Just as Herman was following Rossi's movements, Fabio was also following Rossi's movements.

In the entire ruling class of the Tuhrman Empire, everyone has a common understanding, that is, the person Fabio trusts the most is Rossi, and Rossi will not refuse any request, and even more gossip circulates that Fabio intends to canonize Rossi as the Duke of the Empire after the coming-of-age ceremony, and then give him a big fief and hereditary replacement. Many people are envious, jealous and hateful of Rosie, but they dare not show any negative attitudes.

Everyone is not a child anymore, and if they can find their place in a major political event like a coup d'état and stand firmly, few of them are mortals. If they have complaints and dissatisfaction with Rosie, and Rosie doesn't touch them, there will be people who will take the initiative to do something to please them in order to pat Rosie's ass and guess the thoughts of the emperor on the throne today.

Although this may not make the two big men happy, it is not a chance, but it may be an opportunity.

People were talking about Rossi, they were talking about Fabio, and Fabio was talking about Rossi in private, and the object was Francisco. Francisco moved straight up because of Fabio's ascent to the top, hereditary marquis. He has now officially intervened in the affairs of the empire, the members of the imperial parliament, the elders of the presbyterian council, and some miscellaneous affairs of the civil affairs department, which is definitely a favor of thousands of people.

There is also gossip circulating, saying that Francisco is Fabio's own son, and the matter is spread with a nose and eyes, saying that Fabio when he was young once drank too much at a banquet, drunk and unconscious, and gave his sister who came to send him back to the room, so there was Francisco. To say that this rumor is false and fictional, I am afraid that people who have heard it will not believe it. But if it's true, few people take it seriously.

To put it bluntly, Fabio was too good to Francesco, and this goodness surpassed his goodness to his own son. His son, the son who had been living in his shadow and had achieved nothing, was still eating in the fiefdom waiting to die, while Francesco, the nephew, had risen to the throne and become a rising star in the ruling class of the empire.

Fabio was sitting in his huge study, half-reclining on the chaise longue he had admired for decades, his eyes constantly looking at Francisco sitting at the bottom.

"Rossi, what has he been doing lately?", Fabio threw a cigarette to Francisco, the aristocracy was always very keen and good at eating, drinking, and having fun. Cigarettes appeared on the market on the federal side, and the aristocratic class on the imperial side began to enjoy it, and now smoking has become a fashion, and if you don't bring a pack with you, you won't dare to speak loudly when you go out.

This thing is not really famous, the academicians of the Imperial Academy of Sciences have solved the mystery of cigarettes, and the Imperial Machine is spinning and is looking for suitable tobacco leaves throughout the country, as well as suitable areas for growing tobacco leaves, ready to produce locally made cigarettes in large quantities.

Francisco took it and lit it to himself, "Rossi, they brought back a holy relic from the Federation, and they are studying what this thing is for. What's the matter, does Your Majesty have something for him to do?"

Fabio chuckled, shook his head, took a puff of beige smoke, and said with a smile: "I hope he can study for the rest of his life." The Church of Light is always a tricky organization, like a double-edged sword without a hilt, you have to hold the edge of the blade on both sides with your hands. The force used is small, and it is meaningless. If you use great strength, you will hurt yourself before you hurt others. Fortunately, Rossi is a smart man, and he does not interfere too much in the functioning of the empire. ”

Francisco nodded thoughtfully, "What you said seems to make a lot of sense. ”

Fabio laughed out loud, "It seems? As I sat in this position, I realized how wise the policy of the successive royal families had been towards the Church, and that they would rather die than give them a chance. But my position is not right, it is grabbed, and my innate deficiency must allow me to pick up this double-edged sword. He paused, flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, and the burned dust fell on the camel hair blanket, but he didn't care at all. "Our Emperor Majesty is really a generation of heroes. If everything is played out according to his script, I am afraid that we will all become history at this time, and the dragon slaying knights will all be dead, and there will be no one left in the top echelons of the church, and there will be only one voice in the entire empire. ”

"But he lost!", Francisco still did not change his position, "and I think Rossi is a very good man, he is more like a nobleman than an apostle." ”

Fabio raised his finger with his cigarette and pointed at Francisco, "If you do what you say, he should be enjoying life in the imperial capital now, not in Greenland." A person's birth is fixed and dead, and does not change because of his status and achievements, he is a member of the church, he is born and dies. The Church is obviously higher than the Empire for him. ”

Francisco didn't want to admit it, but he bowed his head anyway.

"I heard he's collecting coins?", Fabio explained, "Lucky coins?"

Francisco nodded, "It seems like that." ”

"Send him the one from the royal family, and let him study those ancient books well, preferably until he dies. Fabio sighed, "You do it, do you know what I mean?"

Thinking of the rumors circulating outside, Francisco's heart beat twice, and he felt more and more that this rumor might be true. Fabio's meaning is actually very simple, continue to befriend Rossi, so that he has no reason or excuse to have any contradictions with the ruling class of the empire and the royal family because of anything. It is even necessary to make him feel a kind of guilt, to make him feel that the royal family's attitude towards him is boundless, so that he can never become an enemy of the royal family and the empire.

To put it mildly, the person who should be most responsible for this should be Fabio's eldest or second son, not his nephew!

For the entire royal family, he is just an outsider.

Fabio, the new emperor, did not seem to have forgotten Rossi, who had disappeared from the imperial capital for more than two months in Greenland, and once again rewarded Francisco with a lot of things. Such a long is no longer jealous, even if one day Fabio wants to pass the throne to Rossi, everyone will not be surprised anymore. The emperor was really good to Rossi, and after comparing it with his kindness to Francisco, Francisco had been thrown out of several universes.

These unwarranted rumors were soon replaced by another explosive rumor that the new emperor, who had initially consolidated his power after more than two months and nearly three months of rule, intended to use troops against the Federation by the end of the year or the year after. Many people suddenly became excited, and the promotion of the titles of the nobles, in addition to making those inventions or having outstanding political achievements, the biggest way to rise was from the war.

This frenzied atmosphere gradually spread unbounded from the ruling class to the plebeian class, and the whole empire was in a strange euphoria.

When Francisco met Rossi, he almost didn't recognize the man. The tender beard had grown in a circle, and it was black and sticking to the cheeks, like dirt attached to the dust after eating without wiping his mouth. The hair was piled up on the head like a chicken nest, tangled together, and it looked like it hadn't been taken care of for a while. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and there is even a faint smell of rancidness on Rosie's body.

Francisco pinched his nose and called Rossi out and threw him a gift slip full of good things that the royal family had given him. He glanced at it casually and tossed it aside. He also understood that it was a sugar-coated cannonball and that he had to eat it.

"And this!", Francisco patted his head, took a coin from his pocket, and threw it into Rossi's hand, "This is a collection of former royalty, Your Majesty heard that you like to collect these things, and specially asked me to bring them to you." ”

Rosie's expression moved slightly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for helping me." He took the coin, tossed it a few times, and threw it into his arms, where there were already six coins, one missing.