Perris still looked expressionless, but Sword knew that he must have been moved, otherwise, with this conceit, he should have expelled the somewhat offended priest from the palace, rather than allowing him to make these dirty and filthy deals.

But this priest really had a face like a priest by birth, and if it were himself, he would be willing to give him the change he had when he had enough money, so that he could pray for himself and his family.

It's impossible for Xinjun not to be impressed. Although the monks cannot directly collect taxes, and the income is not very high at present, but the place is a pit that can only be entered and not entered, and the accumulation of wealth for more than ten years has in fact circled a large number of shiny imperial gold coins, and those things are exactly what is necessary for a "Ming Jun" who is in charge of the sword of the world.

It would be excellent if you could directly win one or two foreign wars without the royal fate levying war taxes.

But he has no choice to make now.

"This is my father's funeral, and I must do my duty as a prince, bishop. Sardinia will surely forgive me for my actions. ”

After some speculation, Perris straightened the folds of his white robe with his hand, and then lowered his face, trying to make a look of joy and anger.

Seeing this, Goethe didn't say much, but quietly exchanged glances with Sword, who was standing aside and didn't say a word, and then left with a group of priests, only the court bishop flashed a few times, and finally chose to stay.

Goethe paused deliberately as he walked past the bishop before leaving.

"Wait, my dear friend, the time of our monks is coming. ”

When Hopman heard this, a smile of relief appeared on his face, but soon after Goethe left, he changed to a look of resentment.

He turned slowly, looking at Goethe's departing back, the orange robe stood out against the blue-gray sky, and the monks and nobles seemed to have become the foil to him, his steps were not as cautious and flattering as at first, but instead with a group of confident and heroic steps, like a knight who had won a battle.

"Another interesting person, I haven't seen a character like this in a long time. ”

“...... Your Majesty?"

"Monk, you seem to have something unspeakable. Rest assured. ”

"Brother Goethe, he is my dear friend, and we grew up together, and that's why. There were some things I had to say. Your Majesty, he is a tiger and wolf, full of loyalty, but in fact, he harbors evil intentions. ”

"Are you worrying too much, don't worry, monk, as long as we don't move, the center of the empire will not move, the center of the empire will not move, and any careerist will just be ugly. ”

The former court friar, now the court archbishop Hopman raised his head suddenly, but the person who was talking to him just now was not the current Majesty, but the one lying in the coffin, His Majesty Nordin was only twenty years old, but he had become a sophisticated and mature ruler, and he was known for his generosity, and the court officials of the year were all proud to be able to serve the merciful people.

Now, ten years later, the empire is once again in turmoil, but the former wise men and generals are gone, leaving only a mess of embers and a group of restless careerists.

Where can they take the empire?

"Your Majesty, I hope that your banner will never fall, and that your sword will not be stained with too much innocent blood. ”

Hopman was secretly worried about the future of the Empire, but his body was still doing his part, and he led the team to carry the Emperor's tomb to a church on a hillside, and finally gave His Majesty Notting a safe home. There were no populace of Grand Pruus, no nobles and ministers, no young knights of the Order, and no number of careerists.

There is a tree on the hillside, a fine seed planted by His Majesty when the palace was first built, and one of the few "friends" of Nordin after the death of the "Grey Face" monk. According to his observations, His Majesty Nordin is likely to have the ability to "communicate" with the tree. Before and after the death of the first minister, His Majesty Notting always drove away all his servants, and muttered to himself to the tree for a long time.

At that time, when he first learned about this, Hopman was still secretly anxious in his heart, this was undoubtedly a heretical act of blasphemy against Sardin, and if it was exposed at this time, it would not only ruin the reputation of His Majesty the Emperor, but even directly threaten the rule of the empire. After pondering two or three times, Hopman chose to keep the matter in his heart, he confessed in front of Sardin countless times, and between God and the emperor, he finally chose to be loyal to his country.

And now, at last, everything is over, and no one will wonder why there is a tree in front of the emperor's tombstone. Even if someone pays attention to this, they will not consider it from a different gambling angle.

Thinking of this, Hopman's heart couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, and he looked at the coffin that stopped in the church, and he prostrated himself again.

His Majesty Nordin is a good emperor, Ming Jun, whether he is a heretic or not, he does not regret what he has done.

"If heresy is also a good medicine that can save the people of the Empire, please call me the first to drink. ”

"Your Majesty, if you really have a special ability, can you give some inspiration to your ministers?"

Hopman, trembling, crawled from the door of the church to the coffin of the Emperor and raised his head.

Behind him were a few young monks, their eyes wide as they watched what their mentor was doing, not understanding what this ritual was.

"Teacher?"

"Your Excellency, the funeral is over, and Your Majesty has been laid to rest, so let's go. ”

They tentatively opened their mouths, trying to stop their bishop, but Hopman crawled forward as if he hadn't heard of it.

It was already dark at this time, especially in the closed church, and the clergy were still standing in the doorway, and they could no longer see the inside of the house.

"What a bright burst of light, Your Majesty, is this the answer you left for your minister?"

Hopman's voice was faintly heard in the room, and several monks changed color. They would rather not hear anything than be the result.

"Is the teacher also deluded by heresy?"

Several people pulled out the "blessed holy sword" from their waists one after another, staring nervously at the door, preventing everything from crawling out of it. But after a long time, there was no movement inside.

A tall monk was thrown in by his companions, and he lit a candle and walked step by step towards the small church.

Under the flickering candlelight, he vaguely saw a black shadow, he held the coffin of the first emperor, and made an extremely blasphemous motion. Seeing this, he not only clenched the sword in his hand, but secretly thought in his heart that as long as this black shadow moved, he would stab the sword in his hand.

As the minutes passed, the monk stepped forward step by step, but the black shadow did not move at all, and after approaching the black shadow, the monk walked up in three or two steps, and stabbed a sword into the black shadow's body.

The black shadow still didn't look resistant, but slipped off the coffin and turned over on the church floor, revealing a pale face, his eyes wide open, but black blood flowed from his mouth and nose, as if he had been dead for a long time.

The monk leaned down to check the cause of death, he lowered his sword, and instead probed Hopman's mouth and nose, only to smell a bitter almond.

His face changed suddenly, and he took out a silver needle from his pocket, and trembled and pricked the brown bloodstains, and the silver needle turned black from the place where it was touched.

Outside, the rest of the monks couldn't wait, they hadn't seen any big movement coming from inside the church for a long time, but they felt a little depressed, and as night fell, their mood became more and more irritable, but their courage grew.

They walked into the house in a row, only to see a lonely burning candle and a few streaks of blood on the ground.

They were a little frightened by what they saw, and they either shouted the names of the monks who had gone into the room first, or recited the scriptures reverently, but they didn't care whether or not to disturb the purity of the emperor, they just tried to make some movement, to hide the fear in their hearts.

The cry was not in vain.

The monks' efforts soon paid off, and they attracted several knights patrolling the perimeter, who crowded into the church with torches, led by knights with torches in one hand and a sword in the other.

In the past, the monks had always felt that these knights were a little isolated from them, but now they only felt that they were very close

"Well, monks, can you tell me what happened?"

After a moment of entering the house, the leader of the knights asked the monks who were crying for help in as soft a tone as possible, and to the ears of the young monks it sounded as moving as Sardin's edict.

"Ride...... My lord, we, here...... Salitin is gone...... Mr. Hopman. ”

The monks were inexplicably moved, they wanted to say something, but they always felt that the matter was complicated, and they did not know where to start.

Seeing the flustered expressions of the monks, the knight chief's expression became more and more softened, and he was like a generous elder, teaching with a pure taste: "Don't be in a hurry, just take your time. ”

Several knights behind the chief knight lit up as many corners of the church as the torches were possible, and it was almost a spotless place, which made the black blood in front of the coffin and the unburned candle look particularly glaring.

The monks measured their bodies and bowed respectfully to the chief knight, and one of them said cautiously: "After the funeral, our teacher, Bishop Hopman, suddenly returned to this church through the door for some reason, and we waited for him for a long time without moving. Brother Salitin had just gone in to look for the Bishop, but when he had gone in he had disappeared like Lord Hopman, and we could not help it, so we came in to look for him, only to find them on the ground. ”

The chief knight nodded slightly, and patted the young monk on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry to hear that, young man. He said with relief, "You are all brave and loyal to Your Majesty, so we will take care of the rest." At this point, the knight paused slightly, and then showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

"But please also remember that before this matter is revealed, please do not let this matter out, this matter is full of weirdness, we cannot but suspect that some force hiding in the shadows of the palace did this, but until I fully understand their motives for doing this, I cannot tell who did it. Even for the sake of your safety, do not easily reveal what you have seen today, or even ...... Even if you see us, I want you to keep it a secret. ”

The monks nodded sluggishly, and it was not until they reached the door of the church in a daze, that one of them asked with some confusion.

"What about the disappearance of the Bishop and Salitin? ”

The chief knight turned around, a faint look of impatience between his eyebrows, but after a moment, he still said very gently, "I...... Hey, they are probably already more than lucky, as for the aftermath of their two victims, I will leave it to you. ”

Hearing this, the hearts of several priests suddenly hung again. But seeing the faint impatience in the eyes of the chief knight, he had to forcibly suppress all kinds of doubts in his heart, and hurriedly left the place of right and wrong.

When the knights heard the footsteps of the priest leaving, they stopped what they were doing, and they gathered again at the door of the church, where one of the knights took off his helmet, and a wisp of sweat ran down his helmet.

"My lord, two more people have died, and two fucking monks. ”

The previously kind knight changed his benevolent look, and he threw his helmet heavily on the ground, spitting a mouthful of phlegm, and scolding.

"That's also why they deserve to die, they didn't want to do anything to them, who knew that the seemingly pious Hopman turned out to be such a disgusting thing behind his back, and he escaped him when he was buried for His Majesty, and he thought that he would be fine if he covered the coffin. Who knows that dog thing, bah! Such a disgusting thing can be done, open the coffin and perform an autopsy, isn't he afraid of falling into the abyss after death?"

"Yes, no one thought of it, but thankfully Lord Sword was thoughtful. Another knight replied beside him, "If it weren't for the adults who sent us over and waited here......"

At this point, the knight realized that he had inadvertently leaked his mouth, and before several knights around him could make a move, he quickly slapped himself in the face, lowered his head and said, "My lord, I should die." ”

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