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"The life of the Holy See in the Lutheran Kingdom is gradually settling down, and the Lutheran Kingdom is gradually settling down - this is a good thing, the common good of all. Greider whispered, this was the first time Fitney had heard from Greid's that nobles would use when talking about a deal.

"The influence of the Holy See in the Lutheran kingdom was deep. Fitney couldn't help but say.

She always remembered that in that awakening ceremony, in the sacred church, under the ornate and solemn dome, the priest's cold gaze - countless people would receive his judgment-like eyes.

"My father was not originally a direct heir to the throne, like Misse. His brother died in a political conspiracy, and the perpetrators also blamed the trouble on my father, who was seriously ill at the same time, and my grandfather died at that most delicate time. "But my father was able to overcome his illness in the end, and I was told that he benefited from a civilian mage who could heal with spells, so he became a bit of a deviant. ”

Greider was vague about the process - Fitney knew there was some "truth" in it, but she wasn't going to ask that clearly.

"Told you something that you probably couldn't understand. Greider paused slightly, smiled at Fitney for a moment, then looked at the sky and said, "It's getting late—it's time to rest." ”

Fitney looked at him quietly, and Grede didn't calm anyone's emotions this time - maybe he was in a different mood than usual.

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Just when Greid thought he needed to rest, the feast of the Luther kingdom had just begun.

Such feasts were inevitable, or perhaps taken for granted, when the nobles got together—the various feasts in Dryden had been going on for months, and hardly a night had been interrupted for months.

People talk about what is happening in their territory, they are sarcastic, they boast about themselves, they are amazed at the strange.

And in such banquets, something new will slowly be pushed into the spotlight - and Misser Midrus will gradually become the protagonist of these banquets.

Whoever the organizers were, whatever the topic of discussion, Misse stood out in a variety of ways - his handsome face and graceful demeanor continued the pursuit of the Lutheran nobility, and his unique but unconventional views on various matters were the most appealing.

It's not the same as the somewhat deviant approach of his older brother, Grede, who is more in line with their image.

So this series of banquets completely made this young man who was not famous before.

Today, Misse wears a well-cut gown, and his golden eyes and youthful face do not give him excessive majesty, but make him look radiant.

"Your Highness, it's an honor to see you. Several aristocratic women walked up to him and handed them out with smiles.

"It's also my pleasure to meet you who are beautiful and elegant. Misse calmly gave a kiss and smiled at them.

Countless others have come to Misser since then, and they all see hope for the new crown prince - especially when every day there is information that His Majesty is critically ill.

"My Highness, I'm so glad to see you, I wonder if you like the painting I sent you yesterday?" At this moment, Misse heard a voice behind him, and found that it was Viscount Lanchelot, who had combed his hair shiny and his eyes sparkling today.

"Of course, it's a very nice piece I've seen, and I love it very much!" said Misé, heartily, "It's been a long time since I've seen a landscape like this, is that near your family's domain?" ”

"Yes, Candita is a beautiful place, and part of our family's territory is near Candita—but it's Candita. Viscount Lancalotte smiled, "The endless plains, the tall mountains in the distance, and the lovely lambs, that is probably the most beautiful place in my opinion." ”

Misse was still smiling: "That's really good - after all, it's the territory chosen by the Duke of Wizdem himself, and he's very good at picking places." ”

"Of course. Viscount Lanchelot's eyes changed for a moment, but only for a moment—he smiled again and said a few words to Misse, and then politely said, "Well, it occurred to me that I had forgotten to tell a friend something, and that I deserved to die." ”

"Then go ahead and get busy—the banquet you've arranged is very nice, and I can have a great time here. Misse said.

"That's wonderful!" said the beautiful and great Ironia, who praised all this!" said Viscount Lanchelot.

Viscount Lanchelot was recognized as a devout believer, and some say that he inherited the title because of his piety—he does not explain this, but the fact that the feast today was devoted to the singing of Ironia and the recitation of the Word of God in place of the singing of the other bards seems to affirm this.

After saying goodbye to Misse, Viscount Lanchelot turned and walked into the crowd.

Misé's eyes were fixed on him until the figure of Viscount Lancalotte completely disappeared from view.

Viscount Lanchelot didn't look at anyone else along the way, and his indifference to it all gave the impression that he was very arrogant—but almost no one cared about that, as a nobleman who was not very good, he was only the host of this banquet, and nothing more.

Weaving his way through the crowd, Viscount Lanchelot calmly turned and ascended the stairs, fewer and fewer people, until in front of him was an empty, cold hallway.

His leather shoes made a crisp sound on the ground, and Viscount Lancalotte even hummed a tune softly, and when he reached the doorway at the end, he pushed it open with ease.

There was already a man waiting for him.

It was a young man in a white shirt and a dark blue coat, the boy stretched his legs, was engrossed in the book in his hand, did not seem to see the arrival of Viscount Lanchelot, his head drooped, his black hair was a little long and slightly scattered, his handsome face was too pale, as if it was a sign of a perennial illness, and at the same time the blue eyes made people think that they were the color of the sea.

Such a picture is impossible to break, at least not the current Viscount Lanchelot.

"Your banquet is good, Mr. Chad. After a moment, the young man said in a calm and elegant tone.

"Thank you very much—it's nice to be so calm in the capital of an enemy country. Viscount Lanchelot said slowly, his deference at this time was different from that of Mise.

That boy was none other than Ed Ansendeer.