Mr. Skelly stroked his chin. He mightve accidentally caused a minor rebellion, but he wasnt affected by it at all. In fact, he mightve even profited. After the citizens ransacked the church, taking all its food and hidden money, they left after a quick prayer as if they felt guilty for looting the place. The priests and clergyn hadnt moved back in, so, naturally, Mr. Skelly occupied the massive church.
Mr. Skelly raised his head. Find anything? he asked a ghost floating above him.
The ghost shook its head.
Mr. Skelly scratched his skull. Perhaps the church wasnt evil after all. There werent any signs of the church knowing necromancy at all. There was a dented statue of a man wearing a crown of thorns nailed to a cross with his face contorted in agony, but after reading up on the mans background information, Mr. Skelly realized what it was. Other than that, there were a couple of skulls and ashes, but which large organization didnt have a few skulls and ashes? Since that was the case, it seed like Mr. Skelly sincerely wronged the churcheven if he didnt an to.
A sigh escaped out of Mr. Skellys ribcage, and he took sank back deeper into the popes favorite chair. He picked up the scrolls and letters that had accumulated in the pigeon post. Originally, he had planned on leaving them there for the pope to handle, but it didnt look like he was coming back anyti soon. If important information was missed because of the little riot the citizens held, wouldnt it be a disaster for the church? Since he was here, he might as well right his wrongs. Mr. Skelly nodded and broke the wax seal on the first scroll he picked up. He was lucky the knowledge he absorbed earlier from the skeleton included the written word.
Eh? Mr. Skellys eye sockets widened. It seems like Leo X missed a eting or sothing. Well, whats gone is gone, its not like the worlds ending just because he missed it. Lets see, the people there were so bigshots, huh? Oh, what. Theyre rebelling against the church and the emperor. Mr. Skelly glanced at the ghost, who was still hovering above him, and cleared his throat. If I were the pope, what would I do?
Mr. Skelly rubbed his chin so more before placing the scroll down. Then he picked up another one. Lets see, he said and broke the wax seal. Rhodes was lost? Even if I know that, what am I supposed to do? Send an army of skeletons to take it back? He frowned. If I did that, then wouldnt that automatically associate the church with necromancers? It wouldnt feel right forcing them to flee and ruining their image.
With a wave of his bony hand, Mr. Skelly tossed the scroll onto the table. Wait a minute, he said and grabbed the two letters. He read them again and frowned even harder. Events that catch the popes attention, wouldnt they be big events? Maybe one of his companions were involved. It was a sha the papers were so small since they had to be carriable by a pigeon; otherwise, thered be more information for him to work with. Alright, Ill keep these two in mind: the mastermind behind the coup dtat, and the conquering of a fortress.
Mr. Skelly grabbed the little scrolls, rolled them up, then stuffed them into his eye sockets. He leaned forward and grabbed another scroll that was sealed with wax. Lets see whats here, he said and popped open the seal. The archbishop has been accused of witchcraft, and hes currently being interrogated in a dungeon. Mr. Skelly scratched his head. Alright, since this was sent by a king or emperor, I dont think anyone I know is involved in this. However, thats highly inappropriate! How dare this ruler imprison an archbishop under suspicion of witchcraft? Wouldnt that be questioning the popes judgnt? It seems like the two dont get along. Well, Ill help the pope out and send a strongly worded letter to this man whos overstepping his bounds.
Mr. Skelly grabbed a nearby parchnt and well of ink. He dipped a quill into it and scribbled out a reply, writing the letters as strongly as he could. Then, he let it dry while rummaging through the popes desk, looking for the seal. Once he found it, he folded the letter and sealed it with red wax, copying the three letters he had opened. He glanced up and raised his bony hand. Send this to the. He paused and scratched his skull. Send it to Charles V. The pigeonsor their cagesare labeled, right?
The ghost nodded and grabbed the letter. Surprisingly, it could hold onto it. It floated towards the door and passed through, but the letter dropped to the floor. A mont later, the door creaked open, and the ghost grabbed the letter again. Mr. Skelly sighed and tossed the letter about the archbishop into a nearby bin. One good deed done for the day. He picked up another letter, the last one. Hmm, looks like another archbishop is highly concerned about rumors regarding the pope abandoning the church. He prepared the materials to write another letter and scribbled on six words: Everythings fine. Carry on. Leo X.
There we go. Mr. Skelly sealed his handiwork and nodded. I do wonder when that pope plans on coming back though. He tapped his fingers against the table as he waited for the ink to dry. I cant stay here forever. Ill give him until I finish investigating that fortress and coup dtat. If hes not back by then, then oh wells. Mr. Skelly shrugged and stood up. He walked behind the chair and stood in front of the window. There werent any people in the square, not even any guards. After all, they wouldnt feel comfortable approaching a square full of ghosts even if they couldnt see them.
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