His Majesty King Andrew, like any soon-to-be father, is anxiously awaiting the news of his wife's birth. The king can have a lot of power, but the power to keep the mother and child safe is in the hands of the goddess. He had just finished his prayer with all his might, and suddenly he felt that he might need to do it again to calm his nerves.

Paladins don't usually get upset, but today Andrew has been immersed in this emotion. He picked up the emblem that hung around his neck, clasped his hands on his forehead, and muttered to himself. At this moment, a rush of footsteps came from outside the door, and he immediately raised his head.

It wasn't Wen Po who was delivering the baby who walked in, but the intelligence consultant Maxer, who was holding a long note in his hand and had a happy look on his face. Andrew took a deep breath to calm his emotions and then put on a smiling face for Maxers to come over. Recently, he asked his intelligence advisers to focus their work on the Holy Three Castle to find out what was going on next for Archbishop Don de Miep, and now it seems that there is news.

"This time the bird from the Holy Trinity Castle brings rare good news: the envoy is on his way to us, and the church has decided to compromise and no longer have any objections to the change of lords of the lighthouse lords. Maxes handed the love note to the king, his voice full of irrepressible joy: "It will definitely be necessary to wait for the special envoy of the church to come over when it is officially completed, but this matter has finally come to an end, at least there is no danger at the front." Do you want to call Earl Hall back? After all, he was about to hold his grandson. ”

"When it's completely certain, he can come back with a victory and see the newborn, and that's a double joy. Now the army on the front line can't be easily changed, and even if I give an order, he won't listen. ”

"That would bring the Spell Advisor back, he wouldn't waste time at all if he used teleportation, and he's also a priest, so he might be able to help. ”

Andrew thought about it, but still shook his head: "There is no need for this. They all said when they left, the front line was completely handed over to them, and I didn't have to worry about it, so I could take care of Carol with peace of mind. Can't I even do this?"

"Your Majesty, I didn't mean that, I just ......"

Andrew waved his hand: "It's okay, I can understand." Okay, I'm going to go and pray a little longer. You figure out where the envoy has arrived and arrange safety along the way. Many lords have joined the king's army with their troops, and recently some robbers have appeared in the territory. Don't let them influence the envoys of the church, but don't let the people of the church find out and make them think that we are looking forward to their coming. ”

"I understand, I'll arrange it. Maxes nodded and replied with a serious expression. At this time, there was a cry of pain from the delivery room. Despite the heavy doors and long hallways, Andrew could vaguely hear Carroll calling out his name. He stood up and hurried away, even forgetting to tell Maxes to leave.

The Shield Golem followed its master with heavy steps, leaving Maxes alone in the study. He should have left immediately, but the servants of the palace were sure that he had left only after the birth of the little prince.

The king has an heir, which is very important news for the entire United Kingdom of Hoya nobles. The Hall family has proven itself to have a stronger ability to continue than the Grand Duke of Aria. The nobles will send their congratulations, and continuing to uphold the rule of the king and the future prince is tantamount to protecting the interests of their own family. However, in the hearts of many nobles, the relationship between the victory and defeat of the king's army and the thunder army is still ranked before the birth of the prince. They can never imagine what is happening at the front.

Feige drew a circle along the border, asked the noble scouts of the King's Army to bring the King's banner and tent, and then started the vacation mode right under the noses of dozens of Thunder Army's paladins and priests. He either cooks for Shani on the fire or reads in the bright sunlight. If it weren't for the fact that there was a line separating the two sides on the ground, he would even want to have a meal with those paladins to lighten the mood. This can't be done on the first day of "painting the ground as a prison", maybe there will be a chance in a few days.

This kind of battlefield wonder was something no one could have imagined before, and Broomfield recorded the whole thing in detail, wrote a report, and sent the knight to the Holy Three Castle overnight. He was only a general at the front, not a bishop. He could decide the battle, but Feige's actions were not part of the fight, but part of the political conflict between the church and the United Kingdom, and Broomfield felt that he needed to tread carefully.

Also in the same mind was Archbishop Mackintosh, who walked the corridor leading to the archbishop's chamber with difficulty but determination, on crutches. On the night of the bloody meteors, terrible monsters fell from the sky, and the Holy Three Castle suffered a major blow, as did Mackintosh. The entire roof that fell on him was a blow, and the heavy bronze emblem that slammed into his head was a second. Despite the best of the divine arts, it took Mackintosh more than half a year to get out of his hospital bed.

By this time, Don de Mipp had become archbishop, and the situation in Minas Ihir had changed significantly, and Mackintosh had missed it all. He wanted to play his part, but his body was still too weak to get in the way.

After the night of the Scarlet Meteor, he had aged rapidly, and his health had deteriorated, and he had never felt that his legs were so weak that it was difficult to walk, and that even rolling over in bed had become a luxury? Mackintosh knew very well that his current condition was not unreversible, but that the limit was really approaching. But for a person who has been hovering on the death line for a long time, he can still wake up and do something, and he is already very lucky. The goddess was already summoning him to go to the kingdom of God, he felt it, and at the same time he thought that he hadn't gone yet, and it must be that the goddess still had a task for him to complete.

He prayed to the sky on the platform outside his bedroom, washing his body with the holy power of the woman, and looking back on the life he was about to end. He doesn't think he's perfect, because people make mistakes. He believed that most of what he had done was good, and he did his best to make up for his mistakes, and had already repented to the goddess and asked for forgiveness and forgiveness. Mackintosh has no regrets about his previous life, and he has little fear of impending death. His only uneasiness now comes from Don de Miep, especially his radical attitude. Radicalism is no problem in dealing with forces that seek to weaken the influence of the Church, nor is it a good choice when trying to reverse and eliminate the perfunctory, bureaucratic style within the Church, but it is definitely not a good option in the face of the United Kingdom of Hoya and especially Feige.

So Mackintosh had to talk to Don de Mipp even if he was dragging his sick body, and tell him what he thought of Fitch Hall and the whole thing, which he thought was the last thing he had to accomplish. The church needs people, especially those who have the brains and the ability to develop the church. Feige Hall is such a person, and the United Kingdom of Hoya Nobles should be a helper, not a conflict.

Outside there was thunder and torrential rain, and it had been like that since the early afternoon. Thunderstorms of this magnitude on weekdays are often seen as truth, and the goddess of thunder is showing her strength. "Maybe it's the last thunderstorm of autumn, maybe it's the last thunderstorm I'll ever see. Mackintosh coughed twice, his walking and thinking interrupted by a sudden gust of wind. The wind blew open the window, and with a sudden roll of the curtain slapped him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

Raindrops flew in, instantly wetting Mackintosh's head, face, and chest. The raindrops were neither warm nor cold, just itchy, sticky, and somewhat uncomfortable. He shifted his steps, holding on to the windowsill with one hand and closing and locking the window with his cane with the other. The light of lightning shone into his eyes, and Mackintosh adjusted his breathing, feeling that he was alive again.

He turned around and tried to move on, only to find that there was suddenly another person in the hallway. It was a young woman, wrapped in a dark green rain cloak, and hurried towards Mackintosh. She was afraid that she was going to enter a thunderstorm, so she put on a hood early to hide her face in the shadows. However, when the thunder was shining outside, Mackintosh could still see the woman's beautiful face by relying on the elf's eyesight. She gave Mackintosh a very familiar feeling, like the familiarity of seeing each other every day, but he couldn't even call the woman's name. He was impressed by a pair of golden pupils, and there seemed to be an electric glint in the golden hair.

The woman glanced at him quickly, but didn't say anything. She still walked fast, scurrying past Mackintosh with her steps, only the dark green cloak brushing the crook of his legs. She quickly disappeared around the corner of the hallway, clattering towards the door to the outside before vanishing. Suddenly, Mackintosh felt a little regretful and seemed to have missed something important.

He took a few moments to laugh at his old age and exhaustion, a few seconds to blame himself, and then moved on. Archbishop Don de Mip's room was in front, and the light of the fireplace filtered through the crack under his door. He likes to light the fireplace and often stare at the flames for long periods of time. Mackintosh came to the door and knocked on it with his cane.

"Please come in!"

Donder Mipp was slightly chubby, mediocre-looking, broad-shouldered, and well-robbed. The archbishop, who is already in his early seventies, is in good spirits and seems to have endless energy, but his golden hair has lost the healthy luster of his youth, and the number is much less, but it still stubbornly covers his scalp. He likes to comb his hair forward to the left to form a small brim. He was supposed to be sitting in front of the fireplace, and when he saw Mackintosh push the door in, he immediately stood up, walked up in three steps and two steps, and stretched out his big hand. Mackintosh was held by his hand, and he shook up and down erratically, and almost fell down.

"Sit down, why are you free? I see you're recovering well, but if you tell me something, I should go see you." The archbishop took the archbishop and sat down in a soft chair in front of the fireplace, and began to talk cordially. Mackintosh, however, didn't believe his politeness, for he hadn't seen Donder Meep visit him since he woke up in his hospital bed. But on second thought, he could call out his own name, maybe the archbishop had been here during his coma, otherwise how could he be so familiar?

"I'm a little worried about the current situation, mainly with the Hoya nobles of the United Kingdom. Mackintosh said: "I have not been called to the previous bishops' meetings, so I have not been able to express my opinion. I ......"

"At that time, your body had not fully recovered, and we were all worried that it would be bad if we let these worries interfere with your rest. Don de Miep immediately said: "The blood meteor has caused too much damage to the church, especially the death of sixteen archbishops, which is simply shocking news. We cherish every surviving archbishop, because you are the cornerstone of the Church's reconstruction. ”

"Since it's reconstruction, why clash with the United Kingdom of Hoya Nobles. Andrew Hall is a paladin king, there are only a few paladin kings in the entire history ......of the Yongli Continent?

"If he is close, he should have given up the Lighthouse Territory rather than annexed it to the United Kingdom. The church has been hit hard and needs to be restored, and the lighthouse collar is very important. ”

"Very important, what's important?" McIntosh didn't understand.

"It's too complicated to talk about the revitalization of the church. ”

"I'd like to hear it so I can have a bottom in my heart. ”

Don de Miep shook his head, his eyes narrowed slightly under his thick eyebrows, as if smiling, but Mackintosh wasn't entirely sure about that. "I'll be blunt, please don't mind. If it was a few months ago and your physical condition was fine, I would have told you about it slowly. But you haven't recovered yet, and you need to sleep and rest more, so I don't have to bother and consume you with these worries. ”

"I'm not weakened to that extent. Mackintosh shook his head vigorously, his cane striking the floor that was hot by the fireplace. "I'll just ask a simple question: Do you want the paladins and priests of the church, the remaining forces that have been left with great difficulty, to go to war with a kingdom?"

"Of course not, I never gave the order for war, the envoy is already on his way, and it will all be resolved peacefully. Donder Miep's eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, and the look of surprise on his face was exaggerated. "The envoy I sent is very convincing, there will be no confrontation between the Thunder Army and the King's Army, and the two sides will retreat in a few days. I didn't order Broomfield to attack from the start, and I had to put the scouts back when I caught them. War is not an option for me. ”

Mackintosh breathed a long sigh of relief, and he said, "If that's the case, then it's fine. I'm not looking down on our paladins, and I'm not questioning Broomfield's command ability, it's just that the Feige Hale on the other side is not easy to deal with. His ideas are very different from others, and he is very strong. ”

Don de Miep patted Macintosh's thigh passionately as if they were old acquaintances—though Macintosh already frowned in disgust. "Ah, of course I know Fitch St. Hall, I have read his report, and the young man is very interesting. The Hall family is the top priority of this operation, and a special envoy has been sent to chat with Feige and explain the situation. Rest assured, Archbishop Mackintosh, this time it will be resolved satisfactorily, and the Church of the Goddess will never suffer, everything is under control. ”

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