A few minutes later, Allen, who was sitting opposite, seemed to finally make a decision. He raised his head and said to Prime Minister Sistine:
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, thank you for providing me with this information.
"For the sake of your honesty, although I can't help you get rid of the crime, I can try to persuade Her Majesty the Queen to give you a pardon to exempt you from the death penalty.
"As long as you are willing to do me one more favor."
"Pardon" is a privilege exclusive to the king or queen of the Kingdom of Braden, which can save a death row prisoner from death and change it to life imprisonment or other punishment methods.
Hearing this, Prime Minister Sistine was once again deeply shocked. He never imagined that Allen, or the people behind him, would have such powerful energy to obtain a pardon from the Queen.
After all, the issuance of amnesty orders often requires the credibility of the royal family as a guarantee, which to some extent is equivalent to breaking the provisions of the constitution. Under normal circumstances, the monarch of the Braden Kingdom will not use it easily.
Queen Margaret has never issued a pardon to anyone since her coronation.
He was silent for a moment, and then asked in a more humble tone: "How can I help you?"
Allen smiled and replied: "You may have to go to jail for a few days first. When I need your help, I will send someone to tell you."
The Prime Minister nodded silently.
At this point, there are two paths before him: either he will be sent to the guillotine and will be infamy after his death; or he can cooperate with the other party and survive in the muddy waters of the capital.
Prime Minister Sistine doesn't want to die yet.
Therefore, making this choice was not difficult for him.
"Then, happy cooperation!"
After seeing his statement, Allen showed a satisfied smile on his face, then stood up, turned around and left the spacious and comfortable carriage without looking back.
Looking at Allen's leaving back, Prime Minister Sistine almost forgot to breathe.
He deeply felt that the situation in the capital was much more complicated than he imagined. Not only was the papacy plotting secretly, but the new party members headed by William Earl of York were also unwilling to be outdone.
Alan York's calm performance at this time made Prime Minister Sistine clearly realize that everything was under the control of the other party.
"The situation in the capital is really getting more and more terrible," the Prime Minister sighed silently in his heart. "From this point of view, it is not a bad thing for me to be imprisoned now. In this way, I can leave early and then
Just quietly watch the gods fight without getting involved in these dangerous things."
Thinking of this, he originally planned to wave his hand and ask the carriage driver to continue taking him to the palace to submit his resignation application to the queen.
However, at this moment, Isabella's interesting eyes suddenly fell on him.
The Prime Minister then remembered that his carriage driver was no longer the honest and honest man, and had been replaced by someone long ago without him knowing it.
"Can I leave?" He pondered for a few seconds, then cautiously asked the silver-haired woman in front of him.
He didn't have the guts to ask the other person to drive for him.
He just wanted to leave this frightening place as soon as possible. Even if he abandoned this expensive carriage and walked to the palace, he was willing to do so.
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, although my family feels that you cannot have the courage to betray us, I personally think that it is necessary for you to make an oath before you leave." Isabella said with a faint smile.
Perhaps because he was almost silenced by Archbishop Arcelga, when he heard the word "oath", Prime Minister Sistine breathed a sigh of relief and believed in Alan York's promise even more.
So he whispered: "This lady... I may need a copy of "The Book of Light"..."
"No need," Isabella interrupted him, then took out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Prime Minister Sistine, "You just need to read according to the content on this piece of paper."
The Prime Minister took the paper and read it without thinking:
"Our father in darkness, the Lord of thousands of dead souls, may everyone respect your name, and may you bear witness to my oath..."
Having said this, his heartbeat stopped for a moment, he raised his head, stared into Isabella's eyes and asked: "Are you a believer in the God of Darkness? The new party is actually cooperating with the Temple of Darkness?"
"This is not something you should interfere with," Isabella said calmly, "please make an oath first. My Lord is listening."
Prime Minister Sistine laughed at himself, feeling that fate had played a huge joke on him.
He finally ascended to the throne of Prime Minister, but fell into the abyss because the secret was leaked; he finally escaped from death, but was asked to betray his faith, and fell into darkness.
His life...is indeed a ridiculous farce.
But he had no choice.
So, under Isabella's gaze, he continued to read according to the content on the paper:
"...I, Sistine, hereby swear that I will never do anything detrimental to Alan York in this life. If I violate it, I am willing to be punished by God and my soul will be destroyed."
"Is it okay?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white paper turned into a faint black mist and dispersed quietly.
"Okay," Isabella nodded, "You can go."
The Sistine Prime Minister turned and left the carriage.
He was walking on the sunny street, his eyes were dull and his legs were numb, like a walking zombie.
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dusk.
When the setting sun evenly sprinkled the bloody afterglow, the Sistine Prime Minister finally came to the palace out of breath.
This huge and majestic crimson castle is like a ferocious beast, dormant in the mountains, overlooking its territory with majestic eyes.
In the hall of the castle he met Queen Margaret.
The young king wore a golden crown and a crimson cloak, sitting solemnly on a high throne.
In this way, the two rulers of this ancient kingdom met again
One of them was born with a noble bloodline and inherited the throne; the other lost his power in the bloody storm and became the head of the government.
In the past two years, they have fought openly and secretly, restrained each other, and seemed to be inseparable.
Now this life has finally come to an end.
The Prime Minister... no, he should be called Mr. Sistine now. He knelt on one knee in front of the Queen, kissed the ring on her hand that symbolized royal power, and begged her to take back his power as Prime Minister.
"Did you just meet Sir York?" the Queen said out of the blue and had nothing to do with it.
Former Prime Minister Sistine nodded.
"You go to jail for a while first. I will tell you when he needs help."
Sistine suddenly took a breath of cold air.
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