The wedding was supposed to be a scene filled with joy and happiness, but the threat of war brought by the uninvited guests cast a thick cloud over the atmosphere.
The guests were still holding their glasses, looking at the newlyweds on the stage, with sadness hidden in their smiles.
Eleanor's face was also very ugly (although this did not detract from her beauty). After all, even a girl with the best temper could not stand having her only wedding in her life messed up like this.
However, Ask soon grabbed her hand wrapped in a white silk glove and said with a smile:
"Go on."
These words seemed to have great power, and Eleanor was immediately revived and showed a happy and sweet smile again.
"Well then." Archbishop Germania sighed, adjusted his brown glasses, and continued to hold the classics and asked, "Mr. Ask Lepius Achilles, are you willing to..."
Before he finished speaking, a woman suddenly walked in from the hole in the church door and shouted:
"That's enough! Stop it now!"
The Imperial Knights rushed forward, but stopped the moment they saw each other's faces, hesitated, and huddled together:
The person who broke in from outside the church turned out to be Otto II's eldest daughter, Eleanor's sister, Bishop Adelaide, who should have been in the Vatican.
"Adelaide?" Eleanor on the stage turned around in surprise.
"Eleanor, stop." Adelaide put her hands in the pockets of her white coat and walked over calmly, ignoring the imperial knights on both sides. "Don't betray the Saint's trust in you."
The guests present were instantly shocked. If the military threat from the Northern Empire was like a flying axe, then the orders and accusations from the Holy Lady were more like a sharp knife stabbing into the chest—both the negative impact and the actual harm were more serious than the former.
"What kind of betrayal is that?" Eleanor asked coldly, "Do you mean trying to snatch your best friend's fiancé? Or do you mean letting your own sister break into your own sister's wedding and prevent her from getting married?"
"The Saint asked me to tell you that before Mr. Ask became your fiancé, you had promised to meet him after his return. The Saint has been waiting for ten years for this." Adelaide sighed, "The Saint said that she doesn't hate you for this. In fact, as long as you release Mr. Ask to the Church, the matter will end there."
In the guest seats, three organization cadres from Earth looked at each other silently and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.
On the way from Swabia to Aachen, it was undoubtedly a very dangerous thing for them to try to avoid the eyes and ears of the surrounding escorts and deliver the secretly written anonymous letter to the priests of the nearby parish.
However, Comrade Mao Zhongwei has rich experience in this regard. In the past, he hid and transported documents containing secret information under the strict supervision of the Consulate in Houston, USA, avoiding the illegal search by the US Intelligence Agency.
As for whether the priest who received the anonymous letter would report it to the higher authorities and finally to Miss Nora, this was beyond their control. Fortunately, everything went well.