Chapter 719 Ugly Mask

Anyone who has been to Venice for the Carnival knows how different this sunny and romantic city can be at night.

Dim lights, humid water vapor, and people wearing bizarre masks and brightly colored coats wandering the streets, it seems that Venice has entered another world where ghosts walk.

The waterways and side streets make it all the more fascinating but also make it a complex labyrinth filled with many mysterious legends and inexplicable events.

Kissing under the Bridge of Sighs and you can get eternal love is a lie to tourists. In the local version of Venice, the prisoner died after seeing his lover with other men through a small window. His soul was bound by that bridge. On, every special day will send out a sigh.

I shouldn't have fallen in love with her, let alone risked my life for her, he regretted it very much.

However, he committed suicide, and the soul of suicide cannot be rested, so he sighed on the bridge for a thousand years.

There are many churches in Venice, but one of them was not built for believers.

In addition to portraits, people also like to use sculptures to record their own images. There is a beautiful and vain woman who lives for her appearance. She asked a sculptor to carve a statue for herself.

She couldn't stand her aging face, so she decided to commit suicide when she was at her most beautiful. But others say she died in shock, and the maid who found her body said she had a horrified look on her face when she was in front of the statue.

The house was unoccupied, and the priests tore it down and built a church in its place. They protected the residents of the city from the devil.

Beauty is a powerful weapon, it can confuse many people, those who have it ridicule and despise those who do not have it, invisibly produce discrimination and the crime of "arrogance" which is the first of the "7" original sins.

When the boat came to this red brick house far away from the tourist attractions, Pomona felt the uneasy rhythm of calmness. Something unfortunate must have happened here.

From the perspective of Christianity, everyone will have original sin and crimes, even saints are inevitable. Original sin exists in the secret place of the heart. We all have some kind of sinful tendency. When this tendency and inner strength are driven by external forces, crimes will be revealed.

In fact, there is no need to be driven by external force, you only need to wear a mask or hide in the crowd. If a person gives the public the choice of whether to commit suicide by jumping off a building, the final outcome must be death.

They will encourage the jumper to jump down, anyway, the person who made the noise is hiding in the crowd, and no one knows who he is.

The astronomy tower is tall enough, it was built to look up at the stars, but Albus used it to commit suicide.

But he set an example for Harry and many others through his own death, sacrificing himself for the greater good, and it's hard to tell whether it's an angel's call or a demon's whisper.

"Okay, you're here..." Alessandro said hastily when the boat docked.

Pomona pointed her wand at him.

"In such a dangerous place, you let the two girls go alone?"

"My cousin is a coward," Monica said sarcastically. "He only brags in front of girls."

"Are you a coward?"

"Of course not... this place is cursed, I'm going to tell mom..."

"Oh, here we go again." Monica rolled her eyes. "Mom, mom, when will you learn not to complain?"

"Well...he doesn't have a girlfriend right now?" Pomona said.

"How do you know?" Monica asked.

"No woman would choose a coward, or a boy who is too young to be her boyfriend." Pomona smiled sarcastically, "Can you wait for us here, or are you going to leave us here and sail away by yourself?" ?”

Alessandro was overwhelmed by the gaze of the two women.

Pomona went straight ashore, and so did Monica, and they walked down the stone steps to the garden, which was so quiet that even whispers could be heard.

This garden is beautiful, with fountains and sculptures. It is different from the buildings where every inch of land on the main island is paved with bricks. You can see green grass and flower beds.

The cook Philip on the "Orient Express" once said that the masks of Venice are cursed, and the people who wear the masks are often those who default on debts, cheaters, or assassins, and are often related to immorality.

Venice is home to many churches, most of which have a bell tower that rings to signal the beginning and end of the working day.

There was an ugly face carved out of stone on most of the bell tower doors, and now there is one on the arched lintel of the Casino of the Souls.

As Pomona and Monica approached, the eyes on that ugly face moved, looking straight at them both, those blue, flaming eyes that reminded Pomona of Moody's. magic eye.

"What do you want, witch?" asked the statue.

"I want to ask a question, why is this place called the Soul Casino? Is it because you can use your soul to gamble?"

"Do you want to gamble?"

"I'm just curious."

"I will not open the door to satisfy your curiosity," said the statue. "Go away."

"And seek asylum? Someone is chasing us!" Monica said. "He's a dark wizard."

Pomona glared at Monica.

"How can you say that!" She lowered her voice and "roared".

At this moment, the door of the "casino" opened, and a young priest in a black robe came out.

He was very handsome, with flaxen hair, brown eyes, and exuded a warm and sunny atmosphere, which was completely different from Severus, who was also dressed in black, but had a hooked nose, and exuded an evil and gloomy atmosphere. .

"You can go to someone else," said the pastor.

"She's a foreigner, and I don't know magic!" Monica said, "Please help us, Father."

The pastor looked at Pomona "What are you going to say?"

"We've been letting go of our stereotypes for years," Pomona said. "How about a cup of tea?"

The priest did not speak.

"In the eyes of others, we are also lunatics." The pastor said after a long silence, "We live a life of isolation, just like you."

"But you can't leave them, right?" Pomona said with a smile, "You still think they can be saved."

"When disaster strikes, we are with them, how about you?" the pastor said.

"We were burned at the stake, and we invented spells to avoid pain." Pomona smiled and said, "You won't let us in, will you?"

"She can, but you can't." The pastor said, "You will always find a way to escape the pursuit."

"Tsk tsk, you're so handsome, why aren't you cute at all." Pomona looked at the serious man in front of her, and felt sorry for his appearance.

"Come in, girl!" The pastor held out his hand to Monica.

"No, I won't go if she can't." Monica said, holding Pomona's arm. "She's a good person. Not all witches are evil."

"This is the rule."

"Let's go." Monica took Pomona's hand and turned to leave.

Pomona did not leave, she wanted to know more secrets.

"Father, can you answer me a question, what is the power that makes him sacrifice himself for the world?"

"You should go." The pastor was about to close the door.

"I read an interesting book recently. The philosopher said that only love can make people sacrifice themselves to save others. I think he must love us, so he can sacrifice himself to save us, but when he does that, he Have you ever asked Maria what she thinks?" Pomona said, "I saw a statue in the art gallery just now, and he was lying on Maria's lap, and he couldn't be as active as he was when he was a child. Cold and hard, can't see his mother crying for him."

"God's love is only given to those who are worthy of love."

"You want to talk about lambs, right?" Pomona sneered and said, "For animals that don't want to be lambs, you choose to die?"

"I cannot persuade a man who has lost his way."

"This is the problem, Father, this is the problem." Pomona walked backwards "When we leave Eden and explore the unknown road ahead in a strange world, we must support each other and understand the achievements of God, instead of returning to the past. Eden, go back again."

"You are free, but you are also lost, witch." The priest looked into her eyes and said, "Do you know what to do next?"

"You listen to the guidance of God, and I follow the guidance of my heart." Pomona held her heart and said, "A woman's heart is as deep as the sea, so we have the power to contain everything. What can your heart hold? Father."

"How about we go to another church?" Monica said. "To the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Lilies."

"To seek refuge with that eternal virgin? No!" Pomona looked at the pastor and sneered. "I was not a virgin long ago."

"Then where are we going?"

"Go to your house, you say your grandma is a Squib, she should know where the wizard in Venice is?"

Just when she was about to take Monica's hand to apparate, Alessandro appeared, holding a harpoon in his hand, a cross around his neck, and a "fully armed" look, which looked funny .

"Let's go, let's go to the boat." After finishing speaking, she let go of Monica's hand and walked towards the pier.