The old man leaned on crutches and slowly walked to the chaise longue next to the coffee table. His back was still straight, his steps were still steady, and although he wore a priest's robe, his temperament was more like that of a nobleman with royal blood, and even the most demanding ceremonial master could not find fault with him.

The chaise longue is tailor-made for the elderly and is covered with a thick snow bear skin blanket. After the old man sat down, he fell into the soft snow white, and couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

"It's been a cold autumn this year...... Or is it comfortable on this...... Every time I go down to discuss matters, I have to cold up half my life, those bullshit cardinals know that bit of power all day long, they want to fight for power and do more things, they have to report to me about everything, and now I don't have time to take a nap...... Don't you know how to take care of the elderly?"

The old man chattered and grumbled, but he did not know that if the courtinal cardinals heard these words from him, he was afraid that he would vomit three liters of blood in frustration.

"It's all the Pope, and you only know how to call it cold, so you don't know how to raise the fireplace?" The same old voice sounded in the shadows behind the chaise longue, but unlike the Pope's gentleness, this voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word carried the smell of iron and fire.

His Majesty the Pope on the recliner was just like a lazy old man, squinting his eyes slightly and saying, "Do you still know that I am the Pope? ”

The voice in the shadows immediately became angry: "You still have to mention all these years? If I hadn't been your meat shield back then, I'm afraid that you would burp halfway through an elemental body, and you can still be a pope?"

The Pope's tone was still so unshy, and he said: "When the barbarians fought in the Grand Canyon of the Sea of Flowers, if it weren't for my long-range support for you, you would have been overwhelmed by the energy impact of those barbarians. ”

"I can carry it!"

"You can't. ”

"I can!"

"No, I can't. ”

......

Next to the Tower of Eternity is a majestic and majestic building, the Palace of Bolton.

There is a joke in the upper echelons of the Bolton dynasty that because the army is now in the hands of the Holy See, and the people's "indulgence tax" and the tribute of the vassal fiefs are enough to support the various expenditures of the Holy See, so the other taxes paid by the people are all used by the royal family to smash into the construction of the royal palace, and from generation to generation, a building can be as majestic as the Tower of Eternity.

Of course, this can only be regarded as an anecdote, and no one really dares to mention it in front of the royal family. Although the divine right is supreme, the dignity of the royal power must still be basically guaranteed.

But few people know that the origin of this joke is the banquet of a certain King Bolton.

There is a sea of flowers in the depths of the palace, although its vassalness cannot be compared with the Grand Canyon of the Flower Sea in the barbarian realm, but the variety and preciousness of the flowers and plants in it are superior.

Although it was late autumn in Apocalypse City at this time, the sea of flowers was still purple and red. Flaming irises and flowing golden roses bloom, purple and blue starry flowers swaying in the wind, and glazed crystal flowers and cloud grass add a touch of mystery to the pavilion in the center of the flower sea.

There was a mist in the sea of flowers, and there were even a few colorful bands of light hovering in the flowers, but the pavilion was indeed barren within a radius of 100 meters, and there was a faint bright red liquid on the muddy ground where no grass grows, as if it had absorbed blood.

King Bolton wore a crown set with ninety-nine precious stones, held a golden scepter called "Wings of Glory", a symbol of royal majesty, and his face in his sixties was square and majestic, but the white hair on his sideburns and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed his weariness.

"Your Majesty, it's all settled. Behind King Bolton was a tall and thin man, about forty years of age, with a kind face, and a smile that appeared on his lips and gave the impression that he had always had everything under control.

King Bolton bowed his head and said, "You are both a foreign minister and a cardinal, and you have been busy with both sides over the years, but you have suffered a lot. ”

"Your Majesty said with a smile, it is my honor to serve His Majesty the King. ”

Hearing the tall and thin man mention only his service to himself and not the Pope, King Burton's ever-tense face finally showed a relaxed look, and his uncontrollable smile grew like a green shoot breaking through a rock.

"I'll remember you for your work. If the princess succeeds in making peace with the barbarians this time, then the royal family will have the support of those barbarians, not to mention overwhelming the Holy See, at least being able to fight against it. How many years of dreams......"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, Princess Delea's beauty is something that no man will refuse. When Her Royal Highness arrives there, everything will go according to plan. ”

"You know, I don't just want the support of the Barbarian King, I need a completely tame army, preferably a war nation that can be completely controlled by me. ”

"As you wish, Your Majesty. ”

"When the time comes, only after the first step has been completed, and I have the support of the Barbarian King, I will appoint you as the archbishop of Aristan Province, and then you, the youngest cardinal, will no longer have to accompany us bad old men fighting for power in Apocalypse City. ”

"You will always be my most honorable King, Your Majesty. ”

The youngest cardinal of the Bolton dynasty, Hil, was as humble as ever.

Austin was led by the maid into a nearby courtyard.

It is said that it is a courtyard, but in fact, it is a random piece of land in Xiacheng District, fenced it off, and built a place with a few bricks and tiles to shelter from the wind and rain. However, a person with such conditions can already be regarded as the number one person in Xiacheng, after all, the leaders of some small forces can only be squeezed into the shack with ordinary thugs.

Austin carefully avoided the potholed mud and walked into the small house first.

Sure enough, as he expected, the furnishings inside were completely different from the outside. Cotton couches, hardwood tables and chairs, elaborate fireplaces, and a pastoral painting on the wall have never been seen before. Even Austin, the brilliant young man of the Bloody Gauntlet, had only seen this kind of furnishing by chance during a previous operation in Uptown.

The maid who led the way spoke for the first time, and said, "Everyone, please wait for a while, the master's family will be ready to arrive soon." ”

The maid's eyebrows were delicate, and her voice was indeed hoarse, which really startled everyone.

"Dumb slaves from the Inquisition?" exclaimed one of Austin's temporary subordinates.

It seems that not everyone knows the boss who gathers the manpower, and for the first time, Austin feels that Uncle Wolf of Crowe seems to have a lot of connections in Apocalypse.

"This lord still knows the dumb slave? The dumb slave who led the way was a little surprised and smiled.

"Why aren't dumb slaves?" someone asked softly.

The man who spoke first smiled and said, "My black wolf is not an adult, but when I was young, I happened to be in the black prison of the Inquisition for a few years, and I know a lot about the Inquisition. Dumb slaves are women who have been implicated in blasphemy, and their throats have been destroyed by special potions, and they are extremely painful when they speak, so they are called dumb slaves. ”

"Yo, you know a lot. There is another wolf, I don't know if the black wolf is powerful or the lone wolf is powerful?" Davix heard the black prison, suddenly remembered some past events, and inexplicably looked at this person unpleasantly, and couldn't help but taunt him a few words.

The black wolf smiled and said, "I don't dare to compare with Lord Austin, the lone wolf." ”

The mute slave watched quietly, his smiling face as immobile as a stone statue.

Suddenly, the gate creaked open, and then the sound of military boots stepping on the dirt was heard.

At some point, the sky was already overcast, and the late autumn sunset was instantly covered, and there were bursts of thunder with the military boots.

The leaves are falling in late autumn, and the wind and rain are coming.