Dust of History Chapter 3: The yellow bird

The High Priest Cuthbert has come to the Duke's Mansion again, and he is here today at the Duke's invitation. He felt more and more that it was a pity that he had not known this friend until now. Why didn't I find such a worthy person before.

After sitting down in the living room and exchanging greetings, the Duke took out a piece of clothing and handed it to the high priest, saying: "I got this robe by accident. But it is really useless to me, I think so Something is most suitable for Lord Cuthbert."

The great priest took the clothes and saw that it was a snow-white, simple and light robe. He smiled slightly, the Duke always likes to give people such cute little gifts. However, the feeling of this robe in his hands was a bit weird. He held it in front of his eyes and took a closer look. With a pinch, the delicate texture, soft and incomparable feeling, this robe is the most exquisite silk imported from the Far East. maded. You must know that many noble women in the capital are proud of having a pair of gloves made of this kind of silk, and such a large robe is extremely expensive. He couldn't help hesitating, looked at the Duke with those big and protruding eyes, and said, "My lord... this seems too expensive..."

"Expensive?" The Duke looked a little surprised. "I didn't spend a single copper, and it's useless for me to keep such a thing. It's worthless to me. And for a clean and honest priest like you, if you still care about how much a thing is worth Money, what is it worth, I'm afraid it's too vulgar." The Duke made a nonchalant expression, and said lightly, even a little disdainfully: "This is just a piece of clothing."

Indeed, Cuthbert felt that his fuss was a bit superficial. I can't help feeling a little ashamed, but more than happy. He unfolded the robe and looked at it carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he loved it, imagining what he would look like after wearing it. But he immediately felt that something was wrong. Although this robe was not inlaid with any ornaments, it looked very simple, but the cut style...according to the dress code of the church, this is actually a cardinal. robes to wear. Cuthbert looked at the Duke and said in surprise, "This is a robe that only a bishop can wear."

"What?" The Duke frowned. "Really? I didn't look closely after I got it. I didn't know that only bishops could wear this kind of clothes."

"I can't accept such things. Your Excellency Duke, you should take it back and give it to His Excellency Bishop Ronis." The high priest handed the clothes to the Duke helplessly and regretfully.

But the Duke shook his head again and again. "How can you take back what you have already given away? Master Cuthbert, you can keep it, and you can wear it when you are promoted to bishop."

Cusbert smiled wryly. Bishop Ronnies is still in office. Even if the big figures in the church do have a high opinion of his ability, he will never dream of this position within ten years.

"And I will never give this thing to Bishop Ronis." Duke Mrak's face turned cold, and he snorted coldly. "I don't like him. As a bishop, he is a bit dereliction of duty."

"Ah?" The great priest's eyes protruded even more, and he looked at the Duke in surprise. Although he had always been a little dissatisfied with Bishop Ronnies in his heart, he never dared to show it. The prestige and achievements of Bishop Ronis, not only in the church, but also in the empire and even the entire continent, absolutely no one dares to deny it.

"Hmph. Although I recognize the previous achievements and abilities of Bishop Ronis, his actions in recent years have increasingly failed the duties of a bishop."

Looking at the indignant expression of the Duke, in the eyes of the great priest, he felt that it was exuding a righteous and awe-inspiring aura. Can't help but nodded slightly: "Yes. As a highly respected bishop, he actually has a deep friendship with a dirty and despicable villain like Inham... and he promotes some newcomers inexplicably. The bishop is a treasure in front of him. Even the last time... well, I don’t want to talk about it again.”

The duke also nodded: "As people get older, their minds become less clear. It is inevitable to be stubborn and confused. But he is also a bishop. It is really a worry for the empire."

"This...doesn't seem to be the case."

"A noble clergyman like you doesn't know much about politics and economics. The empire's economy has gone from bad to worse these years, and the church's income has become more and more stretched. Do you know the reason?"

"Could it be... is this also because of the Bishop?"

"That's right." His Excellency looked up to the sky and let out a sigh of concern for the country and the people. "It's all because the bishop is always thinking about his extermination of the Necromancer Guild, and he doesn't work hard to educate people and make the people feel at ease and return to the embrace of God. That's why the mob is chaotic and heresy is everywhere..."

After some emotion, the Duke whispered bitterly as if talking to himself: "Sometimes I really wonder why the monsters of the Necromancer Guild don't send an assassin to get rid of this person who wants to deal with them Ah..."

The high priest's ugly face twitched, and he glanced at the white robe lying quietly on the table, but didn't make a sound.

Although the Duke didn't pay attention to the great priest, he never missed what he should see. What's more, the energy and time he spent on it during this period was just to find such an expression.

When the great priest left, the Duke insisted that he take the bishop's robe away: "I believe that you are the only person in the empire who is qualified to wear this robe. Even if it is not possible now, but as my best wishes and Faith, please take it with you."

After seeing off the great priest, the Duke's face still didn't look better.

Although the plan is progressing perfectly step by step, the Duke's mood shows no signs of improving. Only he himself knows how risky his plan is this time. The countless strategies and conspiracies that he planned in his life and then implemented by himself did not add up to such a heavy risk.

But there is no way, because it is already imperative. Because that is the situation that if you die or I die.

The Duke looked towards the Academy of Magic. The magnificent roof of the cathedral could be seen from anywhere in the capital. The glorious and holy majesty can still be felt even after such a distance. He shook his head and murmured to himself, "You forced me."

Two days later, news came from the Academy of Magic.

"My lord bishop took a car to the big house where the corpses were stored in the west of the city, and then asked the others to wait outside, and went in alone to talk to the old man inside for a long time. After the lord bishop came out, he seemed very angry. According to the priests, it was okay I have never seen the Bishop so angry."

"Okay, I got it. You go back." The Duke waved his hand, and the spy from the Magic Academy turned around and retreated.

Although her daughter Xiaoyi has always been reluctant to explain things clearly, with the Duke's mind, even a few words and what he heard that night are enough to analyze something. These are all in his expectation and expectation

When a person is angry, there will be gaps when he is angry, and now is undoubtedly the best time to do it. But this was not enough, the Duke knew that even the great priest Cuthbert and himself were too sure, and he had to find another helper somewhere. But where to find the right person? If nothing happens to Clovis...

Clauvis was also brought back this morning by the men the Duke sent to find him. The entourage who went to Airi with him reported to the Duke after returning that the master was going to a duel with the priest of the church on the way. Later, when the Duke saw Asa, he knew that his deputy was probably in danger. He sent people to look for it, but he found it. Fortunately, someone happened to see him dying in the woods, saw that he was an officer and a nobleman, and treated him with the heart of receiving a reward. Even so, because he lay in the wilderness for a few days after being seriously injured, he was still in a coma even after he came back.

"The Marquis Erni is asking to see you." At this time, a servant came in to report.

Although I really don't have the mood to deal with these trivial idlers, it is reasonable to have an interview. The Duke waved his hand with some annoyance and said, "Tell him to come and find me in the study."

In the study, the Marquis bowed his head silently with a gloomy face. Seeing his son half-dead, even this father who has always had no sense of responsibility will not feel good.

"Young people are too impulsive." The Duke also sighed. "I have already found the best doctor in the capital, as well as the best priest and healing magician from the Magic Academy. I will definitely be able to save his life."

The Marquis still bowed his head silently, as if he was thinking about something. When the Duke was about to issue the order to expel the guest very politely and politely, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "My lord, you know that I am often away from the capital and cannot take care of my son. So I would like to ask, how do you plan to accommodate him?" ?”

The Duke was stunned for a moment. He had been focusing on other things these past few days, and he hadn't thought about such a simple question. placement? Of course he was cured...Of course it is impossible to completely cure him. The right wrist that used to hold the sword was rotten out of shape, and even if it could be kept, it would probably not even be able to hold a spoon in the future. Moreover, the sternum was completely broken into a mess. Even if he saved his life, he would be a useless person for the rest of his life.

How to resettle the disabled? The Duke froze again. Because he has never had the experience of dealing with waste. Everything and everyone in his hands is useful. Useless things are not worth wasting his precious energy and spirit.

Clauvis is indeed trash. His greatest role has already been played. But now the Erni family is empty, and it is impossible for a disabled person to be the small captain of the Holy Knight Order. It is not his turn to inherit the mantle of Captain Roland. He was no longer able to benefit the duke or make any contribution.

And this seems to be a very dangerous waste. He has participated in too many things and knows too many things...

The duke, who was aware of this, remained calm and said, "Of course he should be cured first, and then slowly cultivated."

"I implore you to let him live." The Marquis looked over with pleading eyes.

Even with the duke's self-control, his expression lost control in an instant. But he recovered immediately, still smiling so kindly. "Master Marquis, what are you talking about..."

But the Marquis didn't appreciate the kind smile at all, and still said lightly: "Although I have never been involved in the political struggles in the capital, I know many things... I understand that what he knows has already Too much. He's in your hands again now."

The Duke put away his signature smile, and raised his eyebrows involuntarily. I really underestimated this prodigal son-in-law a little subconsciously. After all, he used to be the number one romantic talent in the royal capital. Although he was obsessed with sensuality, his mind was definitely not bad. Even if he had never eaten pork for political struggles, he should be clear about how pigs walk. What's more, according to Cuthbert, the bishop of Ronnies, who pretended to be a pig and ate an elephant, had a deep relationship with him, so it's not surprising that he knows a little about his style and details.

"I know that even if I go to ask the Bishop now, if you really want to kill him, I can't help it." The voice of the Marquis was full of sorrow. "But I have only one son. I can't let him die. I beg you, I will promise you whatever you do."

"You are really good at making jokes." The Duke laughed again, but this smile was mostly ridiculed. In his mind, he immediately listed the value of this in-law according to his own values.

A prodigal son, a down-and-out wanderer, what qualifications does he have, and what money does he have to ask for himself? At most he knows a little bit of magic, playing some art that is nothing more than **** in his own opinion. When it comes to political capital, his title is just a decoration, and the biggest political capital is just the friend of the old man, Bishop Ronnies. . Speaking of which, this is also a garbage that knows too much and must be cleared out, hehe... Wait, Bishop Ronis's friend?

The Duke's slender eyes were closed, and the smile contained when he opened them again was full of joy. "Don't worry. I guarantee that Clovis will be healed safely. Just please do me a little favor."

"What's busy?"

"Small favor~IndoMTL.com~Just shake hands with an old friend of yours. Just hold it tight. Hehe."

After arranging this excellent helper to be delivered to the door, the Duke was thinking about how to tell the High Priest Cuthbert, but he knew that the High Priest himself came in person.

The great priest invited the Duke to the study, carefully closed the doors and windows, looked around, and then said to the Duke with a serious face: "I want to ask the Duke to do me a favor."

"What's busy?"

"A great favor that can benefit the people. I know you will be willing to do it." The high priest Cuthbert's tone was very solemn, his expression was very serious, and his protruding eyes were bloodshot.

"Benefiting the people? Good. I will definitely help you." The Duke replied righteously. Rarely the opposite of usual. The Duke now has a serious expression on his face, but his heart is already full of smiles. Because the big protruding eyes protruding from the high priest's ugly face made him look like a praying mantis, a mantis looking murderous and ready to kill its prey.

I don't know if I look like a oriole. The duke hadn't been this happy for a long time.