Although most of the archbishops are old, their appetites are good. In the past two weeks, the two meals of vegetable porridge and one meal of meat porridge every day were probably only farmers who would not get bored. They can't even eat a piece of bread, or see a piece of meat no bigger than a fingernail. Not to mention the delicious fish and anything grilled.

Such a diet even made them feel a little weaker.

The banquet was held, and Leo felt his stomach start to gurgle. Normally speaking, the traditional way of eating for the Romans is one dish per person, distributed according to status. But such eating etiquette has been improved in the later period. Since four hundred years ago, larger banquets have been composed of two parts, one is that the servants are matched with more traditional small meals, snacks and light wine according to the status of the guests. People chat and enjoy the show (if there is one), and at the same time, they don't forget to bow their heads and have a bite from time to time.

And when the sky is completely dark, the lights are lit, and when the banquet is officially held, a large dish will be placed in the center of the round table, and after the display, the servants with exquisite knife skills will share the meal. If people want to eat a certain dish, they must hand over the sign on their table to the servant behind them, and the servant will place the sign on the side of the plate. The servant who divides the meal is responsible for cutting a portion of the dish and handing it over to the guests.

This aspect is to allow everyone to eat as many dishes as possible... another aspect is to avoid poisoning.

When each person had one type of dish before, the assassin's poisoning would be very precise. You only need to glance at the menu to know which dish is eaten by who. And after this meal sharing system became popular among the upper-class nobles, there was no need to worry about anyone trying to murder him. Leo rushed to the hall first, sat down and began to eat the small meal in front of him. Before coming here again, he went to the kitchen first, opened the plates one by one, nodded with satisfaction, and took a look at the menu of the big meal in this courtyard. And Tongzi obviously didn't dare to drive him away, and could follow him directly to ensure that he didn't steal. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when Leo left the kitchen. Hurry up and send servants to send Archbishop Leo's food in advance—at least gag his mouth first, so that he can stop running around and uncovering chaos. Today Leo's position is that of chief bishop. And the holy servants of the Holy See are not as colorless as Du Juanhou's servants.

The holy servant opened the basket, and first set out two silver plates, one large and one small, for Leo, then a tile bowl, and a silver cup less than the size of a hand. Then she poured out Leo's wine, and laid out his morsels on the table.

At Leo's urging, three little sweet buns were set out for him. This kind of fluffy bread is called "the old bishop's baker does not have this skill. You can buy one for half a silver coin, and this is the second time you buy it and bake it hot. Beside him is a 30-year-old, Some fat middle-aged women reminded Ruo in a low voice: "There will be more delicious food in the future. "

"Ok, I know."

Leo said with a smile: I saw that the Holy Trinity has been prepared. Besides these, is there anything else to eat? "

The Holy Trinity Meal refers to venison pie, roast beef and smoked fish. This is the communion that a Solomonian bishop should eat at least once a year on Holy Days—the food that **** ate on the last day of his life.

"Baldock jelly, grilled eel, and artichoke salad, my lord. Roasted roots with gravy, ten-bean poached sorrel, and offal pudding.

The servant replied: "The roast swan is ready, and the chef is inserting the feathers back into it. After dark, there will be fried flounder, grilled oxtail and grilled lamb chops. It is not good for these dishes to be cold. Finally, I said: It was rosemary suckling pig.

"Are there any oysters?" The holy servant thought for a while and shook his head: "It seems that there are no oysters. If you want, we can send someone to buy them."

"Hmm, that would be great."

Leo said with a smile. Watching the holy servant turn and go back.

The smile on his face faded for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

He no longer keeps it. Instead, eat these small meals clean. Drinking didn't stop, it was one cup after another. Wait until the other bishops are seated. He was already a little drunk.

Soon, Dong Raj rushed to the hall. He put on the pope's platinum robe, although he didn't wear a crown, but it looked like that. Seeing the Pope coming, the holy servant quickly brought out the plate. The later archbishops were dispersed without taking a few small meals. They looked at the holy three meals that were served first, and couldn't help but donate food. Although the holy three meals stipulated the dishes, according to the selection of ingredients and the chef's craftsmanship, the difference in taste was definitely very large. Each person's pie is filled with tender and soft venison; the second-heated parsley roast veal is still fresh and delicate, and the gravy flows in and out when you cut it lightly. The smoked salmon is also very fat tender. Perhaps because it was already too late, Leo didn't order the Holy Trinity meal one by one, but belched loudly, ordered a steaming venison pie, and couldn't wait to use his hands Grab the sound and start eating.

Pelaghi also cut a portion of veal and put it in his mouth, and took another mouthful of smoked fresh fish.

Contrary to the previous pope, Pelaghi actually doesn't like drinking very much. Therefore, there was no toast to the crowd. Perhaps it was because of his age, he always felt a little tired the next day after drinking... He and Leo had already had a few drinks in the afternoon, but now he couldn't take a sip. But that doesn't matter too much. Because there were actually only three or four bishops among them who liked to drink, and only one of them was an old man—that bishop of Aucheny.

"Gentlemen," said Pelaghi with a big laugh, "enjoy the party! Tonight's revelry will last until late at night, until the moon sets and the sun rises. Until the night passes and the sun comes up" until three and a half hours After that, Pelaghi suddenly felt something was wrong. He felt a growing sense of fatigue spreading from his spine to his entire body. The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the limbs seemed to be filled with lead. He broke free from the abnormal sleep desire and tried to open his eyes, only to see Bishop Aucheny and Heathcote lying on the table first, as if asleep... It's just that my face is poisoned?

who poisoned

Pelaghi leaned back in his seat. He was panting violently. The pupils danced rapidly, scanning the people around them.

People eat. chat if. No one acted particularly suspicious. Nobody even noticed that Pelaghi was in pretty bad shape these days. There are three in total: myself, Auchenai and Heathcote. But there's no food that's only eaten by them... so to speak. Is it a pipe? Some people have already poisoned themselves when they are sharing the plates. Who will it be?

A figure gradually emerged in front of Pelaghi. There is no doubt about it. Only one person had this motive—"John!

With a hoarse voice, Tong Raj roared in a low voice: "You, the archbishops stopped suddenly and looked at Pelaghi. They saw that Pelaghi was swaying, as if he had caught a cold. His face was blue, and his tongue seemed to be stiff, but Pelaghi felt that it was becoming more difficult to breathe, and he couldn't even speak.

The archbishops realized something, left their seats one by one, and walked towards Pelaghi. Pelaghi felt the world around him become distorted and blurred, and watched them walking towards him, but couldn't hear any sound. The figure became slender and tall, and the cold current poured into his limbs, and his teeth could not help but tremble. Da da tap Ruo.

help me.

Hurry, save, my endless chill is gone to Pelaghi. He opened his mouth wide and breathed hard like a fish dying of thirst, but he was powerless. His mind sank in the endless winter. He tried his best to widen his eyes, his whole body was trembling violently, his face was distorted to the point of being almost abstract. However, a cold winter finally came.