From the confirmation of the convening of the Congress to the convening of the Congress, there are a lot of preparations required in the middle - the Queen's writ must be sent to the capital by a courier, the MPs have to come from all over the place, and the clerks must draft the relevant bills early, not to mention the turbulent undercurrents in private game of...
In short, this period of time was enough for two strange "guests" to come from the port of Cohemia.
"I bet that guy Dalton must be interested in Her Majesty the Queen."
A carriage drove into the city gate of Roland's capital, the curtain was lifted, and the window was pulled open by a slender hand wrapped in cloth strips. The hand rested on the window lattice and danced briskly, knocking out the sound familiar to the pirates. drumbeat.
"Yeah… "
Weird, as if the sound of rusty gears driving a clockwork sounded.
On the left side of the carriage sits a man with dark red hair, wearing a wide-brimmed black hat, his eyes hidden in the shadow of the brim, and wearing a long black coat with brass buttons. People dressed like him usually appear in theater troupes as magicians. His lips were pursed tightly as he answered a clown doll with a big smile on his shoulder.
The chief mate of the famous "Raven" pirate group in the port of Kehemia is such an adventurous businessman who calls himself a "magician".
A freak that makes the members of the pirates stand on end.
And the captain of the "Raven" who can make this kind of freak the first mate is the "crazy" in Dalton's eyes.
"Ah—a knight in love—"
The neurotic captain stretched out his voice, chant in the tone of a bard, and then burst out laughing.
The sun shone into the carriage and shone on this guy. He was wearing a white shirt with a loose neckline and a dark brown vest outside. His long legs were casually erected, and a sword was hanging from his waist Gauntlets with vines winding upwards. He changed into more normal clothes, but with just one glance, people could still see the unruly and unruly spirit unique to pirates.
Despite this, his healthy wheat-colored face is unexpectedly handsome, his black hair is tied back, only a few strands are scattered randomly on his shoulders, his eyebrows are very dark, his tail is slightly raised obliquely, and straight people's hearts. The dark brown eyes occasionally have a bright color like burning coals in the sun.
There is no doubt that he is definitely the kind of villain that people love to hate.
The notorious captain of the Raven Pirates is neither the one-eyed muscular man nor the child-eating beard. His full name is Saran Dray, and he is a villain who spends his days with strong drinks.
It's also a complete neuropathy.
Saran blew a light and naughty whistle, crumpled Dalton's letter into a small ball, threw it from the left like a clown's colored ball, and caught it from the right.
"I made a decision-"
A nasty smile appeared on Captain Raven's face. If this was at sea, the sailors who saw this smile would know that their captain was going to do some "passing the time" tricks again.
"I'm going to see the beauty who made that fool Dalton go crazy."
"We... didn't we just... came to see... her..."
The smiling clown on the magician's shoulder opened and closed his jaw, making a slow sound.
When Saran flipped his hands, the ball of paper disappeared from his hands, and the long legs with boots were retracted. He said cheerfully, "No, no, this is different. Before I kneel on the cushion to receive the olive branch from the Queen of the Empire, I have to meet her first. What kind of person is she—Nightingale of the Tower? Or something."
The magician finally raised his eyes, his dark green eyes were as deep as an ancient well in the shadows: "Don't make trouble, and don't make trouble..."
trouble me.
As soon as the sound of words appeared in the air, the carriage shook slightly.
It just passed the corner of the alley, and the person who was sitting in the carriage jumped out of the window lightly and nimbly at this instant. Saran rolled in the dust, and then quickly stood up. He threw out the grappling hook and stretched his body, like a cheetah suddenly awakened from a resting state.
In a few breaths, he climbed up the stone wall and disappeared from the eyes of the magician.
The clown puppet on the shoulder of the magician closed its mouth.
... ... ...
Saran Dray, the current leader of the Raven Pirates, has a bounty of up to 20,000 gold coins.
But at this moment, he was swaggering through the heart of the Roland Empire. When he stepped on special soft boots and galloped across the roof, he looked like a low-circling raven. The wind blew Saran's unbuttoned brown vest, and they spread out like wings in the wind. He skillfully threw out the claw-like grapple, and leaped from one building to another in the gap that passers-by couldn't detect. on a building.
More than once he had broken into the Admiral's mansion so ostentatiously, and plucked the fools' swords from their bedroom walls.
- Now the matching sword is hanging on his waist.
The idea of meeting the Queen Roland who was willing to cooperate with them in advance was just a whim, but when it happened, it became extremely tempting.
Even the pirates at sea know the rumor that the queen is blessed by God.
In the daily jokes of the pirates, they also said that it would be great if they could steal the God-blessed queen from the tower—as a pirate, a guy born with the storm, I really hope that I can be like the queen. Can ride the storm.
Saran thought about this matter seriously with his own logic, and felt a little moved.
——That is the rumored imperial rose that is unparalleled in the world!
Is not such a living god more pleasing to the eye than a wooden figurehead
"God save the queen!"
He gave a merry cry into the wind, and disappeared on another tower before passers-by looked up.
The guards of the summer palace are Dalton's subordinates, and they are patrolling dutifully, but there is always a gap between the patrols. Seizing these intervals, Saran nimbly entered the palace. However, the palace was too big, and it was difficult to find out where the queen's room was.
Saran thought for a while, and hid in a corridor.
A hapless guard got a thump on the back of the head as he walked by.
A few minutes later, a black-haired guard came out openly.
……………
Accompanied by Archbishop Rodriguez, Adele walked through a long corridor.
As the archbishop walked, he reported to the queen the specific situation of the property of the Saint Lorraine monastery confiscated some time ago.
Before compiling the relevant documents, he had personally read them all, and the more he looked at these things, the more angry and regretful he felt. As the queen had previously pointed out, the Saint-Lorraine abbey had become a carrion piece of the empire. If it were not for this major cleansing, it would continue to erode.
"The real estate under the name of 113 monasteries has a total of 1,317 hectares of land." Archbishop Rodri said, "The source of land for seventy-five monasteries violated the empire's law on church land. laws, and some that they 'bought' from farmers."
Adele frowned slightly, listening to Archbishop Rodrik's report.
As the oldest feudal class in the empire, the amount of land owned by the church has been expanding, and she also knows that the way these monasteries expand their land may not be so "bright". But it is still hard not to get angry about it when it is really summed up.
"What a bunch of dutiful saints."
she sneered.
Archbishop Rodri couldn't help but feel ashamed, but he still had to continue reporting: "Some nobles hope to get back the land they donated to the monastery."
"Take it back?" Adele laughed angrily, "Yes, let them exchange their heads."
When she was angry, it was as if flames danced in her rose-colored eyes, and the decisive and murderous look revealed in her soft tone made her feel chilling, but also endowed her with a unique charm.
Archbishop Rodrik looked away from her face, feeling in his heart that those people deserved to be thrown to the guillotine.
While talking, they turned a corner, and a guard with a sword walked up to them. Seeing them, the guard immediately stepped aside respectfully, but did not bow his head.
As they passed, the archbishop cast a casual glance at the guard.
The next moment, his Hidden Blade slipped out suddenly, piercing the guard's throat like lightning.