"Dean Benjamin... where is your Majesty?"
After communicating with the informant in the tavern, Duke Colin hurried over half an hour later, and the first thing he said was to ask about the whereabouts of the king.
"Don't worry, Duke." Benjamin smiled and said calmly, "Your Majesty is fine now. He has been staying in a safe place and is ready to return to the throne."
Duke Colin immediately asked: "Where is your Majesty? Can we see him?"
Benjamin smiled but said nothing.
Duke Colin was stunned when he saw this, and then he understood what this meant - the king is in Benjamin's hands, and the initiative is in Benjamin's hands. Under such circumstances, he has no right to ask Benjamin to do this or that.
Therefore, after a short silence, he spoke again: "So... what exactly are we going to do before you are willing to let His Majesty meet us?"
Benjamin nodded with satisfaction and said, "Actually, you don't have to worry. Let's do this. I have a batch of goods on hand now, waiting outside the Crusad gate. Within today, you can help me get them through. Don't let them pass. Anyone who sees what is inside, Your Majesty, will probably be willing to meet with Your Excellency.”
Duke Colin was a little confused when he heard this.
"...What do you plan to do?"
Benjamin smiled: "In a few days, you will naturally be able to see it with your own eyes."
Seeing this, Duke Colin couldn't help but feel a little frightened. He had heard a lot about Benjamin's deeds, and had even witnessed the terrifying sight of the giant water polo in the royal capital. The young man in front of me was frighteningly courageous. He never followed routines when doing things. It was impossible to predict what kind of plan he would have.
From the moment he disappeared with the king, the nobles realized that things were starting to get out of control. However, after rounds of discussions, they only thought that Benjamin would take the king as a hostage, negotiate privately with the church, and profit from it. Who would have thought that he seemed to have other plans
The most frightening thing is that judging from the conversation, Benjamin's plan seems to have already begun, but the nobles have sent out so many spies, but they haven't gotten the slightest hint of it.
What on earth is he going to do
"Well... you are not trying to smuggle a group of mages in, are you?" Thinking of this, Duke Colin smiled bitterly, "If this kind of thing gets too big, don't think we can still stand in the royal capital now. The church wants to punish us to death!"
"Don't worry, the goods are goods, and you will never be implicated in the end." Benjamin said slowly, "As long as you don't take the opportunity to peek and don't know what's inside, you won't get into trouble."
"... Of course."
In the end, Duke Colin nodded and agreed to Benjamin's request. Even in the Hori Kingdom, it is not uncommon to smuggle prohibited goods through joints. This kind of situation is difficult to trace back to the source. He really does not have to worry about getting into trouble.
But he was still worried about the king's condition.
"Master Dean, I will speak frankly. Now that you have His Majesty firmly in your hands, your purpose...is it really just to deal with the church?"
When Benjamin heard this, he laughed a few times and said, "Of course."
Duke Colin was still uneasy. Everyone has ambitions, especially if they hold the king hostage in their hands, it is not impossible to covet the throne. Once Benjamin has this idea, the Horli Kingdom may undergo unpredictable drastic changes...
"Your Majesty, Duke, do you think I am interested in those things?" Benjamin seemed to have seen through his thoughts and asked, "If I were willing, Icol and Carrites would already be mine. , will there be a situation like today?"
"...I'm just too worried."
In the end, Duke Colin could only nod and ended the hasty meeting.
There are still many questions in his mind, but Benjamin is obviously not interested in answering them one by one. He is already weak, where can he find the courage to continue asking? In order to get in touch with the king, he could only turn around and get busy with checkpoints.
As for the "Kingdom Army Mutiny" mentioned before, during this meeting, the two of them tacitly agreed not to mention it, just like Duke Colin never mentioned it at all in the beginning.
Benjamin also left the tavern, met the king and his two siblings, and hid in the uninhabited forest north of the royal capital.
"...Is it tomorrow?"
As night fell, the king sat by the bonfire, looking up at the stars leaking through the gaps in the tree crowns. His expression was complicated, with excitement mixed with a little wavering.
"Well, tomorrow night, they will put posters all over the streets as promised." Benjamin nodded and said, "People in the entire Hori Kingdom will see what a huge lie the so-called church is."
"But... people may not believe it."
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, the important thing is to let them know another possible truth. The process of awakening is always from ignorance to rejection, and finally to understanding the real world." Benjamin said slowly, "What's more... Your Majesty, Do you remember what every local leader looked like after seeing you? You have to believe that the energy you have is actually no worse than that of the church."
When the king heard this, he nodded and said nothing more.
At this moment, their preparations have been completed, and the only thing they need to do is to wait and wait for the stage where the whole thing will ferment.
at the same time.
"Phew... finally passed."
Outside the town of Crewe, huge caravans continued to move through the night. Boxes of sealed "goods" were loaded into the car. The leading mercenary rode on the horse, turned around and looked at the Crusad gate, breathed a sigh of relief, and said so.
"Hurry up, time is very tight." Next to him, another member of the academy's dark department urged, "This is an important order from the dean. Director Wallis has already divided the route. Next, we just need to split up. Just deliver it.”
The mercenaries nodded upon hearing this, stopped the entire caravan, took out the map from their bag, and quickly assigned their own routes. Ten minutes later, the huge caravan divided into nearly a hundred small teams, rushing towards various parts of the Horli Kingdom like countless ordinary and inconspicuous traders.
In fact, only a few of them know what they are transporting and who they are transporting to. But it doesn't matter, the dark department of the academy has placed informants all over the kingdom, and they will work with caravans on the streets to deliver batches of printed posters to the local people in charge.
Just like countless tiny gears spliced together, everything is connected invisibly. Tonight, the first gear begins to turn, and under the dark night, the first bell of this ancient religious country is gradually brewing.
"...What's going on?"
In Havenright, in the main hall of St. Peter's Cathedral, at this moment, more than a dozen bishops stood motionless with their heads lowered.
Grant had just returned from the Warcraft Mountains. He stood on the podium, looking at the people who were as silent as prisoners, his face as cold as the cold wind in December.