On the evening of the banquet in St. Acropolis, Todd stood at the door of the church, looking at the staggeringly luxurious carriage in front of him. He turned his head and asked Tristan: "Is this the carriage that will pick us up for the banquet?"
Wouldn't it be...too ostentatious?"
Tristan straightened his robes and saints, got into the carriage without looking back, and said: "This is already the most low-key carriage for His Majesty Matilde."
Todd choked for a moment and got into the carriage.
The interior of the vehicle has velvet cushions, a pull-out ice bucket, and even a folding bed that can accommodate three people.
Looking at all this, Todd thought bitterly, he could be regarded as the leader of a country, but compared with this guy, he could only be regarded as a bumpkin who didn't know how to enjoy himself.
Tristan looked at the receding scenery outside the window and said to himself: "His Royal Highness Sinclair and His Highness Matilde, apart from being somewhat similar in appearance, are very different in personality and philosophy. Sinclair
His Highness Lai inherited his father's personality. While he actively contacted the nobles and generals in the country, he also tried to free the Holy Acropolis from the influence of the church..."
Todd sighed inaudibly and whispered in his heart, I wonder if you would think this way if you learned about Sinclair and the Pope's slave trading business.
"As for the second prince of the Holy Acropolis, His Highness Matid... he is a... person who knows how to enjoy himself." Tristan repeatedly considered his speech: "He knows when the red wine is the best wine, and he knows that Lu
He knows how to cook the most delicious fish, and he knows every beautiful dance on the continent...but he has no interest in the governance of the country."
Todd glanced at Tristan sideways: "It sounds like you value His Highness Sinclair more than His Highness Matide, who is supported by the church?"
The latter said noncommittally: "What the church needs is a puppet that is easy to control, not a maverick ruler."
Todd was silent for a moment and then changed the topic: "Tell us about the mission in Muxi City?"
"The Duixi City Mission? What do you want to know?"
"I heard that Muxi City openly supports His Highness Sinclair?"
Tristan gently opened the curtain of the carriage: "It is not a simple support. The Twilight City Mission must allow His Royal Highness Sinclair to ascend the throne, otherwise the Holy Acropolis will become a barrier to curb the development of Twilight City."
"Of those two highnesses, who has a better chance of winning now?"
"It's not easy to say. One has the support of the nobles, and the other has the support of the church. Both of them have a chance of winning." Tristan stretched out his hand, grabbed the armrest of the carriage, and said to Todd: "Hold on, we have to pass.
The Plaza of Honor..."
"Honor Square?" Before Todd could react, the carriage suddenly bumped up and down due to the uneven road surface.
Putting his head out of the window, Todd glanced outside the carriage, and the scene in front of him made him take a breath of cold air.
Dozens of wooden crosses were erected in the endless square. Burnt corpses were scattered everywhere. The wheels of the carriage rolled over the charred corpses, making a crunching sound.
.
Todd retracted his body and asked Tristan in surprise: "Is this...?"
"This is the Square of Honor where the church once used to carry out burnings." Tristan lowered the curtain: "At its craziest time, hundreds of people could be burned to death here in one night. Because there were so many charred corpses, most of them were
They were stuck to the ground; coupled with the shortage of food and supplies, and the inability to hire people to deal with the debris, the Plaza of Honor gradually turned into a pile of corpses."
"All those burned to death here are all alien species?!"
Tristan sneered: "How come there are so many alien species for people to burn? Those who are dissatisfied with the church, those who support His Highness Sinclair, and those who try to escape from the Holy Acropolis... are all sent to the stake."
Hearing this, Todd looked at the black land under the setting sun again, lowered the curtain of the carriage, and sighed heavily.
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The carriage traveled for a full hour and arrived at the banquet hall of the palace when it was completely dark.
Walking into the hall, seeing the dazzling array of food on the table, and seeing the marble red wine fountain in the center of the front hall, Todd finally understood the grand banquet that Tristan had mentioned before.
"The food here is enough to feed hundreds of families." Tristan looked at Todd, who looked solemn, and said.
Todd shook his head and walked towards the main hall of the banquet. Following the melodious music, he saw a group of nobles surrounding a dancing man and woman.
The man has a handsome appearance and is wearing a gorgeous palace formal suit; the woman Todd knows, she is the leader of the Twilight West City Mission - Knight Dion.
Dion was wearing a pleated corset dress with a cold face. Looking at the other party's expression was like looking at an ugly toad.
"The one who is dancing is His Highness Matid..."
Tristan's words surprised Todd.
How could the two of them end up together?
On the dance floor, Matide held Dion's back and brushed his fingers lightly against his skin, only to receive a heavy step in return.
"Sorry, Your Highness, my steps are unsteady." Dion said politely, but his beautiful eyes gave him a sharp look.
Matide stood up straight, as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, it's okay! Speaking of which, did you receive the flowers I gave you?"
"Flower?" Dion turned in a circle following the other party's dance steps and said calmly: "I took it to feed the horse."
A smile that looked uglier than crying suddenly appeared on Mathilde's face.
Dion glanced at the guests around him with vigilance, and put his mouth close to Matid's ear: "Where is your promise to me?"
Mathilde moaned softly with a look of enjoyment on his face, as if he didn't hear the other party's question at all.
Dion stepped on Matid's instep with another heavy kick, and said harshly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I took the wrong step again!"
Matide pursed his lips and said softly: "Don't you want a list of nobles who support my brother? I can give it to you at any time."
At the end of the song, Dion took a step back, got out of Matid's arms, bowed slightly towards the latter who was still unfinished, and returned to his position as an envoy.
Todd, who was standing in the distance, looked towards the direction of the Twilight West City Mission. Dion sat next to Mary, who was dressed in a full dress. The former was petite and cute, while the latter was beautiful. The two beauties with completely different temperaments were so gorgeous that they immediately stood out.
Became the focus of the entire dance.
Tristan tugged on Todd's cuff: "If you want to see the envoy now, that's definitely not a good idea. Rather than that, there's someone you should meet first."
Under Tristan's guidance, Todd came to the church seat and stood in front of a middle-aged man who looked like an eagle. The robes on his body immediately made him realize the identity of this middle-aged man.
"Lord Jacob, may the light of the Lord illuminate the way forward for you and me."
Jacob looked at the face in front of him and was extremely surprised for a moment: "Fairchild, why are you here?!"
Recalling Fairchild's memory fragments, Todd put on the former's signature smile and said vaguely: "There are some difficult things. The Pope asked me to deal with them as soon as possible..."
Jacob stayed for a while, then nodded slightly and said: "The Pope is the most important thing in everything."
Later, he looked at Tristan with disgust and said to Todd: "You can use my hands as much as you like."
Todd nodded in thanks and left everyone.
He first came to a dark corner and looked at Dion and Mary who were surrounded by everyone at the banquet, knowing that this was not a good time to come forward and talk.
Just as he was about to lift his feet and leave, out of the corner of his eye he saw a young man who appeared repeatedly in Fairchild's memory.
This young man is tall, has a resolute expression, and has a carefully groomed beard. He always has a warm smile when he looks at people.
This is His Royal Highness Sinclair, there should be no mistaking him.
The glance Todd cast was quickly noticed by Sinclair, who had a keen sense.
Their eyes met in the air.
A trace of surprise flashed in Sinclair's eyes, and he quickly looked away, pretending that nothing happened.
While chatting and laughing with the nobles next to him, he touched the back of his right ear with his hand.
Todd recalled the memories he had spied on from Fairchild, and immediately understood that the other party wanted him to go to his old place for a secret conversation.
Turning around and leaving the banquet hall, Todd relied on the vague memories gained during the soul invasion and stepped into the bush path outside the hall and came to the back of a lion statue.
After waiting for almost ten minutes, a deep voice sounded from the side.
"You came back earlier than expected."
Todd looked at the black figure next to the stone statue and said softly: "Something happened in Gugang Port."
"Something happened?"
Todd lowered his voice: "The barbarians in the south rebelled, Gugu City was captured, and tens of thousands of slaves were released..."
The black shadow walked out from behind the stone statue, his voice sounded a little anxious: "The money that belongs to me..."
His Highness Sinclair's face appeared in front of Todd, causing the latter to shake his head helplessly.
"Don't worry, all the goods have been sold." Todd took out a silver moon from his arms and threw it up and down like Fairchild: "I hid the money in a safe place, but the ship was robbed by barbarians.
Already."
Sinclair's eyes were sharp: "Gugu City has been breached and the ship is gone. What should we do with our next business?"