Once again, the Neustrian navy returned with the glory of victory and all sorts of booty, both legal and ill-lawful, and all over Aronael, who were proud of them and who wanted to make some deals, flocked to welcome them. This glorious parade was encouraged by the new government, and the port to the main street was swept away in advance, decorated with flowers and green leaves, and the city guards were dressed in festive costumes - for their gowns were recently added with the bright ribbons of the Queen's weaving yard, so it was a sight to behold—and when the victorious navy marched through the main street to the beat of the band's drums, snow-white doves were released, and seven artificial fountains sprayed the sky with fragrant milk and wine, The choir of the National Cathedral on the viewing platform soared into the sky.

Louis had attended several such welcoming ceremonies before, one of which was his own mother, and at that time he did not think of any of them, and felt that they were nothing more than a means of fooling the people into cannon fodder and inciting war fanaticism - he himself was, of course, the kind of wise man who was sober and independent, not instigated, and not cannon fodder - but at this moment, when he had experienced the bitter life of being displaced in a foreign land, and when he saw this ceremony and this scene again, he could not help but feel a lot of emotion, I don't feel at all that I used to be a wise man.

Perhaps some sacrifices were in vain, perhaps some sacrifices were foolish, perhaps some sacrifices were not necessary in the first place—there must have been sacrifices that did not bring any direct benefit to the victim's family on the face of it—and yet where wasted, stupid, unnecessary sacrifices were never agitated, he Louis the Younger had seen them. There is no sacrifice there, because sacrifice requires the deceased's will. Enslavement and slaughter are not needed.

Oh, wrong. In that kind of place, there are still people who die, Uncle Orabu, and, Airo......

"Uncle Beryl." He tugged at the other man's clothes.

"Huh?"

"Can you do me a favor?"

Belier raised his eyebrows: "What's the busy?" ”

The next day, Beryl went to the National Cathedral to inquire about the cost of the funeral and other necessities for the two dead who had died in a foreign land and had unfortunately not been able to return to Neustria. It would have been worth spending something on it (even if the little prince could not pay for it by then, he would have paid it with his own salary), but, when he inquired about the details of the ceremony, he was evident in some discord, and upon a little inquiry, he heard a great deal of gossip from a red-haired man with a pouting mouth that could hang an oil bottle-

The most venerable Archbishop of Neustria himself is not very happy about the return of his only loved one in this world, well, this is the official statement. The redhead's personal statement was, "He hated to eat each other raw." ”

It has to be said that the red-haired former nun who is known for being able to quarrel with the archbishop in front of the archbishop is very nervous, and she has never been sensitive to the subtle feelings. So she didn't realize that as the messenger who brought this bad news, and the last time she had crossed the line and Emily went to report on the emotions of Her Majesty, she was in one. The archbishop hated to eat her raw by the way, the kind of way she ate it without dipping it in spices.

So. She was not prepared for the next big quarrel with the archbishop.

"Isn't it just that his cousin wants to meet him, why does he react so much?" Redhead describes it as "reactive". The archbishop pointed in the direction of the door and said to her, "The other party is his own cousin!" What's wrong with wanting to meet? Can you still kill him? ”

One can imagine how much the archbishop, who had indeed been almost killed by his cousin, would have reacted to her unimpressed words.

Of course, the end result - the red-haired former nun had the advantage of a thick voice, but the official was crushed to death, and her arms could not twist her thighs, and while she was talking about the great truth of brotherhood, friend and brother, the archbishop gently pulled the bell rope, and four or five guards rushed up to her, and sent her to the counseling office, a place where "her strengths and strengths (voice) could be brought to the fullest".

As for his dear cousin, "Die in prison" was the final conclusion of the archbishop, and at the end he added a prayer that he often made when referring to his only relative in the world: "How good it would be if he died!" ”

The red-haired former nun, who didn't know the cause and effect, felt that the archbishop's behavior was very unkind, yes, the other party did not live up to his hospitality, and did a lot of things such as inciting opposition to the queen's government and abducting Prince Louis, making it difficult for the archbishop to be a person in front of the court or in front of Her Majesty, but Louis himself did a lot of bad things, and the queen forgave him for the sake of his own son this time, why does the archbishop like to say mercy when he usually preaches, but at this time he refuses to forgive his blood relatives? She was very hesitant to visit the prisoner again for this reason, and did not know what to tell his cousin that he did not want to see him, nor did he accept any of his letters, but the other man knew everything better than she did, and did not ask her any questions, but gazed sadly above the cell where there was no light on all sides, and did not mention anything that she could say.

The wordless answer saddened the red-haired nun more than the raiser of questioning, and she tried twice more, but the archbishop's position did not soften in the slightest, until the bad news came like a thunderbolt.

The archbishop did not attend the court meeting that day, and when the people present knew what was going on, the Great Demon King Luo Yi hurried to the prison, and in the deepest part of the underground cell where the felons who were holding the country were kept, she saw a cowering figure.

"When he was dying, he told me that he had seen a mad priest in the Abbey of Canter, and that the priest saw his countenance and recognized him as another man, his father, a god! His biological father was not the legitimate husband of my aunt, not the wretched man he thought he had died at sea before he could see him born—his biological father was a subordinate of Joseph, the former Bishop of Turnest, who was in charge of our grandfather's parish—they had a sinful fruit under the light of the gods, and they disguised it as the child of another tree, and fearing that the child's appearance would reveal their secrets, ...... Forcing the unfortunate man to brave the storm to go out to sea to get fresh oysters for his pregnant wife, O God, how could such a thing be! ”

His eyes were glazed and he was so focused on expressing his emotions that he did not notice who he was talking to: "Their plan has succeeded, but the blood of the dead will not spare them, the eyes of the orphans are watching them all the time, and no amount of rituals and prayers can wash away their sins, and under this terrible pressure, one goes to the Jeffrey Society, which is famous for its penance, and the other who is abandoned leads the child, and dies alone and with a grudge—but this burden is borne by the living!" ”

He didn't know what kind of despair the ascetic experienced in the last years of the shattered faith, the strict father and mother were the illusion, the faith was the disguise, the teacher was the root cause of all this, he was born of sin, no matter how much penance, it was impossible to get the longed-for family reunion in heaven, oh my God, two murderers, two hypocrites, bathed in the blood of innocents, what kind of reunion would it be! He struggled to return to Neustria at the end, desperately struggling to reach out to him, his last and only blood relative in the world, but was ruthlessly held back.

No matter how harshly the ascetic had taught him before, tried to kill him for the sake of righteousness, or stirred up trouble in the country and jeopardized his position and future—things that he hated so much—all he could think of at the moment was the ascetic sitting in the deepest cell of this prison, holding on to the letters that would not be accepted, and struggling to hold on in his weakening days, waiting day after day for the impossible visitor—which almost crushed him.

He once rejoiced in his achievements over all men, but now all his beauty, wealth, wisdom, power, status, and future could not allow him and his only relative to spend a day together! Ah, this cruel fate, whether it is him or his cousin, they do not love each other, it is not wealth that separates them, not power, not beauty, they are so strong in their hearts, they are strong-willed, and they do not change their faces in the face of a large army, he can let his cousin enjoy all the glory and wealth in this world, and his cousin also crosses the ocean for him without fear of hardships and dangers, and seeks the law in the east, and in the end, one of them once raised a knife to the other, and the other once sincerely hoped that the other party would die more than once!

None of them cherished the time together, none of them, they.

The Great Demon King Luo Yi didn't know what to say about it, and maybe, he shouldn't say anything at this moment.

Even at noon, the deepest cell of this prison was pitch black, and only the small corner of the pea-sized light of an oil lamp in the alcove was above the ten thousand people of Neustria, bathed in the glory of all the people, and the young archbishop with an infinite future was now curled up in the darkness beyond the reach of this light, immersed in deep remorse, it was not his fault, he had given the other party many opportunities, many exhortations, and even forgave the knife raised against him, but what was the use of mentioning these things at this moment?

She silently stepped forward to □□□□□ (Note) (To be continued......

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