In the palatial palace, about five or six elderly people sit on black and gold Gothic high-backed chairs, which are carved with inexplicable patterns that are intriguing, and the armrests are inlaid with gold and covered with a thin layer of cashmere, showing the noble status without losing the feeling of comfort.

In addition to the throne in the Holy See, there is only the chamber in the Papal Hall that belongs exclusively to the Council of Elders.

The Papal Hall is the hub of power in the Papal States in addition to the Holy See, and in fact the Holy See can only be said to be an ornament, more of a formality, and all the questions raised will eventually be summarized in the Papal Hall for a final round of review to decide what the end of the matter is.

The Governing Body is a group of people in the Papal States who are second only to the Pope in power, and each of them has made supreme contributions to the Papal State, received numerous honors, and has a status almost above ten thousand people under one person.

They each administer all aspects of the Papal States, and each elder has a jurisdiction or a specific office, and the power under his command is intricately intertwined, which in fact is a clear restriction on the power of the pope, and an absolute restriction on the supremacy of the monarchy.

Especially in recent years, the power of the Elders has expanded to the point that only some of the military and administrative powers in the hands of the pope remain.

In the waning Papal States, the Pope will become a symbol, or will soon be lost to the river of history.

Next to the five or six old men was a small table with delicious fruits and food, as well as a pot of essential health tea.

Since tea came from the East, the upper-class aristocrats, especially the elderly, couldn't put down tea, holding a teapot every day to show their elegance.

An old man took a sip of tea, and the gold teacup was gently lowered by him, and it collided with the marble table with a dull crashing sound.

"Drezmala, your enemy has appeared."

He smacked his lips, as if savoring the aromatic taste of tea, an aroma swirling in his taste buds, and it took him a moment before he said a thoughtless word to the elder sitting across from him.

The elder known as Drahemara by the old man knew that he had been punished because of this man, and many of his high-ranking officials had been stripped of their official positions and their power was greatly reduced.

In these turbulent times, which are still in a critical period, the shrinking of this power will have a great impact on his position, and if the Papal States are overthrown in the near future, he will not have enough capital, and he will only become one of the targets of the other elders who are now sitting in the same noble room.

Coincidentally, the old man who "asked" him was the one who took over the position of his dismissed subordinate, or rather, the old man's cronies who had stolen Elder Drezmara's power.

Therefore, this well-intentioned "inquiry" is full of gunpowder and full of irony.

Elder Drehmala's wrinkled face instantly turned iron-blue, and his tone was not good: "Hmph! What a good son to raise! Can Nobel Berriel run away so easily, those armored warriors are all raised for nothing! Can you just die like that? And his good daughter, who ran away with his good brother as soon as she became the governor, is really a good hand! ”

The thick white beard was blown into the air by Drezmala, which was enough to show his anger.

Several of the elders present looked at each other, but did not speak.

Everyone knows this, but there are some things that are not always easy to say, especially in a more public setting like the Papal Chamber.

The scene was a little awkward for a while, as if there was only one old fellow left in Drahimera who was throwing a little temper.

Seeing that the others did not follow him, Drahimela also knew their virtues, so he had to put away his face and become depressed.

The room was filled with the muffled sound of rising and falling gold teacups colliding with marble.

After a few minutes of silence, the old man who had provoked the conversation spoke to Drezmara, who had just subsided his anger: "No. Burriel is there. ”

Drahermara's face was full of sarcastic smiles: "What? Do you want me to do it, and then let you benefit? Bols, I also admit that you have my territory, but there was no conflict between us before, right? ”

When the old man known as Bols heard Drahermara's taunt of him, his face suddenly showed a harmless and innocent expression.

"Drey, I'm just concerned about you, the culprit of this is that motherless Nobel Berliel, don't you want revenge?"

Drahermira snorted coldly: "How could you not know that Jean's dead man also participated in the otherwise ordinary gold transportation operation, which clearly wanted to set himself on fire, and even paid attention to let me take the bait, and then reduce my strength, this time maybe it was not a good kind way to give it to a few of you, but to swallow it by himself."

Speaking of which, Dobros, your duty is to replenish the supplies of the mobile armor, so that the fire that was drawn this time looks like it is yours who burn it. ”

Drezmala looked at the old man who had buried his body in the deepest depths.

The old man had a solemn face, as if he had forgotten the gesture of the smile on his face.

His wrinkles covered his entire face, but there were no age spots, and the bulging muscles under the wide sleeves were enough to show that this old man was exercising regularly to keep his body healthy.

Dobros Edgar, once the supreme commander of the Central Army, was the most prestigious man in the entire Papal States before the arrival of the Age of Armor.

With the army of the Papal States, he personally conquered many small countries and city-states in the vicinity, greatly expanding the territory of the Papal States, but in the following decades, due to the gradual decline of the army and the increasing corruption of officials, the cities originally occupied became independent one after another, and finally under the negotiation between the two sides, it became a free city, a paradise for thieves and criminals.

Seeing that the army of the Papal States was no longer as brave as it used to be, Dobros decided to give up his official position, go home to retire, and develop his family power, and a few years later entered the elder group of the Papal Hall.

It can be said that Dobros held the lifeblood of the army.

"So what."

The resolute-faced old man obviously had a different style of painting than the others.

"It's mine after all, it's mine, it's not mine, it's just that I don't care and give up, so I don't dare to do anything to me."

Dobros often said that he is not greedy for power, but he is extremely controlling, and he will not easily let go of what he holds in his hands unless he wants to.

And he also has a strong self-confidence in himself.

The other people smacked their lips, they already knew about Dobros's character, and they smiled, and they didn't have any superfluous thoughts.

Drahimera didn't continue to ask, but turned to everyone and asked, "Now that we don't talk about profit, what do you think is the purpose of letting you do this?" He is not unprofitable, and he is bent on hegemony and achieving the true supremacy of monarchy. ”

Hearing "the supremacy of the monarchy", the others seemed to have been touched by sensitive nerves, and their expressions became nervous, and they no longer felt careless.

People live a lifetime, either for fame or profit.

None of these people here are willing to easily release the monstrous power in their hands.

After the loss of Drahermara's management of Prison Island, he seemed to be full of indifference, and at most complained, but in fact, he had stepped up his efforts to loot the people's fat and ointment behind his back.

Since you have lost power, then take back the profits!

Therefore, the decline of the Papal States was also contributed to by the selfish desires of these elders.

The ridiculous Dobros said that the army was corrupt and retired to retirement in anger, but he didn't know that his own nature was the same, and he said that he was not greedy for power, but it was just a superficial cover-up.

Drezmela was very happy, and he didn't want to be angry with himself, let others see his jokes, and always make the other people sitting down a little stressed.

"It's time to give this kid some warning, he should know that the Papal States are not in the hands of his family of Beriel."

Dobros said lightly, he seemed the most indifferent, but he was the first to say this formal taboo.

"And Noe Buriel, this wild, it's time to teach a lesson."

Drehmera did not forget to add No's name.

For Nuo, he has always had resentment in his heart, after all, it was Nuo's escape from Prison Island that caused him to be implicated.

The two old men who were about to step into the coffin board glanced at each other and saw a ruthlessness.