The carriage carried the Sistine Prime Minister and drove slowly along the gravel road.
Through the car window, he could see the sparkling waves on the Boone River. Steamships were spitting out thick black smoke and slowly passing by on the water, creating ripples on the calm river.
On the pier by the river, a group of children were chasing each other and playing happily. The laughter like silver bells floated from afar and reached the ears of the Sistine Prime Minister.
But at this moment, Prime Minister Sistine was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at all.
On the one hand, as long as he poked his head out, he could see the "Drive Out the Traitors" posters posted on the surrounding buildings. There was a black and white photo of the Sistine Prime Minister on it, and a huge one was drawn with red ink.
"fork".
On the other hand, what Archbishop Yaconelga did made him disappointed and doubtful.
The Sistine Prime Minister really couldn't understand why Archbishop Nerga could calmly say "Allies are shit" while allowing him to leave Hagia Sophia with many secrets and not even letting him caress under the statue.
The "Light Canon" swore an oath to keep secrets.
Could this be Archbishop Nerga's last compassion for him, a man who has lost power?
He shook his head silently.
However, just when the carriage left the main road beside the Boone River and entered a side alley, an accident happened.
As soon as Prime Minister Sistine poked his head out of the car window, he saw very clearly that at the other end of the alley, another carriage was heading towards his location at an extremely fast speed, as if it might arrive at any time.
May roll over.
The horse pulling the cart over there was obviously frightened and was completely out of the driver's control. It ran towards this direction and couldn't pull it back.
In just a few seconds, the two carriages will collide head-on.
By then, it will definitely end in a car crash and death.
Prime Minister Sistine's heart was in his throat.
At this critical moment of life and death, relying on some intuition as a politician, he finally understood what Archbishop Nerga was thinking.
Dead people don't tell secrets.
There are countless magical spells in the Church of Light that can make horses energetic.
For example, the famous "Holy Light Blessing" magic can be used in the army to improve the morale of soldiers; but if the intensity is too high, it will cause violent stimulation to the nerves of people and animals, causing them to lose control of their emotions and even go crazy.
.
As long as the Sistine Prime Minister dies in this inaccessible alley before arriving at the palace, all the secrets about the Archbishop and the Church of Light will not be leaked and will be buried in the soil with his body.
The Church of Light could also take the opportunity to disguise his death as an accident, and then shed a few tears for him in a pretentious manner to eliminate all potential risks and then quietly stay out of the matter.
Archbishop Nerga is right, I am a tool in his hands. The Sistine Prime Minister thought to himself in despair. Now that this tool is no longer convenient, he abandoned it without mercy.
Two carriages approached quickly.
Prime Minister Sistine sighed and decided to accept his fate.
Anyway, going to the guillotine is still death, and being hit by a carriage is still death. It is better to die here happily without being humiliated by the bastards of the New Party in court.
However, at this moment, things took another turn.
Just when the Sistine Prime Minister decided to close his eyes and wait for death, the honest-looking coachman who was driving in front suddenly stood up.
He gently pulled the reins, and the carriage the Prime Minister was riding in came to a steady stop.
But that's not the most surprising thing.
Immediately afterwards, the coachman held a riding crop and jumped up in a free and smooth posture that was completely inconsistent with his own temperament.
His figure drew a perfect parabola in the air and landed lightly on the driver's seat of the carriage opposite.
It was too late, but soon, the coachman waved his black whip, and several black afterimages flashed in the air. The frightened horses instantly regained their docility and stopped.
The Sistine Prime Minister opened his eyes wide. For a moment, he couldn't believe that he had escaped from death. He couldn't believe that his honest and honest coachman could be so agile.
The couple sitting in the carriage opposite were equally surprised.
Although the crisis has passed, their faces are still as pale as corpses.
They stood up tremblingly and sincerely thanked the driver for saving their lives.
"You don't have to thank me. I'm just following the order," the coachman said calmly, "If you don't mind, can you leave this alley for a while? I have something to say to Mr. Sistine."
"Of course, no problem." Naturally, the couple who had narrowly escaped death would not refuse the savior's request.
After the couple left, the coachman returned to the Sistine Prime Minister.
"You...you are not that coachman...you...who are you?" the Prime Minister pointed at him and said incoherently.
Hearing his words, a naughty smile appeared on the coachman's honest and honest face; at the same time, he stood on tiptoes and spun around in circles.
In the blink of an eye, the ordinary-looking coachman disappeared and was replaced by a young woman with outstanding temperament.
She is tall, has slender legs, and her waist-length silver hair shines in the sunlight.
"I am your savior," the young woman chuckled, "I am here to save you on the orders of my family."
As she spoke, she sat on the seat opposite the Prime Minister, put her left foot up on her right leg, held her chin with one hand, and held a long riding crop in the other hand. She looked like a well-tailored lady's hunting suit.
Extraordinarily heroic.
"Your master?" The Prime Minister was deeply puzzled.
He really couldn't understand how anyone would be willing to take the risk of offending the Light Church to save his own life at this time.
Just when he was puzzled by this, another voice floated slowly from the window:
"Isabella, this Prime Minister has never had a sense of humor. Let's not joke with him!"
"As you command, my lord." The woman called Isabella responded without hesitation.
Prime Minister Sistine leaned out of the window following the sound, and soon saw a slender young man with black hair and blue eyes standing in the narrow alley, smiling at him.
At the young man's feet, two people wearing white priestly robes from the Church of Light lay quietly. Looking at their motionless appearance, it was obvious that they had fallen into a coma.
"Ai...Alan York?" The Prime Minister was deeply surprised. In his impression, wasn't it said that the son of the Lord of Kent was addicted to magic? How could he be involved in this matter?
"Exactly." The black-haired young man responded politely.
Then, he stepped over the two priests lying on the ground and walked towards the Prime Minister with a leisurely pace.
"Those two people"
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, these two priests just hid in the alley and used the 'Holy Light Blessing' magic on the horses, trying to kill you," Allen said in a relaxed tone, "but I dealt with them."
The Prime Minister lowered his head.
If there is anyone in this world that he cannot understand at all, then Alan York at this time must be one of them.
He didn't understand why Alan York wanted to save himself.
But as a politician, he knew very well that the other party would never save his life for free.
So, he lowered his head and said with an attitude of letting others take advantage of him:
"Tell me, Mr. York, what do you want from me?"
"The secret," Allen got on the carriage and sat next to Isabella, opposite the Prime Minister, "the secret that makes the Church of Light eager to get rid of you."