His Majesty's order was to invite all the clergy in the church, but unexpectedly, only one was invited, and his Majesty's face was gloomy and dripping. He narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and a palpitating cold light flashed in his eyes, sneered, and asked in an indifferent tone, "Why is there only one?"

The royal family, in fact, is the largest family, and it still belongs to the aristocratic class in essence. The royal family had a large number of servants, who were often born of the family and were extremely loyal.

As soon as His Majesty spoke, the servant in charge of inviting people immediately knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground, "Your Majesty, this bishop said that there is no difference between coming a hundred and coming one. ”

His Majesty glanced at the servant who was kneeling on the ground, and suddenly raised his foot and kicked him in the shoulder, knocking the servant to the ground. But he quickly got up and knelt down in front of His Majesty the Emperor again, not daring to say a word, trembling. The task assigned to the king, no matter how he explained it, was not strictly accomplished. His Majesty's request is to invite all of them, and for whatever reason, to invite only one, which is a serious dereliction of duty.

In an ordinary aristocratic family, if a servant fails to complete his task, the end may not be too miserable, or he will be transferred to the lowest job to spend his life, or he will be severely beaten, or he may be forgiven.

But in the royal family, failing to complete the task means the most miserable end.

Hundreds or thousands of servants are waiting to climb up, and once they make a mistake, even if His Majesty the Emperor doesn't say anything, the people below will toss him to death in order to please the emperor.

"If it weren't for my son being unconscious, the killing would have brought bad luck, and I would have stabbed you to death right now. His Majesty the Emperor took a deep breath, calmed his manic heart, and put a sincere smile on his face as soon as he turned his face. He walked up to the bishop and clasped the bishop's hand tightly with both hands, "I'm sorry for you, please save my child, I can meet any of your conditions!"

If he said this before he kicked the servant, then it was clear that he might have meant it. But if you say this after kicking the servant, you can't take it seriously. Well done, you ask me to satisfy you, so what about not doing well? There is already an example before, maybe His Majesty the Emperor will consider the issue of church decency, and will not kill people, but I am afraid that a small punishment is necessary.

In the recent history, the empire dealt with clergy in many ways, such as cutting off ears and noses, as well as stabbing faces.

The bishop who came was called Tynes, and he smiled, without the slightest fear, he bowed slightly, "I will do my best." ”

Tynes walked to the edge of the bed, the empty window on the prince's chest had not yet been stitched, and the faint heartbeat could faintly be seen agitating the alveoli to move slightly. The severed lung had been stitched up, leaving a large chunk free.

Tynes frowned slightly, in fact, before that, he had also studied surgical medicine for a while. Over the years, the development of the Church has been extremely difficult, not only to do its own work and study, but also to learn other knowledge. Especially in the case of the decline of Shengli, surgical methods have become the first choice after cure.

As soon as Tynes wanted to take a look at the Grand Prince's injuries, the doctor in charge of the surgeon stopped him, "You haven't sterilized yet, and you're not wearing surgical equipment." ”

Tynes glanced at the main knife and smiled slightly, looking a little unfathomable. He raised his hands and put them where everyone could see, and white flames suddenly burned on his white hands, which had no temperature or cold, and appeared out of thin air to make people surprised and curious.

He said, "I believe that my hands are cleaner now than your sanitized hands." He glanced at His Majesty the Emperor, then turned back to the chief surgeon and said, "Please get out of the way, I have to observe the injuries of the wounded." He paused at this point, then added with a smile, "Oh yes, I also studied surgery and got a license to practice medicine in the Federation." ”

This is not to brag, many bishops are skilled in surgery, and there are not only one or two who have obtained a medical license like Tynes. Times are advancing, and the church is not completely resting on its laurels, completely unchanged. At the very least, in the area of therapy and art, they still keep up with the times and are willing to accept more advanced medical measures.

His Majesty the Emperor tilted his head, and the chief surgeon was a little unwilling to get out of the way, this group of magic sticks is really good at deceiving people, the white light just now must be some kind of chemical means, it is a trick, this kind of thing has long been cracked in the Federation! It's just that he can't refute it at this time, and he doesn't want to refute it, in case the big prince doesn't save him, it's better for two people to take the blame than for one person.

Tynes carefully observed the eldest prince's injury, "The incision was well managed, but the inflammation did not subside. ”

A milky white light suddenly burst out of his palm, detached from his hand like liquid, and slowly flowed into the window of the eldest prince's chest, nourishing the wound.

If the white light will make the surgeon think that it is a blinding method, then the slow healing of the wound can not be described by the blinding method. This completely surpassed his knowledge of science and the world, and the knowledge that he once thought he was proud of seemed unusually naïve at this moment.

What kind of power is this?

Is this true?

He pinched himself, and the pain told him that his eyes had not deceived him.

But soon, this shocking healing power came to a standstill, and His Majesty the Emperor frowned and looked at Tynes.

Tynes spread his hands helplessly, "My holy power can only do this, but His Royal Highness the Great Prince's injury has been controlled, as long as the wound is closed and recuperated for a period of time, it will definitely recover as before." ”

His Majesty the Emperor glanced at his unconscious son and rubbed his face, "Thank you very much for everything. But I have something I'd like to ask very curious, doesn't it say that healing can heal injuries quickly?"

Tynes was not annoyed, but patiently explained, "Since the end of the law era, the power of the holy power has been infinitely weakened, and the divine magic system has undergone great changes. In fact, I am ashamed to say that in the ancient system of holy power, I should only be regarded as a priest and a priest, and I am not a bishop at all. He glanced at the chief surgeon who had been paid in advance, and continued: "At this stage, only those high-ranking apostles can perform the healing techniques recorded in history. ”

"Where are they?"

Timnes smiled and replied, "I don't know!"

His Majesty the Emperor had just put his mind at ease, but the other two big men were not as relaxed as him.

"The dog that bites people doesn't bark, I didn't expect our emperor's cousin to have such means and courage, and I really underestimated him. Prince Fabio sat back, playing with a delicate silver letter knife in his hand, "He's forcing us to speed up, but why does he dare to do that?"

The royal coercion has not been a day or two, since the fall of power, the rise of the aristocratic group has been unstoppable, especially after the Pope assassinated the emperor, the authority of the royal family has plummeted, giving the nobles a chance to develop.

To this day, the decline of royalty is not a simple word, but a fact. His Majesty the Emperor is a bit arrogant at times, but it is undeniable that he is indeed a wise monarch, at least in the way of checks and balances, so that the power of the royal family continues to this day.

Judging from the current situation, His Majesty the Emperor does not seem to have any intention of continuing this game, and everyone is planning to flip the table and speak with their fists.

It's just that what everyone didn't expect was that the first person to lift the table was actually the royal family, not Fabio or the Heinsys aristocracy.

"Could it be because of the Royal Knights?", Amelia poured liquor, drunk, "The Royal Knights have not moved much over the years, and the people we sent there can't get close to the core of the Knights at all, and many places are restricted areas, so they can't detect any fiction and reality at all. ”

Prince Fabio nodded and said, "There is this possibility, in fact, what I am most worried about is the dragon slaying knight, those old guys are not fuel-efficient lamps." ”

The Dragon Slayer Knight has been the last resort of the empire for thousands of years. Over the years, they have been like invisible people, without any sense of existence, but no one dares to underestimate them. Because of the unknown, so fearful, no one knows how many dragon slaying knights are left now, and no one knows whether they will interfere with the normal changes in the empire.

At the beginning of the founding of the country, the empire restricted the use of high-end forces such as the dragon slaying knights, and unless the empire was devastated, the dragon slaying knights were not allowed to be dispatched.

But after all this time, who can guarantee that those remaining dragon slaying knights will still abide by the treaty of the founding of the country?

This was one of the main reasons why Prince Fabio changed his attitude and strategy immediately after learning that the Church was willing to compromise, and he desperately wanted the Church to stand by his side against the dragon-slaying knights who were unlikely to be involved in the internal affairs of the Empire.

"Where's Rossi?"

"He's back for Christmas and will be back in a few days. ”

"Don't be rash lately, and let Rosie come to see me as soon as he returns. Prince Fabio put down the letter knife in his hand and muttered for a moment, "Continue to mobilize people to enter the imperial capital, don't hide if you can't hide it, the lid will always be lifted one day." ”