Heinrich seemed to be awakened from unknown thoughts by Ambalo's words, but this trance look only appeared on his face for a short moment. When Ambalo looked again, he could no longer see that he had just Fascinated by the traces of rose bushes.
"You bought personal property in the Brest district."
Heinrich turned his attention to his blood brother who was too low-key.
For a moment, Ambalo felt that the lid of the sky was opened, and a ladle of ice water was poured in. His face lost its color in an instant, and the half-bowed back joints were all rusted to death.
After a long time, he slowly relaxed the muscles in his lower back: "It's just a small printing factory."
"You accepted Rodriguez's entrustment to print for him the pamphlets that lit the gallows fire in the Pope's country, in exchange for the eldest son Arthur's exemption from conscription."
"I don't think I need to report everything to the family."
"You're helping a family enemy."
"That's your family, not mine." Ambalo tightened the lines on his cheeks without trying to remedy it. From the relocation of the property to the conclusion of the deal with Archbishop Rodri, in order to prevent being discovered, every step was completed by himself, and he walked carefully.
But obviously, his self-righteous caution was a joke in front of Heinrich.
"That's why you asked me to come?" Ambalo calmed down for a while, "Don't hurt my family, I swear I didn't do anything to endanger the family, I just..."
"You're just struggling with the last name."
Heinrich filled in the words for him.
Ambalo's pupils constricted instantly, and at this moment, he felt that everything in him was cut open.
He can calmly call his blood brother "Master", and he can calmly act as an incompetent person that no one looks down on, but it is because he looks at the people of this family with some kind of condescending pity and contempt. Watching them swarm like maggots on carrion, swarming for dirty blood.
But in fact, the condescending superiority he has maintained for so many years has been clearly seen by others.
All the superiority instantly turned into another kind of ridicule, and the self-esteem built on the basis of this superiority was about to be shattered and peeled off.
"You're not like a member of the Heinrich family." The other party said calmly.
Ambalo's cheeks twitched as if being stabbed by a needle. He has heard similar words many times, and most of the eyes that focus on him will always end with such a sentence. The one that pierced the deepest in the long time came from his father—he tentatively asked his father if Otto was unwilling to inherit the family...
The following words automatically disappeared in old Heinrich's emotionless eyes.
— don't even think about it.
said old Heinley grimly.
— There is only one heir to the Heinrich family, the one I am most proud of.
Well, Anbalo was calmer than he imagined for this answer, he just thought with a kind of maliciousness that surprised himself, let's see if the heir who makes you the most proud can make you proud, and him? He didn't have to have the surname "Heinrich".
"Neither do you, it's a pity you have to be Heinrich."
Ambalo grabbed his sharpest weapon and yanked it out.
As soon as the words blurted out, Ambalo regretted it. The sudden coldness in his elder brother's eyes made him shudder and shudder, and he knew what was going on... He bypassed the overlapping past events, and precisely touched something that should never be touched.
For a moment, Ambalo was enveloped in killing intent and couldn't move.
When he was almost convinced that Heinrich would definitely kill him, the other party looked away.
"Archbishop Rodriguez is on fire. You sent Haiwei to St. Mary's Abbey. The abbot's sponsor, the Marquis Brett, is really working for St. Trefus II." He said flatly, "He is Ordered to search for who violated the ban and printed those books."
Ambalo fell into an ice cave.
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"The Marquis Brett has unfortunately fallen off his horse."
Cardinal Castel lowered his head and cautiously reported the bad news to Pope St. Trefus II.
"Who did it?"
"I've confirmed it, it's an accident." Cardinal Castel said something that even he didn't believe it.
The death of the Marquis of Brett interrupted the clues to trace the "Blood Circulation and Rediscussion of the Doctrine", which means that someone still extended his hand to the Papal State—is it Root? Or Roland? Or Jager? unknown. But Cardinal Castel hoped that the Pope would believe this reason—he really didn't want to see a second wave of purges. Too much dissatisfaction had been accumulated by St. Treves' actions to restore the Church to "Holiness".
People in the Pope City were panicked, and Cardinal Castel had to worry about it.
"Accident?" repeated St. Treves II, crossed his fingers, leaned back on the high back of the Pope's chair, and sat for a while without saying a word.
Cardinal Castel's heart rose instantly.
"How's the situation on Sengley Island?"
Hearing that the Holy Father was willing to pass over this topic, Cardinal Castel's hanging heart was finally relieved, and he immediately replied: "Dalton captured Senglei Island, Roland and Root's military supplies have been transferred there, the fleet Repairs are taking place in the port, but there is no sign of a decisive battle at sea. Orsis and John VI should be more inclined to negotiate and sign a treaty. As for Queen Adele... "
Cardinal Castel paused, hesitating to organize his words.
"No one found out what her attitude was."
"Negotiation? Peace treaty?"
He smiled slightly and shook his head.
"Don't you want them to negotiate?" Cardinal Castel asked in a low voice.
"Why should I let the Lord's enemies sit down and talk pleasantly?" St. Trefus II asked back, "Root, Roland, Jager... plus a free commercial city," his expression flashed a gloomy, "They all stretched out their hands, entangled in the majesty of God, and became more and more presumptuous. When they reach an agreement, the next target is not us, who will it be? Now the sea of the kingdom of heaven is about to boil, our enemy Will cook myself, and whoever cools the fire, I will chill his blood first."
"However," Cardinal Castel boldly said, "Siul is mobilizing the army. If the believers of the Lord kill each other, we may not be able to deal with the attacks of the heretics."
"Do you think there is anyone who is willing to defend the holy city sincerely?" the Pope asked harshly, "My dear Cardinal Castel, have you forgotten that our good kings during the last Sioule expedition What have our troops done in the name of 'rescue'?"
Cardinal Castel's face changed slightly following the Pope's words.
That was the greatest shame in the history of the church. In the fourteenth century, because of the Black Death, the church was unable to bear the power of the Knights Templar and other church armed forces. The pope at that time disbanded most of the church troops, and in the latter part of the 14th century, when Siul attacked the Holy City, the secular king's army that was summoned by the pope looted the territory of the papal state in turn. Many holy images, relics of saints and other relics are still majesticly placed in the churches of Jager, Root and other countries.
The relationship between the church and the monarchs has always been like this. They are on guard against each other, showing their fangs and slowly confronting each other.
"Even with the support of Prince Arthur, the warriors in Xiule are still difficult to get used to firearms. It is a dream to build a large-scale gunpowder factory on the grassland in a short period of time. In addition, Xiule is not good at naval warfare. The sea and the Mercury Sea will become strong barriers on both sides of us, and with the fortress in the northwest, we can completely hold on." St. Trefus II calmly pointed out, "In addition, the head of the Knights of the Hospital has been ordered to send an envoy to Dongwu. Le—they won’t just sit back and watch Xiul win. We just need to hold out until autumn, when Xiul’s food and grass can’t be supplied, and then those heretics can retreat on their own.”
Speaking of this, the coldness in his expression made Cardinal Castel shiver.
"Then what is the use of those monarchs?"
Cardinal Castel opened his mouth, unable to refute for a while.
"They will just bite off the fat from the territory of the gods while we are tired of dealing with Sioule." St. Telefus II stood up, the candle flame flickered, casting a tall shadow, his voice was abrupt and cold Standing up, as loud as the church bell, "The only thing that can guard us is our own sword, and the rest are nothing but coveted enemies. Let them kill each other. Only after the blood is shed, the lamb will know its own way back." .”
"The sea of heaven must boil, and if it is to be stilled, throw flint."
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The Queen was sitting brooding in the dim light when Lady Carey entered.
The young silver-haired queen wore a dark red coat on her shoulders, and the diamond brooch on it faintly shone. Courtiers and emissaries came and went like a torrent these days, but to their disappointment, the Queen was a seasoned politician despite her young age. Whether it is the main combat faction, the main peace faction, or spies from other countries, it is difficult to get any answers from her. On that delicate face, there is always an elegant but elusive smile.
In the words of Messenger Root, "She makes you feel close, but otherwise you get nothing."
Mrs. Kelly lighted the candle for the Queen, and she noticed that the Queen folded her hands on her belly and stared at the flame motionlessly with a serious expression.
"They're waiting for your opinion."
Thanks to the queen's intentional training, Mrs. Kelly is not just a court lady.
During the period when Archbishop Rodri left the palace and went to Rose Strait, Mrs. Kelly took over a large part of the spy chief's work in a low-key manner. The delicacy and intuition of women play an advantage that people have never noticed before. With the help of years of palace management experience, Mrs. Kelly quietly compiled the things leaked by the upper-class ladies and maids after dinner into this book. Zhang intelligence network.
The Queen is also interested in developing her political talents.
"What do you think?" she asked kindly.
"Of course I hope it can end here," Mrs. Kelly replied bluntly, "but I know that you don't want to talk about peace, and His Majesty Orsis prefers a peace treaty and war. His brother is making trouble, and he must Careful enough. If negotiated, John VI will give Root more benefits - to break our alliance. We have been preparing for this war for too long, and the mere recapture of Sengley Island is not enough to make up for our losses — Root sees that too.”
"This is the country." The queen smiled at Mrs. Kelly. "We should always weigh the best interests. Friends at this time are enemies at other times."
"We can refuse to negotiate."
"No," the Queen shook her head lightly, "Roland alone is not enough to ignite the sea of heaven."
"So are you waiting?" Mrs. Kelly seemed to understand.
The Queen nodded.
A carrier pigeon emerged from the darkness under the night sky. Mrs. Kelly hurried forward to open the window, and removed the letter from the pigeon's leg. She turned to look at the Queen.
"Let's dismantle it." The Queen said gently, "The news we've been waiting for should arrive."
Mrs. Kelly spread out the letter.
Even though she was already mentally prepared, she still couldn't help showing a look of astonishment when she saw the news sent in secret language from above.
— St. Trefus II issued a great excommunication to John VI.