"Ha-yaw-"

The servant did not wish to yawn, though he was very sleepy—he had been with his master, and had not slept all night—if he had managed to find a place to lean on, and if his master had found out, it would not have been too late to find an excuse—but, to-night, unlike before, he had heard from the other servants about his master being mad by demonic possession, and had seen the unfortunate attendant who had lost one ear, and now he was not afraid to sleep, but his eyes widened with all his might, I'm afraid that when the master goes crazy again, he doesn't run away in time enough, and he is also bitten off one of his ears by the crazy master!

Alas, why didn't the Neustrians do not do well, and keep his master for a few more days, and then let him come back when he was completely healed of his madness?

It was not only this servant who had been pushed over by the other more senior and favored servants in the mansion to accompany his master, but also many others in the mansion.

Turkulani did not notice this affection of his servant, he sat in the darkness all night, and did not notice that the candle in front of him was extinguished, and he was full of only one thing - "how can I pass on the work of this liaison to someone else?" ”

That beautiful young archbishop of Neustria, Turkulani already knows what kind of breed he is, others don't know, doesn't he himself understand? He's not a country fool from Neustria! He was born into a noble family, and had been immersed in the Eternal City for many years, and had heard of many intrigues, and when the initial dizziness had passed, he reasoned about it. Nine out of nine are the ghosts of the other party!

The reason why he deduced so correctly was because of the remaining zero point of possibility, the gods punished him, he didn't dare to think about it at all, he did too many bad things that violated the rules, in case there was really hell...... Therefore, he did not think that it was an evil spirit, as the others did, but he was sure that it was the other party's ghost, and he did not know whether it was poison or witchcraft.

But. What does he know?

Complaining to the Holy See about the Neustrian poisoning him? Or to complain to the Holy See that the Neustrian witchcraft was done to him?

Not to mention the exorcism ritual witnessed by countless people in front of everyone. The Holy See had appointed him to listen to the Neustrian offers, not to judge heresy! Even if the Holy See did accept his argument that the new bishop had poisoned him and practiced witchcraft, he would have the Neustrian Mission punished for witchcraft. And then what? It might be easy to slaughter the Neustrian Mission. After that, the whole Holy See could only stand firmly with the orthodox royal family of Neustria. And they don't care about the benefits - the money of the orthodox royal family is not blown by the wind, and if the Holy See has made such a resolute indication on their side, how much will they pay? It's hard to say if they'd be as much as they would have been willing to pay.

Until that time. What would the Holy See think of Turcurani, the liaison who played the opposite role, not only did he not extract more benefits from the Neustrians, but he also lost the benefits that the orthodox royal family had promised?

"Alas, alas." Turkulani was so immersed in anguish that he despaired when he realized that even if he could win his appeal and get rid of the entire Neustrian mission, bad luck would not say goodbye to him. Then he thought for a moment, and felt that he was not a mere memorial at all—where did he have the weight to make the whole Holy See resolutely on his side against the Neustrian Mission? Not to mention that he is not qualified to set foot in the Council of Cardinals, even Petru. Lord Baptista, if you want to persuade the Holy See to make any decision, it is also with interests rather than faith!

Sometimes, of course, the Holy See will rule against one or more high-ranking clergy, especially when the masses are agitated. Thinking of the power of the masses, Turkulani could not help but think back to the crowds he had seen when he left the "Flying Santina", and then thought of the disgusting applause and cheers that made him sadly understand that if he relied on the will of the people, he would probably be executed by witchcraft and poisoning......

Alas, this world of face-seeing!

Turkulani has always been proud of the fact that he relied on the advantages of his birth and bloodline to do many evils without any punishment or retribution, and he skillfully chose the targets of his evil, bullying the civilians who had talent and grace but had no power to resist. He chose the future Archbishop of Neustria because he had no family backing, and Abbot Dora refused to do it for him to really offend him, although he slipped away, but there were no bad consequences. The reason why he dared to blatantly bully the other party, who was already the archbishop of Neustria, this time was also because the other party had a request from the Holy See, and he was appointed by the Holy See to make the other party rush to attack and was willing to pay a little more to get rid of him...... But oh my God! Why is it the way it is? Why...... He obviously relied on his "potential" to oppress the other party, but he was bullied by the other party's "potential"?

This change was something he could not understand for the time being, and in the confrontation with the archbishop, he only understood that the callousness hidden under the gentle exterior of the other party was no less than his, but it was necessary for him to admit that the other party's talents and strength were enough to be the archbishop of all Neustria, and not an ordinary clergyman—that is, the strength of the other party itself was much stronger than him, and the weight of the guide in the eyes of the Holy See was too much stronger than him, so that the "power" that he had relied on was used by the other party. That would be tantamount to teaching Turkulani that the belief of his life that a common genius could no better than a child of bloodline was shattered.

He hadn't figured it out yet.

Therefore, he attributed his defeat only to the viciousness of the other party, and not to the talent of the other, and as for the timely order of the archbishop to prevent the further filling and washing of his intestines, it seemed to him to be a threat and intimidation to the other party, and not to the fact that the archbishop did not regard him as a real opponent at all—the former was a little more acceptable to him, so he immersed himself in this conviction, and added many points to the wickedness of the young archbishop in his heart.

At the thought of the dawn of the day, he had to go to the company of the guy who was gentle and kind on the surface and dark on the inside, and Turkulani was extremely sad and depressed.

But no matter how much he wished it wouldn't dawn, it was getting brighter.

Looking at the rising sun, the condemned prisoner was not as desperate as the once vicious Turkulani - he was going to negotiate with the bishop who had ordered him to be poured dung in public!

However, he still didn't estimate the mana of that evil guy far enough.

He didn't have the heart to eat breakfast, and under the repeated persuasion of his wife, he only ate two slices of bread and drank a little water, and as for wine, he never wanted to see it again in his life, and now when he saw it, a part of his body ached hotly.

When it was time to go out, he was depressed to find that his entourage was standing farther than usual, apparently worried about their ears. He then found his wife's maid standing behind him with a basket that was clearly not light.

"You, where are you going?" He asked the maid unhappily.

"Sir, this is a gift that Madame has sent me to the Archbishop of Neustria, thanking him for banishing the possessed demon for you." The maid replied respectfully, without saying the last sentence of the hostess, "God forbid, if you can go further and cure him of that bad problem together, you will be a true saint, what you didn't say", and at the same time, she carefully made sure that she stood far enough away from the man to not be bitten by him, and Turkulani listened to the hostess's words as she relayed, where did she pay attention to the maid's position at this moment?

Exercise! Make no mistake! Your husband and I were poured a lot of dung in public and stormed chrysanthemums, and you still want to give him gifts? Are you my wife or his wife?

Turkulani's inner roar at this moment was like a hundred thousand horses galloping by...... (To be continued......)