The courtyard where the Dominica envoys lived was one of the best royal villas on the hills of Marcherus, and was generally used to house some important lords or foreign dignitaries who came from other places to meet them, so although it did not look spacious, all the supplies and conditions were of royal level.

In the snowy garden, the fur-clad Cosimo Otovik, accompanied by Edward, toured the winter garden with great interest, and his expression was very relaxed - in fact, not only him, but almost all the members of the emissary corps, after offering the debt relief, the attitude of the whole Turin towards Dominica changed significantly, and of course it was not easy for the Otovík family to take on this commitment.

However, as long as he gets the peace agreement of the Kingdom of Turin, he can divide these debts among the city-states of Dominica, and anyway, it is the Otovik family who is now in power, so he can naturally force those who were originally disobedient to take on their obligations - whether he succeeds or not, it has nothing to do with him, Cosimo, his task is only to maintain peace with Turin.

"What a beautiful view, a little chilly but still hard to hide its elegance. Cosimo rubbed his hands together and smiled at the pure white garden in the sun, with soft snowflakes under his feet: "It is impossible to see this beautiful picture in Dominica, not even in the city of the Bright Stars of the Ottovik family." The winter was too short for us to pass before we could feel it. ”

"Oh...... That's a shame. Edward nodded with a smile, looking at Cosimo with some deep meaning in his eyes: "But the winter in Turin City is also not long. After the first snowfall, the warm sea breeze blows from west to east, and when the snow melts and the roads clear, nothing can stop the kingdom. ”

"Hehehehe......" Cosimo, who heard the threat in Edward's words, just sneered, and then naturally shook Edward's hand and showed a very grateful smile: "Of course, I have to thank you, if it weren't for your reminder, we wouldn't have reached an amicable agreement with Turin so quickly and maintained peace between the two sides." ”

"Not to mention, if it weren't for you that day, we might all be in the same place. Although after a while, Cosimo's expression was still a little afraid: "We are very willing to maintain our friendship with the Kingdom of Turin, but after all, after thirty years, I hope that through this meeting, all the previous unpleasantness can be written off!"

"Then I wish you a complete success on this trip. Edwardskin nodded slightly with a smile and pointed towards the promenade across the garden: "When I met Mr. Isaac Honan just now, he asked me to ask you to go back as soon as possible - it seems that there are still a few people who are still worried about the amount that the Kingdom of Dominica will share in terms of debt this time, and I hope you will go back as soon as possible to decide." ”

"A group of stingy traitors know that it's ...... to cry poor" Cosimo's face changed, and he inadvertently cursed a few words in Dominic language, and then quickly smiled at Edward: "I'm sorry Sir Edward, I'm a little out of shape." In that case, may I go back first, take care of this matter, and then come and visit this beautiful garden with you?"

"Of course, Lord Cosimo Ottovic, please don't be too formal—just think of it as your own garden, feel free. ”

"Thank you so much. As if he was forever worried that he would not be polite to others, the lord saluted Edward before turning and walking away quickly.

Smiling with his hands behind his back, he certainly understood Dominica, though only rudimentary—especially with a faithful little maid, but there were some skills that were not immediately necessary to show and could often be quite effective when inadvertently.

Apparently Mr. Isaac Hanan did not deceive himself, and the current situation of Dominica is not monolithic, and the position of the Otovík family is precarious, and they attach great importance to this peace agreement and the support of the Kingdom of Turin - as long as the Otovík family becomes the only Dominican ruler recognized by the Kingdom of Turin, then the other city-states will not dare to stand up against them easily.

The Kingdom of Turin could not have intervened in the civil war in Dominica for the sake of the Otovícs, but it could not recognize the newly established ruling family, and without Turin's grain exports and luxury trade, coupled with internal turmoil, any bird who came out of the board would face the fragmentation of the Dominica Kingdom - although they were not far from being divided.

On the other hand, if Turin had only declared war on the Bright Star City of the House of Otovík, the other Dominican city-states would have stood by and would have been happy to see them deflated, for example...... The Honan family overthrown by Otovik.

"Lord Edward. Little Goodwin, dressed as a squire, came running from the side and handed him a sealed note: "Just now there was a little boy in a torn cloak, and he said let me give this to you. ”

Little Goodwin looked at the smile on Edward's face after taking the note, and poked his chin with his index finger with some curiosity: "Are you planning something unspeakable?"

"I am saving the city of Turin from being occupied by a group of madmen and religious fanatics. Edward crumpled the note and replied with the corners of his mouth curled, "But you're right—this matter really can't be known to anyone else, can you keep it a secret for me, dear little Goodwin?"

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Little Goodwin smiled slyly, "I'm inviting you to lunch, and there are excellent ribs and warm wine at noon today." ”

“...... Very good. Edward smiled happily and patted little Goodwin on the head, "Go and get the kitchen to prepare more bread and cheese, I'm very hungry today!"

.............................. The bells of the Glorious Cross echoed on the holy hills, and although the snow was already everywhere, the fountain in the square outside the church still flowed with clear water. The calm on the hill was long gone—not the king's presence, but it was still an important thing for the church, since the one who came to pray was the only legitimate heir to the kingdom.

But for Anson, this so-called "prayer ceremony" was simply terrible, standing motionless like a puppet for at least two hours from beginning to end, and being "stopped and watched" by more than a hundred Turin nobles who came with him, there was simply no more stupid ceremony, more annoying than the lesson of the court ceremonial officer Bernard.

But this is what a king needs to do, so that the vast majority of people feel respected, let them see that His Majesty is guarding their faith and traditions - the words of Father Horace still echo in their ears, although Anson cannot fully understand, but father cannot lie to himself, so the real king should be like that.

As for the affairs of the emissary group, Anson had already left it entirely to Edward - in addition to setting an example, wouldn't a true king have to learn how to drive his vassals?

However, although it was a boring prayer service, Anson met a very interesting fellow - a priest from Fort Hague, who was said to be "fellow countryman" with Edward, and immediately aroused the curiosity of the little prince, who was only twelve and a half years old, and could not help but talk a little more with the priest named Weber Alexander, and even took him directly into the carriage, and talked to him non-stop along the way.

But for Master Nafario Brindis, he has no "curiosity" now, all "worrying", wearing a shabby dirty gray robe that only a servant has, and looking out of the attic window at the street anxiously: "Damn, the prayer service should have ended a long time ago, why hasn't the royal carriage come this way yet?!"

"The people at the temple said that His Highness Anson had a conversation with a priest, and he looked quite happy. Fres squatted next to him panting, and couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead: "His Royal Highness the Prince, he ......"

"Don't say anything about Your Royal Highness, in another two quarters of an hour there will be no Royal Highness Prince in this world, only the honorable Duke of Berion!" Nafario, who was a little impatient, couldn't help but scold: "Don't forget who you are standing here for-- crowning Horace back then was a serious mistake, and now it's time for us to set things right!"

"Then let the people below go now, they would never have imagined that there would be ...... outside the Radiant Cross Sanctuary"

"Are you crazy to stain the holy land of the Radiant Cross with filthy blood?!No upright Turinese would do that, and I wouldn't!" Nafario glared at him viciously: "What's more, the most important link this time is that we want to make the Dominicans the 'culprits', so that all the upright Turineans will stand up and bravely declare war on Dominica, and then the Duke of Berrion can lead the army of Hantu City into Turin City." ”

"If we don't assassinate Dominicans in the shopping streets, how are we going to ...... them?"

"Lord Nafario, it's not good!" a young man who was also wearing a torn cloak ran up the stairs below, and the violent shaking sound seemed to be the whole building trembling, and he pounced on Nafario anxiously: "The people outside the Radiant Cross Sanctuary can't help it, they take the lead in making a move!"

"What?!"