Rollo sensed the dissatisfaction in my tone, and immediately realized that he had just transgressed, and he turned his head and said:

"Killed two disobedient bishops, and kept shouting terrible words such as heavenly punishment and punishment, which seriously affected the morale and morale of the army, but you can rest assured, they are all done by trustworthy henchmen, clean and neat, absolutely no one finds fault with this, their corpses are mixed in the pile of stumps and broken arms and are inconspicuous."

"The rest of the men were put into unspoiled tents for their centralized care, and all the gold, silver, and jewels they were carrying, and God, these fellows were no less greedy than the most stingy Jews."

Rollo disdainfully commented on the sanctimonious clergy of the past, as if he were judging the African slaves sold by Saracen merchants in the market, and once upon a time he would have admired those who held the cross in his hand, but now he was full of contempt and resentment, and he stayed with me for too long, which made the Vatican less of a faithful believer and more of a pragmatist who was tearing down the tables everywhere.

"Executing a clergyman without permission is a felony, it's murder, and you have to find a reasonable excuse for yourself to prevent someone from threatening you with it in the future."

Rollo is growing up fast, but that doesn't mean he can take action directly past me in certain matters.

"It's what you do, figure it out yourself. Do you understand? I raised an eyebrow at him in acknowledgment, indicating my toughness.

"Understood, sir."

Rollo didn't expect me to make such a decision, and with a little frustration lowered his head and agreed, this young eagle will definitely become my solid right-hand man in the future, but unfortunately he is too eager to fly alone, and leaving the nest too early is likely to break the beautiful feathers that have just grown.

"Gather the team, clean up the battlefield, and we'll set off soon."

I commanded as I unfastened the straps on the collar of the chain mail: "In which tent are the priests kept in?" ”

This splendid tent, once the seat of His Majesty the Pope, stood out from the crowd in the midst of a pile of dark broken shacks like poisonous mushrooms.

"Hehe, it's really rich, the golden piercing is so high, and I'm not afraid of being killed by thunder." I stared at the gilded cross spire of the tent, and my heart was sour.

As soon as the knight in charge of the guard saw me coming, he immediately burst out of the door, rolled up the curtain, and from inside came a strong aroma, which choked me back again and again.

It was a mixture of expensive incense, pollen, and rouge, and only the fat-headed clergy could afford to use these expensive imports, and compared to the jaw-dropping extravagance of Gregory V's time, the frugal Sylvester II kept his men very low-key.

The black and squatting priests with St. Peter's hairstyles all over the tent seemed to have walked into an efficient chicken farm, and their shiny heads were buried in a black or white ring of hair, which was quite like a hen holding a nest, and I had to turn my face sideways and pretend to cough, in fact, in order to hide the embarrassment of laughing.

"This kind of occasion has to be serious." I reminded myself secretly.

I don't know whose idea it was, the priests were squatting one by one with their hands tied behind their backs, and I couldn't help but want to laugh when I saw this scene, feeling like walking into the scene of the anti-pornography crackdown, and the house was full of dejected prostitutes and prostitutes.

"That's what you mean?" I asked, leaning into Rollo's ear.

"This ...... It was my idea, and their chirping was so annoying, and if it weren't for the fact that they were wearing robes, it would have made me think I was dealing with a bunch of market haggling vendors, and you can see that they were all quiet. Rollo scratched his messy hair and said fifteen-ten.

I swept my gaze over them one by one, and found a few familiar faces, but most of them were still unfamiliar, and they felt someone staring at them, all of them secretly squinting at me, and then they quickly drooped down like an electric shock, and I nodded in satisfaction, enjoying the condescending sense of conquest.

"Oh?" I let out a surprised voice and found an old acquaintance in the crowd.

"Lord Odosius, is that you?" I leaned over and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Good day, Lord Duke, long time no see."

Bishop Odoses, dressed in red, gave me an embarrassed smile and said, "I didn't expect to see each other like this, and I have to sigh at the wonder of God's arrangement." ”

Gregory V's most important confidant is now crouching in the corner, like the lamb that Abraham was going to sacrifice to God in the Bible.

The cardinal, who was in the rank of cardinal, walked gracefully and looked at me without showing any weakness, and did not forget to joke: "I have enjoyed the aroma of your own cooking of Kung Pao chicken at Nijmegen Castle, and it still haunts my lips and teeth, Lord Duke, may God bless Lady Serena and little Martin." "As the bishop and guest of honour at my wedding with Serena, his greetings were gracious and cordial.

"Believe me, Your Lordship, this was not meant to be."

I shrugged my shoulders apologetically, but I didn't mean to help him loosen my bonds, this adult probably thought that I would let him go for the sake of his old friend, I am afraid that his wishful thinking will be in vain, he is the same as the honest squatting people around him, he is the trophy and prey of Nijmegen, the prey has no power to decide his own fate, the hunter has it.

Then another egg, next to Bishop Odoses, spoke: "You have always been clever in your words, and God is too partial to the master of Nijmegen. ”

"Lord Gaiulius?"

If there is anyone in the entire Vatican who hates me the most, it must be the former Archbishop of Berlin, Gailius.

Not only did this old fellow ask me to use it as a gunman on the way to Rome, and he made a fierce move, but he also lost the papal throne and forced him to continue to sit in the position of chief cardinal.

At the beginning, he had the best hope of reaching the top, but now he is miserable, and Sylvester II, who is gentle and modest, also understands that he must eliminate dissidents, and trample his past opponents under his feet and never turn over.

"Dear Lord, thank God for reuniting you and me."

I drew a cross on my chest and looked very excited, which immediately alerted Odosius, who looked warily at his companion, who was also a confidant of Gregory V, as if he had some plot to conceal from him.

Gaiulius, noticing his companion's reaction, immediately glared at me angrily, his calm voice changing tone:

"For God's sake, please stop playing tricks on your despicable little tricks, which will not bring you any good by discrediting me, my lord!"

I smiled and didn't squeak, mischievously admiring the cute pink color of the other man's scalp due to his rage, which looked more like an egg in a steamer, apparently he didn't know this, and continued to blow his beard and stare at it, so that his whole face instantly changed the color of braised prawns.

The old guy who didn't eat the same oil and salt had been entangled for too long, and my gaze fell on the other side, and the man deliberately turned his back and lowered his head to avoid my observation.

"Father Michelangelo! I'm guessing you'll be here too. ”

I walked over my shoulders to the shoehorn-faced priest and greeted him familiarly, he was a frequent visitor to Nijmegen, the new Archbishop of Berlin Alessandro's obedient follower, who traveled back and forth between Nijmegen, Berlin and Rome all the year round to deliver news, and now it has finally come to fruition, and he has been promoted to the College of Cardinals as Father Seal, and my son Stark Jr.'s Christian name Martin was brought by him, and it is not too much to say that we are old acquaintances.

"You...... Still found me. ”

The priest's narrow chin was much sharper than that of the awl face of those who went to Korea for plastic surgery, and he spoke like a sewing machine needle moving back and forth.

"It's a pity to be the enemy of Nijmegen, although you defeated us, Nishita is not here, I am afraid that your wish will be disappointed." His words elicited the unison of all the clergy in the tent, and the scene of countless eggs shaking at different frequencies was hilarious!

"Forgive my knights, my lords, for their rudeness, but until you find the culprit who led your way astray, be patient for a while, as the Bible says: If anyone makes you a slave, or takes you away, or takes you captive, or insults you, or smashes you in the face, you can bear with him. Think of me as a reckless Egyptian, a sacrifice that must be made in order to clarify the Holy See. ”

I kept scratching the cross on my chest with a sanctimonious face, but unfortunately it didn't work well, and there was not much market among the clergy who were used to playing the two-faced, three-knife trick, so I laughed self-deprecatingly and dropped a bombshell.

"As for His Majesty, I have to regret to inform you that he has been called by the Lord and has ascended to the eternal kingdom of heaven!"

"What!"

"Shameless! It's murder! ”

"God curse you!"

All kinds of shouts and curses came one after another, and the eggs were indignantly condemned the murderer in their eyes......

I!

One by one, the voices were high, as if this was the only way to show their loyalty above others, I looked coldly at the faces of the extremely ugly beings, how much sincerity and how much hypocrisy they had, but Odoses' composure was unexpected, and he bowed slightly in the face of my questioning eyes......

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As I was fastening the penultimate button, I heard the curtain behind me flip and a few clear footsteps.

"My lord, the priest has already brought it." This is Rollo's calm report.

I turned around and quickly fastened the top button, piling up just the right amount of doubt on my face: "Who told you to bring the priest here?" ”

Rollo scratched the back of his head in the same confusion, and under the inexplicable gaze of Father Michelangelo, he immediately found the problem:

"I'm afraid that your new little squire in Basel has sent the wrong order, and he said that you want me to bring the priest here for a meeting, and I'm sorry, my lord, I'll take the priest out......"

"Forget it."

I pulled out my chair and sat down, the small tent that had been used to hold the papal guard of honor had just been cleaned by the attendants, and the tables that had been hastily changed had not had time to lay out the tablecloths, but a pot of mead that would sweeten the roots of people's teeth had been set up.

"Since you're here, let the priest talk to me, you go out and stop the other two adults, it's too embarrassing to be bumped into by them."

As I spoke, I glanced deliberately at Father Michelangelo, who had kept his head down, and the latter's ghostly little eyes twitched, and quickly made out the situation.

"Country children who have never seen the world can't even do the most basic things like passing the word."

I shrugged helplessly at the priest and pushed the glass filled with the aroma of mead: "I originally wanted to meet with the three of you in private to solve the problem, but I didn't expect to cause such a dilemma. ”

"Everything is God's arrangement, Lord Duke."

Michelangelo was a wise man, and could not have been appreciated or trusted by the Pope, and he did not mention the righteous and indignant denunciations and curses of others, and quietly drank the mellow yellow wine, waiting for my next question.

"About His Majesty the Pope......"

I pretended not to know how to speak: "Maybe only you can believe me, the carriage is running too fast, and it is a gravel downhill all the way, I saw the driver break the whip, the scene was terrible, but it was not what I wanted, I have been praying for the safety of the neon, but ......"

"It was a sad tragedy."

Michelangelo put down his glass, and the mead seemed to dye his pupils a bottomless mellow yellow: "I have to admit that Ni Xia is a real polymath and a man with lofty ideals, but unfortunately his courage is too small, the generals insist on continuing to resist, but Ni Xia has no confidence in his soldiers, or the strength of the knights of Nijmegen leaves him an indelible shadow, if we can persevere, we may not fail, and the scene will change at this moment, so all this is God's arrangement." ”

"His Majesty expects a dignified calling, and I leave the Fisherman's authority by his side, guarded by five true knights."

The sweet scent of mead went straight to my nose, and I held up the silver flask and gestured, "Would you like some more, Mistress Michelangelo?" ”

"There......" he pointed to me, "the clasp is open." ”

"Oh?" I looked down and noticed that the third button on my chest was off, so I ripped it off.

"The knick-knacks that the Romans learned from the Huns, which they used only as ornaments, and hung their robes with brooches, and only later tried to bury buttonholes on the other side of the placket, which were small objects carved from bison bones, gifts from the finest craftsmen of Flanders to my newlyweds, and you see, in a circle there were the names of me and Serena."

"It is indeed exquisite, and the craftsmanship of the Flemish craftsmen is as good as that of Rome." Michelangelo sighed in admiration, putting an end to the unpleasant topic of the Pope just now.

"Although this button is inconspicuous, it can hold the placket on both sides and make the whole person look neat, but once you take it off, even the most beautiful clothes will be ruined, and it makes me look like a fat man who has been blessed by eating too many sausages."

I pinched the polished clasp with two fingers, and stared through the small buttonhole in the middle at the priest who was listening carefully.

"Now I need a clasp to lock in the clasp that will win the game."

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