Dust of History Chapter 3: Means

Asa walked towards the duke's mansion with the appointment document given to him by Bishop Ronnies just now in his arms.

Although he is still wearing the dirty robe that Sandro gave him, he is now an inspector authorized by the Bishop himself.

Of course, this is not an official in the true sense, there is no such position in the bureaucracy of the empire. To put it bluntly, he can only be regarded as a clergyman sent by the bishop to inspect various places in the church.

But if you want to put it more vividly, he is the imperial envoy of the bishop, and he has the right to direct all church affairs wherever he goes. Bishop Ronnies probably didn't think about asking him to really command any church affairs, and it could be seen that he had no such interest at all. He just hoped that the deterrent effect of this official title would make it more convenient for him to act locally.

What are the benefits of such a position? Asa thought. He never thought about what kind of position he would have to command anyone, never thought that he would be in an official career and have power. It's not the kind of people who don't think about it because they can't count on it, but like cattle and sheep who see dogs gnawing on their bones, they have no interest at all. When Bishop Ronnies said that he would grant it to him, he really wanted to say that he didn't believe in any **** at all, and he didn't want to be a priest, but he didn't dare to say it.

But since we already have such a power, we have to consider the pros and cons of this. Even if it was just a priesthood of the church, it would probably be very powerful in practice.

If you want to come to eat, you don't have to worry about it. If you go to a local town, you can go to the church to make a living, and you don't have to lie hungry in the tavern like in Airi. After thinking for a long time, Asa only came to this conclusion. Probably this thing is not considered complete waste.

Go to the Duke's Mansion now to find out Chris's whereabouts, and then set off immediately. I don't know where the dead woman went to. If it is too far away, it will be difficult. Now there is no place to borrow travel expenses. I also forgot to state the financial difficulties to the bishop just now, it is impossible to go back and ask for money now. Thinking of the trusting eyes and attitude of the bishop, Asa immediately felt that even if he had to crawl, he would have to crawl to Chris to get the book back.

Could it be borrowed from Lord Duke? How to speak? There is nothing to mortgage this time... Asa walked back to the Duke's mansion while thinking wildly.

Even the servants of the Duke's Mansion have a bit of the duke's deep aura of being neither surprised nor angry. Although I saw Asa being picked up by the bishop's carriage just now, he was not frightened by the meaning implied by this treatment, and still asked him to wait at the door.

The duke personally came out to greet him. Of course, there is still a very pure smile on the face, no matter how observant or not, people will never feel that there is the slightest impurity in it.

Asa didn't ask questions about Chris immediately in a hurry. The bishop said that this matter must be handled naturally, without the slightest trace. Ask if you can’t open your mouth, like to mention it casually in the chat, and then pretend to wake up suddenly, saying that you have something taken away by Chris, it is something you need now, and you must get it back as soon as possible.. ...he was brewing in his mind his acting skills which he was not good at.

"Xiaoyi should feel better, right?" Asa started the topic.

"I still haven't woken up, but my complexion has improved a lot, and it seems that I just fell asleep. I think it's better to let her rest by herself, and he will wake up naturally when it's time to wake up. You want Want to see her?"

"No, forget it, let her have a good rest."

After a moment of silence, Asa found that his language was really stretched when dealing with people. He was a little anxious.

The Duke can now be sure that Asa does not have any mysterious behind-the-scenes identity.

As a master of masters in the officialdom, a master of communication and entertainment, the way the Duke speaks to everyone, his temperament, the meaning expressed in every subtle action, represents the person's living environment, education, mood, Even the ability and character can be clearly distinguished, just like the old butcher can grasp the vitals of the blood of the animals under the knife at a glance. This is the unique vision of every expert who has honed skills into art in his own way.

The behavior of this young man is indeed the same as he judged two months ago, and he has not experienced the roughness of power and rules. The bishop should only have a personal relationship with him. This is better, the relationship of interests will change with the changes of interests, and only personal feelings can be long-term and reliable. If you can't win the Bishop, then winning someone who is very fond of the Bishop is also a great gain. The most important thing is that this young man has been holding a piece of news that is threatening to him. Although he has already dealt with it two months ago, it would be perfect if he turned him into someone on his side. .

"Young man, would you like to chat with me in the study?" The Duke's way of dealing with people is his unique art, and he is not in a hurry to reveal his true intentions, making everything look so natural. He had just let Clovis leave the Duke's mansion, and it was only convenient for them to communicate with each other when they were facing each other alone.

"Okay." Asa nodded hastily.

Come to the Duke's study. Asa was a little surprised by the bookshelves and books in the room, and then developed a feeling of admiration for the Duke. People who don't read very much have an inexplicable respect for those who can read very well.

"I really don't know how to express my gratitude to you," the Duke held Asa's hand, his tone and expression matched perfectly. "You have saved my daughter over and over again, and I will repay this kindness no matter what."

Asa felt embarrassed instead. He shook his head and stammered: "This is what I should do... No, it's not a big deal... It's just that Xiaoyi is my friend..."

"Tell me, no matter what it is, as long as I can do it, I will try my best to help you achieve it." The Duke sincerely expressed his gratitude. "If you are interested in developing your career, I will give you my full support. With your talent, you will surely be able to rise to the top. Although I know that this way of thanking you is really tacky, but I can't think of other ways."

"No, I'm not interested in these."

That's the expected answer. He knew the young man's personality early on. The Duke pretended to sigh and said: "Young man, you probably haven't really lived in this world. In this world composed of human relationships and systems, power is the most useful and indispensable thing. something."

"Maybe you are still too young, just when you are full of vigor and want to go out into the world on your own, ignoring the world's fame and fortune. It's the same as when I was young." The Duke patted Asa's shoulder with emotion, and let out a sigh A real laugh. "I like your personality very much." If you want others to regard you as a friend, then you must first treat others as a friend.

The Duke seemed to chat with Asa casually out of immediate interest. There is no trace of deliberate friendship in the words, and the intimacy and interest can be expressed just right. Expressions, tone of voice, content of words, relaxation and tension are mixed into a subtle momentum, fully expressing what the Duke wants others to feel. No matter who it is, chatting with such a person is a very pleasant thing.

This is just a foreshadowing. As long as people have a good impression, you can gradually move forward, and then you can see the other person's personality preferences and even desires, and you will have the opportunity to establish a deeper emotional connection. Everything must be carried out naturally, once others see your intentions, it will only be counterproductive. It was a fine art, but it was also the duke's forte.

However, Asa didn't feel much about the Duke's wonderful performance. He kept thinking about how to ask the Duke about Chris.

The Duke was about to deepen the topic further, when suddenly a rush of footsteps interrupted his train of thought. A servant ran into the study.

The Duke is well aware of the quality of the servants in his mansion, he has already ordered that they are not allowed to approach the study, and if this servant dares to rush in in such a panic, it will only be a very serious incident. He frowned and asked, "What happened?"

The servant wanted to go up to the Duke's ear and report it quietly, but the Duke waved his hand: "Just say so." Naturally, Asa couldn't feel alienated under such circumstances.

"Just now there was news from a fast horse that Miss Chris's caravan was ransacked at the western border, and Miss Chris was also taken as a hostage for a ransom."

The duke's complexion changed slightly. Surprised and happy.

Hearing that one's daughter has been kidnapped, anyone will be shocked. But he immediately saw that Asa's face became more serious than his, and he almost turned pale with fright. He was immediately overjoyed again.

The big-eared monsters are nothing but cowards who are only interested in profit. They should not dare to harm a duke's daughter indiscriminately. And this obviously involuntary panic is a far more valuable thing.

He was surprised, indicating that he cared, and he cared, which means there is a place to start.

This is really good news that came just in time.

At this time, Clovis was in the residence of his uncle, the Prime Minister.

He usually hates coming here. Although the head of the Erni family has always been his father, since the new emperor ascended the throne and appointed his uncle as prime minister two years ago, there have been rumors in the family that a new head will be elected.

Just now, after His Excellency the Duke hurried back on horseback from outside, he said he wanted him to avoid it for a while.

He knows what duke means. He also saw Asa being picked up by the bishop's carriage just now, and the Duke could see that he hated Asa very much, so he told him to avoid it so as not to get in the way.

He is very clear that this is necessary in communication, and he should really walk away, but he is still very angry. This shows that in the Duke's eyes, he is not as important as that person in some respects. Now his hatred of Asa has risen to a kind of hostility.

He walked into a room. He immediately saw the big bed in the middle. The position of this bed was very prominent, as if he was afraid that others would not know that this room was used for sleeping.

This bed is big enough for ten people to sleep on it, and the high-grade fabric used on the bed requires a hundred ordinary people to work for a year to afford it. It is stuffed with cotton and goose down, so it must be very comfortable to sleep on.

Clovis would never sleep in such a bed. He feels that once a person rests too comfortably, his fighting spirit will loosen and his spirit will slack off. And spending energy on these enjoyments is undoubtedly a symbol of waste.

But even if it is waste, as long as it is used properly, it can still play a considerable role.

The waste on the bed was lying naked among several women who hung a few silks, and was a little surprised to see Clovis come in. "It's really a rare visitor, I haven't seen you for a long time." There was an iron frame on his face, because his face bone was broken two months ago, and he hasn't fully healed until now.

He pinched the women next to him and pointed to Clovis. "This is the most promising and capable busy person among the younger generation in our family. He is busy with state affairs and other serious affairs all day long. Who of you has the ability to put him to bed and then come back and tell me he I will be rewarded for what it was like when I was up there." Then he looked at Clovis and winked flirtatiously. "Do you want to try it? They are very good at kung fu."

"Wow, is it really possible? You are so handsome." Several women looked at Clovis as if they were looking at a crisp apple, and laughed ambiguously.

Clauvis didn't even look out of the corner of his eye to give it away. To him, those bodies were just as boring as pork on the chopping board. He stared blankly at the face under the iron frame and said, "I'm here to tell you something. The guy who hurt you last time is back."

The trash bounced off the pillow and the bed, and roared: "Really? I'm looking for him everywhere. Call me." Stare at Clovis. "Why did you tell me this? You told me last time. It's not you who wants to deal with him."

It seems that at least the brain is not completely useless~IndoMTL.com~ still knows how to think. Clovis didn't even tremble even the tiniest hair on his face, and said coldly with the same indifferent expression: "I'm here to tell you this time, you'd better see him and don't make trouble. Just You probably won’t be able to move him, but he has something to do with the bishop. I don’t want to see our family and the bishop have trouble, so I came here to remind you.”

The face under the iron frame suddenly twitched, changed into a cannibal expression, glared at Clovis with the eyes of an irritated dog, and growled viciously: "What am I going to do? You don’t need to teach me a lesson. And I’m warning you, don’t meddle in my business.” He got off the bed, and several women hurried up to help him put on his clothes and combed his pigtails. That was his favorite and most personal hairstyle, and he once took off the scalp of anyone who dared to wear this hair.

Clauvis still looked at him without the slightest expression. He turned his head and glanced at Clovis fiercely, and said provocatively: "If you are not convinced, tell your father to try to be the prime minister."

Clovis remained impassive. He suddenly turned and walked out of the room, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty and long corridor.

Make sure no one saw it, a smug smile curled up on the corner of his mouth. It's been a long time since he smiled.