The white dove flapped its wings and stopped on the windowsill, cleaning its feathers while keeping an eye out for cats approaching from behind.

When the cat arched its body and prepared to attack, the white dove flew away at once, flew into the sky again, and disappeared under the white clouds and blue sky.

The prey fled, but instead of looking out the window, Lulu jumped on the couch and rubbed the haggard Paul I.

Paul I ignored it and looked at the wall in amazement, where hung a huge bust of a man and a woman, richly dressed, snuggling up to each other and smiling at him.

"Father...."

The pale-faced Paul I muttered in a low voice, as if hoping that the man in the portrait would show him the way, but no matter how long he stared at the portrait, the man did not utter a word.

Paul I was placed under house arrest, and from the night he rejected Archbishop Henry's proposal, the priests and monks of the Church of Wisdom killed his bodyguards, took over the Winter Palace by forceful means, and locked him in his bedroom.

The servants no longer obeyed the king's orders, and watched day and night, and Paul I did not know what means Archbishop Henry used, but he, the king, was left with only a title.

Is the imprisoned king, still a king?

Paul I stroked the icy crown, which was so cold that he had to retract his fingers, curl up in the sofa, and cover his head with an expensive handmade blanket.

He already knew about the promulgation of the General Decree, and although it was under house arrest, for the sake of the title of king, Archbishop Henry still regularly had people send him newspapers from the outside world, so as to save him from going crazy.

Whenever he saw the news of riots in the newspapers, Paul I felt that his heart was bleeding, he didn't care about the low-level civilians, all he cared about was the Romanov kingdom.

During the more than half a month of house arrest, Paul I thought a lot, and what he regretted the most was that he listened to the slander of Archbishop Henry and let a tiger enter the territory of the Romanov kingdom.

The development of events is completely beyond his control, what can be done to save the situation?

Deliver a message to Duke Yovanovich?

It was a good idea, but there was no way for him to get the message out, and even if it did, how would Duke Yovanovich rescue him?

After seeing the magic used by Archbishop Henry, Paul I was frightened, knowing that the army led by Duke Yovanovich would not be able to defeat the Cult of Wisdom.

Especially during the war, he approved thousands of priests and monks of the Cult of Wisdom to secretly enter the Romanov Kingdom, and now the Cult of Wisdom has completely controlled the royal capital of Petersburg.

Seem....

The tide is over.

But Lulu heard the sound of crying coming from the blanket, and she meowed softly, trying to comfort Paul I, but Paul I didn't know what it was talking about.

It wasn't until an orange figure rushed onto the balcony that the silence in the room was broken.

But when Lulu saw Fat Orange, she screamed excitedly and ran over to pull the window bolt.

"Meow meow!"

Fat Orange enters the house and follows Coolo to the couch, where he meets the devastated Paul I.

With a slight frown, Fat Orange jumped up and slapped Paul I in the face.

The pain brought Paul I back to his senses, and he looked at the fat orange who came out of nowhere with a blank expression, "You.... You're not the one of the Church of the Truth...."

"It's me." Fat Orange nodded.

"Can you speak?" Paul I looked at Colulu, as if he understood something, his head drooped, and his expression became even more depressed.

His beloved cat....

It turned out to be a spy sent by someone else?

"I know where you're going." Fat Tang squatted on the tea table and looked at him coldly: "Dignified King, you have really failed to fall to this step of the field..."

Paul I's face turned pale for a while, and he had the heart to refute, but he was powerless to return to heaven.

"I did fail...."

"Choice, sometimes more important than effort." Fat Orange said: "You have made the wrong choice, and failure is inevitable. ”

“.... Are you here to teach me a lesson? Or are you here to kill me? ”

"Neither."

Jumping off the tea table, Fat Orange walked around the room a few times: "I'm here to give you advice." ”

"Father Mavi asked you to come?"

Fat Orange stopped, his eyes shining like jewels, "No. ”

"What advice do you want to give me?"

Paul I was even more curious, what unique insights could a cat have?

"Write a royal edict for me to send out."

"If you want Duke Yovanovich and them to rescue me, I've already thought about this solution, and it won't work at all..."

"Who told them to come to your rescue?" Fat Orange sneered: "I'm still thinking about Duke Yin Wanovich.... They won't help you, and without you, there are others in the Romanov kingdom who will inherit the throne. ”

Paul I's heart tightened, he vaguely guessed this possibility, but he never dared to face it.

"You are the king, although you have been completely overthrown, you are still the king of the Romanov kingdom." Fat Orange said in a deep voice: "If you are willing to denounce Archbishop Henry in the edict and write down everything that the Wisdom God Cult has done to you, then it will definitely arouse the anger of the people." At that time, the people's resentment against the kingdom will also be transferred to the Cult of Wisdom. ”

Paul I grinned and laughed silently: "Overthrow the Cult of Wisdom, and the Church of Truth will be able to rule the Romanov Kingdom..."

"Don't you understand that this is the only way you can live?"

Fat Orange said in a calm voice: "If you want to live, there are three ways. ”

"One, give up the position of king, issue an edict, and pass the throne to Katerina, in this way, we will rescue you."

"Second, compromise with Archbishop Henry, completely obey his orders, and become a vicious dog in the hands of the Wisdom God Cult, and let you bite whoever you want."

"The third is what I just said, use the edict to reprimand Archbishop Henry, and transfer the anger of the people to the Cult of Wisdom, so that driven by interests, the aristocratic faction will definitely try their best to rescue you, but after overthrowing the Cult of Wisdom, you will also have to abdicate."

"So the second one suits me quite well." Paul I laughed and said, "Be a vicious dog, look at the surroundings, I am now a vicious dog in a cage...."

"So that's a decision you made?"

Paul I put away his smile and said with a serious gaze: "There is no king who surrendered in the Romanov Kingdom, and there is no king who abdicated, this is the dignity of the royal family!" ”

"What sound?!"

There was a sound of unlocking the door, and Fat Orange got under the sofa, and Paul I looked at the two black-clothed friars who opened the door, and said in a cold voice: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Your Majesty, you were talking just now?"

"Can't I even speak?!"

“......”

The two blackfriars looked around the room, and when they saw nothing unusual, they locked the door again.

Fat Orange got out from under the sofa, shook off the dust on his body, and mocked: "Where do you still have dignity now?" Your Majesty? ”

Paul I clenched his fists, looked at Fat Orange angrily, and gasped for a long time before saying, "Get out!" Get out now! ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The fat orange head left the room without looking back.

The body trembled slightly, it took a long time for Paul I to calm down, he picked up the trembling Kolulu, stroked it, walked to the portrait, looked at a man and a woman on it, and asked in a low voice: "Father, mother, I.... Did you do it wrong? ”

The portrait of a man and a woman still did not answer his question.

After a long silence, Paul I put down Colulu, sat down at his desk, picked up his quill, and wrote on a blank piece of paper:

[I, Paul I, King of the Romanov Kingdom....]

As he wrote, the strokes became faster and faster, and as if he wanted to vent all the anger that had accumulated over the past few days, Paul I gritted his teeth, his breath was short, and his eyes were full of paranoia and madness.

After a long time, he threw the quill on the table, carefully dried the ink on the paper, rolled it up, and tied the edict around Korulu's neck with a rope.

With a slap on the buttocks, Paul I pointed to the wide open window and said, "Go, Kolulu, bring this edict to the people of the Romanov kingdom." ”

"Meow...."

But Lulu turned back three times, and even if Paul I's face was full of smiles, it could not offset the worry in his heart.

"Let's go, let's go...."

Seeing Colulu disappear from the edge of the balcony, Paul I took a deep breath, returned to his desk, pulled open the drawer, and reached in with his arm to open a dark compartment.

In the dark compartment, there is a golden revolver.

"I am the king .... The king of the Romanovs...."

In this whisper, Paul I took the revolver into his arms, walked to the door, and knocked hard.

Kada....

The door opened again, and a blackfriar looked at him and asked coldly, "Your Majesty, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"Tell Archbishop Henry, I figured it out."

The blackfriar's eyes lit up, and he quickly kissed his fingers, bowed his head and said:

"It's great that you've finally made the right decision, Your Majesty, and I'm going to inform the Archbishop."