"Give it back to me!"

"Haha, you're here to grab it!"

Two and a half children ran through the street one after the other, scurrying through the crowd like fish, causing a burst of laughter and scolding. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Olivia turned sideways to avoid the naughty boys who were fighting with each other, and did not say a word of reprimand. On this festive day, even a person with a bad temper will be more tolerant, not to mention that he is not a harsh character as a father.

Feeling the lively festive atmosphere, the knight's depressed mood was also relieved, but soon, the external pressure made him clench his heart again, he looked at the sun hanging high in the sky, and sighed softly.

"Your Majesty is too impatient," Olivia remembered the battle report he had read many times, and the bitterness in his heart increased a little: "Is the advantage of the Temple of Dawn so easy to take advantage of?"

Olivia, the head of the Knights of the Champions, did not agree with George XIII's decision.

You must know that the royal family has never been truly accepted by the nobles, and naturally it is impossible to be feared by the temple. It's okay if you don't provoke the temple, once you take the liberty of intervening in the struggle between them, then the temple will definitely dare to attack the royal family directly.

In the early years, the royal family was simply a superficial ornament and a puppet of the major temples, without any autonomy, otherwise George III would not have thought of going to the "Karghley Line" to find a sense of existence.

It was only after the establishment of the "Knights of the Fearless", the predecessor of the "Knights of the Champions", that the royal family truly grasped some of the power, and was no longer just a puppet to be manipulated by the nobles and the temple.

Over the years, with the rise of the Knights of Champions, the royal family's voice has gradually increased.

In the vicinity of the imperial capital, and even in other territories of the empire that had not yet been divided, George XIII's decrees were largely not subject to much resistance when they were implemented.

From this point of view, the royal family can also be regarded as an alternative real noble.

George XIII thought the same way, and he even thought that his strength was one of the best among the real nobles.

However, Olivia does not have such a good sense of self as he does, and he knows very well that as long as the royal family is not recognized by the aristocracy, then all the prosperity in front of him is just a castle in the air.

Why would those rebellious and powerful obediently obey the laws and regulations set by the lord?

Why did the noble priests and bishops go to such lengths to ask the lords for the right to preach in their territories?

Are they really just afraid of the heritage of the major families?

There may be reasons for this, but more often than not, they are afraid of a counterattack from the "aristocracy".

Commoners, nobles, and gods, this is the class composition of the material continent, and it is also the basis for the stable development of the social order. In a sense, behind the nobility stood the gods.

"Alas," the legendary powerhouse who watched George XIII grow up scolded in his heart, "why can't he understand that ambition also has to be based on strength!"

The gods needed the "approval" of their followers to help them interpret the rules, just as the nobles needed wool products to help them withstand the cold.

On the temple side, the shepherds chosen by the gods, the believers are the lambs living on the grasslands, the gods of order are the nobles who only need wool to keep out the cold, and the evil gods are thieves who eat meat and drink blood. The demons, on the other hand, are hungry wolves and hyenas peeping on the sidelines.

The aristocracy on the material continent is equivalent to the head of the flock, they can lead the flock to find the most abundant pasture, and they will also repel the hungry wolf when it attacks.

With a goat, the sheep will not be damaged by fighting with each other, and they will not be separated from the flock by the temptation of hungry wolves, so that they can reproduce safely, so as to provide the gods with enough bright and warm wool.

In the eyes of the gods, the head sheep is no less important than the shepherd, and even more so.

Therefore, the head sheep does not provoke the shepherd with too serious consequences.

The shepherds did not dare to attack the head sheep, because the ownership of the sheep did not belong to them, and if they caused the head sheep to revolt, or even let them throw themselves at the cost of their lives, they would die for nothing.

However, the head sheep was able to have this privilege because he was of sufficient importance in the hearts of the gods that if an ordinary lamb with no eyes dared to provoke the shepherd, it would inevitably suffer a lot and even lose his life. After all, there are so many ordinary lambs, and it doesn't hurt to have a dozen or so less.

The mistake made by George XIII was that he thought of himself as a sheep, but he was not recognized by the group of goats, and in the eyes of the shepherds he was just an ordinary lamb, although this lamb looked a little special.

In this case, he wants to provoke the shepherds, and even wants to subdue the other sheep, which is completely an act of seeking death.

"If you have more territory and more soldiers, you must be strong? In these years, the royal family has not even given birth to a single Holy Spirit, is it just bad luck! The weakening of the temple and the precautions of the real nobles at every turn can't make you wake up? You have to bury the foundation of the previous king before you can restrain those unrealistic illusions?"

Thinking of George XIII's arrogance, Olivia shook her head helplessly.

He knew that the other party was no longer the child who followed his ass and called him "uncle" and learned swordsmanship from him, but a middle-aged and ambitious king.

He couldn't listen to the advice he had heard anymore, and he was reprimanded after just one or two more words of persuasion. The sentence "A legendary-level powerhouse is so timid, I really don't know how you broke the wall of laws!" until now when he thought about it, he still felt a faint pain in his heart.

"Legend?" Olivia, who was heartbroken, snorted softly: "What is a legend, and it's not a god! Didn't the Sword Saint of Zohya, who rose like a comet back then, fall into the valley ravines like his arrogant title?"

After exclamating with emotion, the knight finally felt a lot better, and he looked around, and found that he had unconsciously come to a remote place.

"I didn't expect that when I also chattered and complained like a peasant woman, it was really embarrassing. ”

Olivia recalls the direction of the Temple of Knowledge while using self-deprecating words to hide the embarrassment of her true feelings.

"The matter has come to this point, and there is no other way but to follow the path of the Temple of Knowledge to the dark. ”

As soon as he received the battle report that "the team sent out was ambushed", he knew that the royal family had no way out.

A kind of intuition cultivated by years of fighting told him that the back of this ambush was probably not so simple.

Just looking at the level of detail the enemy's knowledge of their own information, the knight guessed that they must have one or more powerful collaborators in the imperial capital.

Thinking about the purpose of this team being sent, the identity of the mysterious collaborator is self-evident.

It was precisely because of this vigilance in his heart that, after receiving an invitation from the Temple of Knowledge, he would find an excuse to turn down his duty to accompany George XIII to the central square to give a lecture and go to meet with Archbishop Fiboquea.

No matter what the monarch said to him, as a descendant of the Knights of the Round Table, he always put the interests of the royal family first.

"It turns out that this is the seventh shopping street, so quiet that I almost didn't recognize it. After careful identification, the knight determined the direction in which he was going: "Follow this road, and after a few corners at the Fifth Commercial Street, you will reach the Temple of Knowledge." ”

Olivia, who had identified the direction, was just about to leave, and her face suddenly turned pale.

He found something that he had been ignoring all along: since this is not a remote alley, but a bustling seventh shopping street, it should be more lively during the festival, how can it be so secluded, let alone on the street, even among the surrounding shops, there is no one there.