendly or dangerous... If humans also had talents like you, how great would that be, we would have fewer conflicts! ”

”Little guy …” Live well, peace is about to come, this is the last battle! ”

”The Paris Commune has already moved the cannons to the Rachel's Cemetery, where is the last safe place … ”Now that we have reached this point, we have nowhere else to retreat to …”

Squeak squeak... Squeak squeak... The little mouse seemed to understand the archbishop's words and raised its head to respond!

”Do you know? The commune is going to die, and my life is coming to an end... It's funny, isn't it? ”If the commune wins and they succeed in gaining their political status, then I might even be able to live …”

”But they failed. Those who became angry due to embarrassment will get their revenge. They will use my life as a sacrifice for those who died in battle!”

”Listen …” Have they come … ”

The garrulous archbishop was talking to the mouse, and the mouse, having finished its bread, looked up at Davabool quietly, its eyes black and bright.

At this moment, the sound of an iron door clanging against each other came from outside. The little mouse was so scared that it ran away without a trace.

The sound of begging came from outside the cell. The two ends of the cell were like this, holding the high-ranking officials of the Church, officers of the government army, members of parliament from the royalist party and even some rich people of the capitalists.

God knows how many hostages were held in Rokant, but there were thirty single cells in the Black Dungeons where Archbishop Darvabel was located, not a single one of them was idle.

Only the archbishop of Davabool was of such a high rank that he was the only one in the cell, or even a single cell would have to be crammed with four or five prisoners.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke the dead silence. Many of the hostages that had been imprisoned for several months had already collapsed. They climbed up to the iron gate and begged bitterly.