"Villanelle, you really should have been there to see how I negotiated with that old man. Damn it, he wanted tariff exemptions and one-way trade regulations. Damn it, I totally rejected it.
I only adhere to one principle - that is, Kislev has trade autonomy and no other country has the right to interfere."
"Guess what happened in the end? That old man was defeated. All the plans he proposed were rejected. According to my proposal, all timber, cotton, and beer shipped by the empire to Kislev will maintain the original tariffs.
The furs, medicines, and stones shipped from Kislev to the empire were all charged at 70% of the original tariff. Maximian's face turned blue, but in the end he had to compromise. Without it, the Osterland would
Other imperial provinces will also do business with me, and the huge Kislev has no shortage of them, right?"
In the banquet hall of the palace, Tsar Pavel invited Denis's good sister Villanelle to have dinner. At the dinner, the drunk king sat on a recliner and boasted about his great achievements. However, the clever Villanelle
Without saying anything, she had already known what the trade negotiations the king said were going on. However, in front of the face-saving Pavel, Villanelle chose to play dumb and pretend that she didn't know, which was the best way.
In fact, she had no intention of coming to this dinner. As Dennis's best friend and good sister, she was familiar with Dennis, which did not mean that she was also familiar with his husband. But in recent days, Pavel always found various reasons to ask her out, which hindered her.
So she had to come to the king's banquet. When she came, she realized that even Dennis was not present... She seemed to be busy with government affairs, and those things were originally the king's responsibility. After a few months, they were all handed over.
The queen's place.
Villanelle smiled awkwardly at the dining table. She looked at the clock on the wall, hoping that the hour would come soon. In this way, she could leave the banquet and go home. Instead, she would have an awkward chat with this strange man here.
However, Pavel didn't seem to have any intention of letting her go back early. The rosy-faced Tsar kept staring at the chest of the girl in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, and that expression made Villanelle faintly uneasy.
Finally, Villanelle waited for the return of her good sister Denise.
"Your Majesty the King, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Dennis stepped on the cold floor and walked into the banquet hall. There were only the king and his good sisters in the huge banquet hall, plus some servants and guards. It seemed a bit lonely and deserted.
The king's face looked very rosy, which was due to the effect of alcohol, which made him feel a little dizzy.
"It's okay, my queen." Pavel returned with a smile.
"Are you done with everything?"
the king asked next.
"Well, almost. But there is something that has not been dealt with yet. I need to report to you."
Upon hearing this, Villanelle was about to leave voluntarily, but was stopped by Pavel——
"You are not an outsider. If you have anything to do, you can listen and discuss it together."
After the king finished speaking, Villanelle naturally couldn't say anything else. After all, he was the king... and Dennis nodded to her.
With the approval of her good sisters, Villanelle could only sit down and continue the awkward dinner. She wanted to tell Dennis privately about Pavel's behavior just now, but she was worried that if the king didn't mean it, she would be sowing discord. She could only hesitate.
It's like sitting on pins and needles.
"Your Majesty the King, let me make the story short. The thing is like this. A few days ago, a patient in a household in the city was seriously ill and was about to die. In the monastery not far away, the Sharak priests rushed over after learning the news.
.But because there are Moorish believers in the patient's family, these Sarlacc priests are not allowed to treat the patient. They say that this is the will of the God of Death, and that Moor, the God of Death, wants to take this person to the Kingdom of Shadows, and mortals should not resist it. And on this grounds, he refuses
They received treatment from the Sarlacc priests. Several Sarlacc priests were anxious to save people and wanted to force their way in, but they were injured by the people who rushed out..."
"Are these people civilians?"
Pavel impatiently interrupted his wife's report.
"Yes, they are all civilians."
Dennis returns.
"Then you don't need to report this matter to me, just make your own decision."
After speaking, the king picked up the wine glass and continued to taste the wine.
"I haven't finished speaking yet. This matter is of extraordinary significance."
Dennis was anxious.
But Pavel remained indifferent——
"What's the extraordinary significance of a few civilians making trouble?"
There was a bit of disdain and contempt in the king's words. Dennis only felt angry. Once upon a time, he was a king who was eager to make achievements. Once upon a time, he obeyed her words. But now, he can't achieve high or low, and he can't do big things.
Not bothering to do small things... Dennis wanted to slap him and wake him up, but he was the czar...
"Those who beat people are not ordinary people. According to the investigation, they are members of the Knights of the Black Rose."
Enduring her dissatisfaction, Denise continued to report. After all, she still regarded Pavel as a tsar.
"The Knights of the Black Rose? Didn't they return to the Empire long after our civil war ended?"
Pavel became puzzled.
"That's on the surface. In fact, some members of the Knights disguised themselves as civilians and settled down in Kislev."
Dennis replied.
Villanelle on the side was keenly aware that this matter was indeed not simple, but it was not convenient for her to interrupt as the king and queen were discussing.
"What is their purpose in doing this? The women of Kislev are more beautiful than those of the Empire?"
Pavel asked with a smile.
"of course not!"
Dennis couldn't help but turn up the volume——
"They have other intentions. My King, don't you think that the Moroccan religion is developing too fast? Moreover, the means are not so glorious..."
After hearing this, Pavel frowned. He finally understood why Dennis was so angry. The Knights of the Black Rose were secretly supporting the development of Moorishism in Kislev. Since ancient times, theocracy has been the biggest enemy of royal power. In this way, Pavel
Will still knows.
"Then I will send people to suppress them."
The king said firmly.
"I'm afraid this is not a sensible solution, Your Majesty."
Dennis replied.
"Why?"
Pavel stared at his wife with confusion in his eyes.
"During the civil war between the north and the south of Kislev, my father promised to allow the Moorish religion to develop freely in Kislev in order to defeat the Snow Queen. Now, if we attack the Moorish religion for no reason, wouldn't we be accused of being callous and cruel?
Like a queen?"
Dennis asked rhetorically.
"That's your father's promise to them, and I didn't agree to any of the Moorish requests!"
Pavel immediately retorted and sobered up most of the wine in an instant...
"Don't be angry yet, my majesty. In short, give me some time and I will handle this matter. Using the army or police to suppress the Moroccan religion will probably cause another bloody storm in the territory. Over there in the empire.
, will also find excuses to enter the country again.”
Dennis persuaded. As for the solution, she had already thought of it. The Moorish religion was not the only one in this kingdom who had its own armed group...