Blasphemy: 6 bets
Chapter 6 Gambling Fiore was stepping on the soft scarlet carpet.
His steps were uneven, and his strength varied from deep to shallow. Ordinary people would not notice these subtleties at all, but for a warrior whose strength is not far from the holy realm, this can only mean that his heart is not at peace.
Fiore's heart was beating fast, and his thoughts were confused. For him, a chaotic mentality is a big taboo, but Fiore no longer cares about so much.
Originally, even if he was upset, he should have suppressed it with all his strength. Because the tall man walking in front of Fiore at this moment is the leader of the Holy Knights, Blood Angel Augustus.
Fiore couldn't see through Augustus' strength, but knew that the Blood Angels would definitely see through his current state. As a warrior born in the temple, it is a bit unreasonable to be unable to control his emotions. Leaving such a bad impression on the Blood Angels will be very detrimental to Fiore's future promotion in the church or the Holy Knights. But power and status are nothing like clouds to Fiore today.
As long as the noble and elegant figure in front of him appeared in his sight, he could not control himself.
After receiving the approval of the Church of Light, Fiore and several colleagues from the Holy Temple joined the Bavarian army and temporarily served the principality. The other colleagues of the Holy Temple joined the army and followed Marshal Rochelio to fight against the three small principalities in the south of the principality. Only Fiore had no interest in military glory. He tried every means and finally got the task of protecting the Grand Duchess Catherine.
With the passage of time, the southern countries have gradually become aware of the powerful methods of this grand duchess.
The militant Principality of Bavaria has completely turned into a huge and terrifying war machine. However, even if the entire Rhine League land and several surrounding small principalities were annexed, the 400,000-strong army would still be too large for the Principality of Bavaria. What's more, in two months' time, the 300,000 new troops being trained will gradually step out of the training and onto the battlefield. The equipment, training, logistics, and supplies of the 700,000-strong army can easily overwhelm the entire principality. At this time, the principality has become a hungry beast. Since it cannot find enough food in its own territory, it must look for prey elsewhere.
Because there is such a ferocious beast around, all the countries around the principality, including the Dro Empire, one of the three great empires, have begun to recruit troops to prepare for war. The Principality of Bavaria is definitely going to war, but it's not yet known who it will burn the flames of war on.
As early as a few months ago, the war machine of the Principality of Bavaria was overwhelmed. If it were any other country, it would have collapsed. But Catherine managed to keep this war machine running with her unparalleled calculations, tactics, cold-bloodedness, and her unparalleled appeal in the principality.
No one knows what kind of mind lies behind her perfect and noble face. It seems that the entire principality, large and small, has been installed in her heart.
Therefore, protecting Grand Duchess Catherine is almost as important as protecting the Archduke of Bavaria. Catherine does not know any martial arts or magic, and she often has to inspect various parts of the principality, which is far more dangerous than the Grand Duke of Bavaria who is always among the army. Of course, in Fiore's heart, no one is more important than her.
Fiore watched Catherine work around the clock countless times; he watched her worry about insufficient military spending one moment, and then put on her most perfect smile to meet the young soldiers who were about to go to the front line the next moment. ; He watched her expressionlessly sign the hanging orders for dozens of people, and then cried alone when no one was around.
Fiore also heard many criticisms of this perfect, noble and cold-blooded Grand Duchess. Every time, he suppressed the urge to slash with his sword, because he felt that doing so would make Catherine's hard work in vain.
Fiore decided to endure the unfair accusations with Catherine, although she didn't know what she felt.
Every time he lay down on his hard bed, her perfect face would always appear in his mind. Fiore couldn't think about her, and when it hurt too much, he could only practice his sword crazily. But every time he swung his sword, he always felt that Catherine was watching her from behind him.
Having been Catherine's **** for several months, Fiore has not been able to say a few words to her. Catherine is always busy. When she is free, Fiore would rather give up the rare opportunity to talk to her in order to let her sleep a little longer. As the leader in this temple, Fiore has this confidence, and Catherine will not refuse to chat with him for a while.
He could feel that every time she looked at him, there was a kind of silent expectation and appreciation in her eyes.
For her, Fiore can endure anything.
Because he thought he was the only one who knew and understood Catherine.
Augustus led Catherine to the Pope's prayer room, turned around and said: "Dear Lady Catherine, His Majesty the Pope is already waiting for you."
Catherine smiled coquettishly. The charm of the most beautiful woman in the royal capital was extraordinary. Her smile bloomed like a spring flower, lighting up the entire corridor.
"It is such an honor to meet His Majesty the Pope in the prayer room!"
While maintaining her signature noble and elegant smile, Catherine lifted the hem of her long dress, and then... unexpectedly kicked open the door to the prayer room!
Fiore's mind went blank and he couldn't understand what was happening.
Even the pope sitting in the prayer room had a look of surprise on his face.
Beside the Pope sat MGM and Macbeth. They looked at Catherine and were completely unable to connect this woman, whose manners and manners were approaching perfection, with the rude behavior of kicking the door just now, not to mention she smiled so elegantly.
Catherine did not wait for the Pope's instructions, walked to a chair, and sat down. She greeted MGM and Macbeth with an elegance that made the hearts of two high-ranking angels flutter.
Even Lady Tiratemis, who is the most obsessed with aesthetics in the heaven, will like her very much, right? The two angels thought to themselves rather disrespectfully.
They have not yet noticed the changes quietly taking place in themselves.
"Dear Your Majesty the Pope," Catherine's charming smile always hides something formidable: "You promised the Principality of Bavaria's full support, are you ready? I am here today to thank the Pope. Your Majesty’s generosity.”
The Pope coughed, and finally managed to calm down his breathing. He said slowly: "Dear Lady Catherine, the Church of Light has sent members of the church for you. The mission of the Church of Light is to serve the Supreme God, and it is not convenient for us to intervene directly. A worldly war. But please rest assured, the noble Archduke of Bavaria is the chosen one who has received the miracle, and no one can stop his great cause."
Katherine chuckled a few times and said: "Page 717 of the oracle volume in the Holy Book of Light is very clear. The mission of the Church of Light is to spread the glory of the Supreme God. Spread and serve, numbers The difference, the gap is huge! Has the canon of the Church of Light just been revised? If it has not been revised, then I don’t understand why the principality has tried its best to fight the pagans and spread the faith of the Supreme God. Help from the Church of Light? If you think that there are only six Templars in total that can have an impact on the outcome of the war, then I can only say that I cannot understand your definition of help."
Augustus interjected: "Dear Lady Catherine, please note that the only person with the authority to interpret canons is His Majesty the Pope."
Catherine smiled and said: "The right to explain does not mean that you can talk nonsense. Okay, then I will listen to His Majesty the Pope's explanation."
It was quiet in the prayer room.
It was Catherine who broke the silence: "Okay! I will not seek an explanation from His Majesty the Pope. Now the principality is about to go to war with the Dro Empire. If we can get the help of the Church of Light, then the principality will have hundreds of thousands of warriors to protect it. Life! Dear Your Majesty the Pope, would you rather watch hundreds of thousands of the most devout believers of the Supreme God die?"
The Pope sighed and said: "Mrs. Catherine, I didn't mean to embarrass you. What God's eyes see is beyond what you and I can understand. When the time comes, I will naturally give you the help you need."
Katherine's smile became even more charming. She turned her delicate hand over and found a bright dagger in her hand.
No one moved during the prayer, because Catherine did not know martial arts at all, and no one would believe that she wanted to assassinate the Pope. Only Fiore exclaimed: "Catherine! What are you going to do! Put down the dagger, there is no way you can hurt His Majesty the Pope!"
But Catherine's dagger was aimed at her own chest!
Fiore's face turned pale. Regardless of his status, he stretched out his hand like lightning and snatched the dagger from Catherine's hand.
Katherine looked at Fiore with a smile, stretched out her left hand, and said: "Bring it here!"
Under her clear gaze, Fiore actually felt great mental pressure. He was completely unable to go against Catherine's iron will, so he could only hand the dagger back tremblingly.
Fiore suddenly smiled. Since he couldn't prevent her from committing suicide, he could still do it by dying with her.
Is this desperate madness called... love?
Katherine said softly: "Your Majesty the Pope, I don't care what God's eyes see, I only know that I cannot let hundreds of thousands of young warriors from the principality go to the battlefield like this to fight against the most powerful empire on the entire continent. The Dro Empire is fighting. At the same time, the Church of Light, which should be their biggest spiritual pillar and staunchest ally, is standing idly by! Your Majesty the Pope, it has been a whole year! How many times have I come to you in the past year? ? But what did you get in the end? Six Holy Temples, that’s it! Of course, Lord Augustus once led the Holy Knights to the front line to help in the battle, but they just walked around. If today, I can’t learn from you If I get help here, I will pierce my heart with this dagger. Because I really can't face so many young soldiers who will die on the battlefield."
The Pope opened his dim eyes and met Catherine's clear gaze.
For a long time, there was just silence.
Katherine continued her perfect and seductive smile as the dagger began to pierce her chest one by one.
Fiore thought he could watch Catherine commit suicide, but he couldn't.
Fiore's hands were extremely pale. His fingers trembled slightly, and the sword on his back began to dance lightly.
Finally, the Pope sighed and said: "Dear Lady Catherine, what kind of help do you need?"
Katherine smiled softly, pulled out the dagger, and gently threw it on the ground.
Between the tip of the dagger and her snow-white chest, there was a line of bright red blood.
"I need 20,000 holy knights!" Catherine said in shock.
Augustus frowned and said: "But there are only 15,000 holy knights near the principality at the moment. How can we allocate you 20,000? At most..." He glanced at the Pope and continued: "At most I can Five thousand holy knights are allocated to you."
"Then ten thousand!" Catherine smiled sweetly.
"Six thousand!"
"Eight thousand!"
Augustus said helplessly: "Okay, eight thousand! I will arrange it right away..."
"Wait!" Catherine stopped Augustus. The wound on her chest had not been treated, and blood was still slowly flowing out.
The blood slowly flowed through the snow-white chest muscles, so dazzling.
Katherine let the blood flow as if she didn't know the pain. She smiled and said: "I know that in addition to warriors and mages who specialize in combat, there are many members who are proficient in military strategy in the temple. The empire's army now has enough soldiers, but there are obviously insufficient generals. I need a hundred members who are proficient in military strategy. The church!"
"One hundred!" Augustus took a breath. The church has always been directly in the hands of the pope, and he has no decision-making power in the dispatch of church members. Blood Angel suddenly discovered that when asking for members of the temple, Catherine did not look at him at all, but only looked at the Pope.
The pope opened his sleepy eyes slightly and said: "There are only twenty such people in the church."
"Impossible!" Catherine smiled extremely charmingly and said: "Don't think that I don't know how many members there are in the church! Give me eighty, no less!"
"Twenty-five!" The Pope seemed to be more energetic again.
The hard bargaining that followed left Augustus stunned. The most proud members of the Church of Light are now like goods on the market, becoming the target of bargaining between the two parties.
It's just that the seemingly interesting process is filled with an increasingly **** atmosphere. The blood had soaked through Catherine's bra and began to seep down to the hem of her skirt. But the Pope turned a blind eye to the blood, and Catherine only thought that the blood was not her own.
"Forty! No more!" The Pope spit out his final trump card.
"Forty is forty! But add the two of them!" Catherine pointed at MGM and Macbeth with her slender fingers like spring onions.
This time, even the Pope's half-closed eyes opened. He coughed a few times and was about to object when he was interrupted by Catherine: "Anyway, the two adults have just descended from heaven. Since they want to get familiar with this world, , you might as well come with me. I guarantee that you will be able to experience more wonderful things in this world!"
Augustus's face was ashen. He never expected that Catherine would know about such a confidential matter between MGM and Macbeth. Where did this secret leak out?
His eyes suddenly fell on Fiore. Under that electric gaze, Fiore trembled slightly and turned pale.
Catherine glanced at Augustus with a smile and said: "Fiore is not to blame for this. He just knew that an angel had come to the church recently. I just saw these two adults who are unparalleled in their grace. They are definitely not in this world." So, they can sit next to His Majesty the Pope, so they took the risk and made a guess. So seriously, Mr. Augustus, your actions just now confirmed my guess!"
MGM and Macbeth looked at each other, and MGM smiled as gracefully as Catherine: "I think it must be a very interesting thing to experience the world with Lady Catherine."
Now that MGM and Macbeth have agreed, the Pope will no longer object.
Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Catherine stood up and saluted the Pope. Then a flash of paleness passed over her face, and she fell softly.
At this night in the imperial capital Richelieu, there was already a bit of bone-chilling chill.
Bah! The emperor closed the painting in front of him and dropped it heavily to the ground.
Roger stood aside humbly. He is not far away from the emperor. With the boss in charge, the emperor will not be accidentally hurt when the wrath of the goddess of nature is activated. It's just that Rogge felt that the old manager's ability should be more than that. From the moment he stepped into the emperor's study, there was no sign of the goddess of nature's anger breaking out. Although the goddess's divine power erupts from time to time, it has never happened before that there was no movement for such a long time. It seems that the goddess's divine power has been suppressed by a mysterious force.
Rogg quietly looked at the majestic imperial palace and felt that there were still too many secrets hidden in the Asrofic Empire that he didn't know.
"Didn't you already arrange to ambush Frederick on the way? Why did you send this painting over? Are you deliberately trying to anger me?" the emperor said with a sullen face.
Rogge immediately replied: "Frederick has seen through our ambush and has fled back to the Tide Legion. Your Majesty, we are worried that he will incite the soldiers of the Tide Legion to follow him in rebellion. Too many people have been damaged in the internal fighting in the empire. There are so many warriors. These warriors should die on the battlefield, not in the internal fighting among their own people! After all, Lord Straw was loyal to the empire. He resolutely gave up his belief in the goddess of nature and lifted his relationship with the Druids. Alliance. But Frederick is the most loyal believer of the goddess of nature. After we overthrow the City of Clouds and Nights, he will never compromise with us. We send this painting because we hope that your majesty can know what Frederick secretly wanted to do. Hidden evil intentions. The Tide Legion, one of the three major legions of the empire, can no longer suffer losses because of Frederick's personal unwillingness to admit defeat."
The emperor pondered for a long time, looked at Rogge and said: "I heard that you were possessed by the magic of the Fury of the Sky and now you can't protect yourself. Why don't you try to protect yourself and still actively participate in the political struggle? ? What is your plan!"
Rogg knelt down on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Although I am not a stranger to the empire, I have always been loyal to the empire! If I have a plan, it is to expand the empire's territory to the south. Let the empire's cavalry run across the territory of the two great empires of Austria-Hungary and Dro! And my personal selfish ambition is to find a position in the army of the southern expedition. You know, the Tide Legion is the most elite force in the empire One of the legions, the enemies facing the southeastern front of the empire are far less difficult to deal with than the Dark Forest and the Dwarf Empire. However, as a famous general of the empire, Frederick has made no achievements on the southeastern front for several years. If he said that he had no intention, how could it be possible? ?"
The emperor stood with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the flickering magic lights on the top of the palace, and remained silent for a long time.
Roger knelt on the ground and said nothing.
I don’t know how long it took, but the emperor sighed heavily and said: "Preach my will..."
The old manager walked up slowly, spread out his paper and pen, and began to record.
"The order...Frederick commits suicide immediately...the specific decree, Sarah Wenluo, just watch and write it down! I'm tired, you all go down!" The emperor's tone was full of helplessness and heavyness. ~IndoMTL.com~ The old manager led Rogge slowly outside the hall. He suddenly said calmly: "Master Rogge, you must serve the empire wholeheartedly from now on! Marshal Frederick and the emperor have been the emperor's closest friends since they were young."
Roger was startled and felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart. Frederick had no knowledge of this secret relationship with the Emperor, but Pompey and Alexander had no reason not to know. Could it be that after being angered by the inexplicable goddess of nature, my usefulness in their hearts has disappeared, so they allowed me to advise the emperor to get rid of Frederick?
In this way, the unhappiness in the emperor's heart will naturally be directed at Rogge. When Rogge's magic attacks and dies, the emperor's anger will naturally dissipate. At that time, Pompey and Alexander would come forward to take over the ownerless Tide Legion, and the military power of the entire empire would fall into their hands.
From the perspective of the Asrofic Empire, there is nothing wrong with this situation. Pompey and Alexander were very loyal to the imperial family. They were ruthless and used their troops like gods. The Tide Legion fell from the hands of the merciful Frederick to their hands. Only the countries surrounding the southeastern front of the empire should be panicked.
But from the fat man's perspective, this situation is deeply inappropriate. He had been planning for a long time just for the moment when he could return to the south. Now that the gambling game is just exciting, how can there be no place for him in the game?