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So much had happened, and the unease that had been hidden in the depths of the entire Lutheran kingdom had finally reached an unbearable level and gradually surfaced.

There was no one on the streets, even though it had been nearly two months since the May of Roses.

In the palace, the atmosphere was even stronger.

Misse hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and in his study, on his desk, there were all kinds of information and materials.

When did the Holy See start its plans, what could their plans be, and most importantly, where are their next goals?

"Your Majesty." Lelia sat in her study, and she looked at the king with an equally unsightly expression.

"Do you have any plans?" Misse said.

"We have a lack of awareness of the Holy See. If you can......"

"Kill Sassoon?"

"Assassination can be tried."

"Do you have any suitable candidates?" Mise's tone was nonchalant, as if it wasn't important.

They knew that it didn't matter what measures were taken by the Holy See, because they knew too little about the situation in the Holy See at this time.

"Yes." Lelia nodded.

"So ......"

Misse was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." He said.

The face of the man who walked in was still tired from the long journey—Corifol, who had returned to the kingdom of Luther and had not even rested before rushing to the palace.

"Coriford." Misse was somewhat surprised that their correspondence about his return would have been delayed for a while longer than it had been now.

"Your Majesty." Corifo nodded at Lylia before walking in, "Excuse me, the thing I mentioned in the letter......"

"Are you sure...... Is Ed really already, dead? Misse was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

The nobles had already learned about the coup d'état in the Duchy of Ansendir half a month earlier, and Ed's original plan - and after that, Christie suggested to Misse that the Duchy of Ansendir would cooperate with the Kingdom of Luther and that the Duchy would provide new alchemical weapons.

This is Christie's contract with Coriford.

Part of the reason was that Corifo was paid for some special and crucial spell support - and the other was that Eddard was more important to Sassoon, so if Christie's Duchy of Ansendir wanted to choose a partner to work with, the Kingdom of Luther would be more suitable.

But the question is, is Ed really dead?

Even Christie wasn't sure.

"Even if Ed is really not dead, and the contract between the Kingdom of Luther and the Duchy of Ansendir is established, the Holy See will lose confidence in Eddard because the news has not reached the Holy See." Coriford said slowly, "It doesn't matter if Ed comes back, there is someone who can stop him. ”

"Who?"

"Raymond Vion." Cory Fountain paused, "It used to belong to Willonton, it was Elou Vion's father, Eddard's maternal grandfather. He is also the craftsman who is responsible for the alchemy weapons of the Duchy of Ansendir today. ”

"Even so. How do I figure it out...... Those alchemical weapons are of any use to me. Misse said again.

Listening to this, Lelia frowned slightly, knowing that Misse wasn't entirely concerned about the "details".

In that contract, in order to secure ties between the two countries, Misse was required to marry Miss Vanessa Sparker of the Duchy of Ansendir as Empress.

But they knew that Misse had a name in his heart that he still couldn't speak.

"Leave this matter to me." From another voice - Misse and the others watched a young man with a hawk nose and gloves walk in.

No one knew who he was - the servants who followed him looked a little embarrassed.

"My name is Chebman Kaseti, and I'm originally from the Duchy of Ansendil." As he spoke, Chebman took out a letter from under his coat, "This is a letter of recommendation written for me by Lord Count Shephrin. ”

Fitney?

The first sentence of the introduction cannot move the hearts of the people here, but the latter sentence has some weight in the hearts of the people here.

"Fitney...... Where's she? Lelia couldn't help but ask.

"Lord Shevrin is in the Shevrin territory at this time, and he specially entrusted me to help you." "Because I've been busy with research at Dryden, and I think I've had some results lately that I think will be of some help to the kingdom of Luther. ”

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She stepped out of the room, holding a tray with a bowl of potions that could kill the young man.

She couldn't hesitate.

That person's death is worth more to anyone than to live.

Lawler himself came to tell her what he was telling her, and he was undoubtedly urging her - Ed had the energy to give the Holy See something to fear.

She was Fitné Freyton, Count of Chavrin.

She wants to insist on some so-called justice and protect the people around her, that's all.

That person is an obstacle.

The door was right in front of you.

Fitney's pace did not change, and his expression was calm and calm.

"He's the only one who knows what you're bothering with."

The hand touched the door lightly and then gently withdrew it.

Wow......

Fettnay looked at the potion poured into the pot next to the door, only the empty bowl in his hand, and his face was still expressionless.

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She woke up.

A cool night breeze blew in by the window, and she sat on the bed, her white blonde hair sweeping across her cheeks.

She remembered recent events, which were constantly in her mind, but they didn't make her think clearly.

Eventually, she put on her coat next to the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as she went out, she saw the emaciated young man—he was sitting in a chair in the hall, a dark blue crystal ball floating around him, his eyes of the same color squinting and staring ahead.

Normally, when his eyes show this color, he is not in a good mood.

Probably sensing Fitney coming out, his spell quickly stopped, and the dark blue crystal ball gradually dissipated around him.

"Good evening." Ed whispered to Fitney.

At this point, his eyes were still dark blue, so the picture seemed a little strange to Fitney.

"Don't those people in the Holy See know you?" Fitney was silent for a moment.

"The only person I work with is Sassoon." "But he'll soon be useless." ”

"Why?"

"You'll find out soon."

"Make it clear." Fitney couldn't help frowning and said subconsciously.

"There are a lot of people in Hein, and they have only one goal." Ed's point is simple - the Pope is in trouble, and the Pope is having trouble dealing with it.

"Is there no one to protect him?"

"Sassoon, a man who lives by faith." Ed spoke unhurriedly, "All of his power comes from his position, but if his status doesn't match his strength. ”

Fitney felt that there were some things that Ed didn't want to tell herself, but for some reason, she subconsciously felt the things she didn't tell herself......

Very bad feeling.

There was no way for her to ask.