After Lulunaka left, Paglio sat there alone, and after a while, a monk came to him, lowered his head and whispered in his ear. The monk left as soon as he had finished speaking, not daring to linger too long. When Pario had heard what the monk had to say, he continued to sit there, and after a few more moments got up to leave. He left the hall with the altar and walked up the stairs towards the upper floors of the cathedral.

The pace of the pario was large, smooth and powerful, and it did not take much time to reach the destination. The people who passed him on the road didn't care about him as a middle-aged man, his appearance and dress were so ordinary that no one would pay attention to him. He came to the door of a room, pushed it open and walked in. Inside sat an old man, two middle-aged men about his age. And the three of them are sitting or standing, very scattered, and it seems that the relationship is not very good.

The old man and the middle-aged man saw that it was Pario who pushed the door in, and they all got up and saluted Pario, "Your Majesty." ”

Pario closed the door and touched the bare Mediterranean Sea above his head, pulling the smooth scalp off. When the scalp is ripped off, it is not bloody flesh that reveals, but thick hair. He was not a middle-aged man, with short thick hair with a little curl, and flaxen-colored hair with a lot of white threads, and it was obvious that he was indeed a hard worker.

Pario slammed the disguised fur on the table, "This stuff makes my scalp very uncomfortable, and if it weren't for the cool weather, my hair would probably be getting fleas." ”

"Your Majesty, this is for your safety. Notaras said to Palio, "There are still fools in this city who are dissatisfied with you. ”

"It's not just the city, it's the country. Isil relinquished his place at his desk and took aside, and after Palio sat down, he said to Notaras, "If that is a fool, then is it also a great deal of believers, monks, and priests? Speaking of this, Pario smiled self-deprecatingly, "Besides, this city is my country." ”

No one answered, and it didn't sound like a topic they could respond to—whether or not Paglio would be upset by it. The three people present knew that this monarch did not like to listen to sycophants, and to be honest, it would only make the atmosphere worse here. Before Pario arrived, the atmosphere in this small room was sinister enough.

"I haven't seen Zhenos, and it seems that the matter of the union can be put on hold again. "He doesn't like to turn the discussion into a spy that makes him look like he's asking us for a compromise — or using it as a bargaining chip to take advantage of us." ”

"He's an old stubborn who doesn't know what to do. Isil said.

"But it also means how much he loves his beliefs, and he won't compromise in the slightest, even if he doesn't want to put on a show." ”

"He's just so stubborn that he won't be flexible. "Although I don't disagree with his claims, it doesn't mean that I can condone his attitude...... Your Majesty, you should think the same thing as me on this point. ”

Pario nodded, "Let's not talk about the alliance beforehand, when the time comes, we'll let Isil and Zhenos argue on their own to see who can convince whom...... You don't have any objection to this, Isil. He turned to look at Isil who was standing beside him.

Isil bowed slightly and nodded, "I'll do my best, Your Majesty." ”

"I hope you don't get kicked out of the city instead. "He's the most stubborn of all, but the believers around him aren't much more forgiving." If the conflict intensifies, the embracers of Zhenos......"

"Do you need me to take some people to protect this kind bishop who has come thousands of miles to us to urge the union?" said Notaras, saying that he wanted to help, but his words were full of mockery.

"I don't need your hypocrisy, I have God's help. Isil glared at Notaras.

"Well, that's the end of the quarrel. Pario clapped his hands and motioned to stop discussing anything about the union. "There's one thing I'm concerned about, and I think you should know about it. Pario noticed the letter on the table and picked it up, "Bishop Isil, did you get the news too?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Isil said, "The heretics have gone to compromise with the necromancy......

"Bishop Isil, isn't it a little too anxious to draw conclusions so early?" Pario interrupted Isil, "it's like you've seen everything on the spot. ”

Mu Laining had a slight smile on his face, but it looked more like a sneer, "It doesn't seem strange for our Lord Bishop that heretics are the same as devils, and that devils and necromancy are in cahoots...... Even though this is a phrase that the Bishop has taken from what we have just discussed. ”

Isil glared at Mulenin, including Notaras, "You speak for a country full of infidels......"

"There are still quite a few followers of the God of Light in that country. "The number of believers is no less than that of your Church of Light. ”

"Those betrayers are already heretics!"

"Who gave you the right to accuse them of heretics......"

Isil and Notaras began arguing again. Instead of being displeased and angry by this, Pario waited for Isil and Notaras to calm down on their own. The two were not unscrupulous people in front of the monarch, and the argument was quickly ended, at least temporarily. And Mu Laining just watched coldly, she always did.

Pario clasped his hands together and placed them on the table, his elbows resting on the smooth tabletop, "Now that the argument is over, let's talk about Blackwater riding away from the old emperor's side and heading north to the Forest of the Dead." ”

All three of them said nothing, waiting for Pario to continue.

"The Blackwater Rider has rarely left the Crescent Emperor's side, and you know that. The crescent moon has three rides, Heishui, Shaling, and Shangong. Shaling rode in the south of the crescent moon to intimidate the land of sand in the south, which was also a country of the moon god's faith, and Shangong rode in the east to resist the invasion of the Sashan Dynasty...... Shaling and Shangong are both the same name, and they have been succeeded by the most powerful and capable people in the crescent moon in the past generations. The Blackwater Ride, on the other hand, is a little different. The Blackwater Rider doesn't have any real power, but he's the closest person to the Crescent Emperor, and I think you all understand what that means. ”

Pario said this, rubbing his eyes slightly, and then continued, "The name of Blackwater appeared a hundred years ago, and the person who holds this title is now only one person - the name of Blackwater, it is not too much to say that it is specially designed for that person. And that person is still alive now. ”

Speaking of this, Pario smiled, "But for an elf, more than a hundred years is just a time of youth, but we humans will change from babies to old people and go to the grave. ”

"Your Majesty, it makes no sense to compare years with longevity. Isil chimed in, "I've tried to learn a few things about the Blackwater Ride, too. ”

"You're so zealous, Bishop Isir. "You know the secrets – or scandals – between the nobility and the royal family more than a hundred years ago. ”

"I have no intention of offending you, Your Majesty. Isil said.

"I know, of course you have no intention of offending me. You're just trying to say something that's already happened. "Everything about the Blackwater Ride is so deliberately forgotten only in the King's Castle, and you bystanders, outsiders, naturally see it more clearly than we do, and write it better, right?"

Isil didn't reply.

Pario looked at the three people in the room, each with a different expression on their faces. He continued, "I'll tell you something you may not know. That was when I was a kid, when Blackwater rode to meet me at King's Castle. ”

The expressions of the three people present all changed significantly, which made Pario spread his hands and press down in the air, "Don't look like you're going to hear some important secrets, it's just a child's anecdote." Blackwater Ride ...... My elder, if I were a little more brazen, I might call her an aunt. It was a boring story of an aunt and nephew playing ball toss in the boring palace garden for an afternoon......"