Juliana’s workshop Chapter 66: Tell you a story

　　 After Lulunaka left, Pario sat there alone for a while, until a monk approached him and lowered his head to whisper in his ear. The monk left immediately after speaking, and didn't dare to stay too long. After Pario heard what the monk was about to say, he continued to sit there, and it took a while before he got up and left. He left the hall with the altar, walked up to the stairs, towards the upper floors of the cathedral.

　　 Pario’s pace is very large, steady, vigorous and rhythmic, and it didn’t take much time to reach the destination. The people who passed him on the road didn't care about him as a middle-aged man. His appearance and dress were so ordinary that no one would pay attention to him. He came to the door of a room, pushed the door directly and walked in. Sitting inside was an old man and two middle-aged people about his age. Moreover, the three of them are sitting or standing, and they are very scattered. It seems that the relationship is not very good.

　　The old and middle-aged people saw that Pario was pushing the door and they all got up to pay tribute to Pario, "Your Majesty."

　　 Pario closed the door, touched the bald Mediterranean Sea on his head, and "tipped" the smooth scalp. After the scalp was torn off, it was not **** flesh, but thick hair. He is not a middle-aged man who is fading. He has a thick short hair with a little curl and a lot of white silk on his flax hair. It can be seen that he is indeed a hard worker.

　　 Pario put the fake fur on the table for disguise, "This thing makes my scalp very uncomfortable. If it weren’t for the cool weather, my hair would probably be There are going to be fleas."

　　 "Your Majesty, this is for your safety." Nottaras said to Pario, "In this city, there are still fools who are dissatisfied with you."

　　 "It's not just this city, but this country." Isil gave up his position in front of the desk and stood aside. After Pario sat down, he said to Nottaras, "If that is If you are a fool, do you also include a lot of believers, monks and priests? Don’t forget that Mauss stood among them and never reached out to me. That’s how people who never compromise seem to be like this. "Speaking of this, Pario laughed mockingly, "Besides, this city is equivalent to my country."

　　 No one responded, it didn't sound like a topic they could respond to—whether Pario would feel unhappy because of it. The three people present knew that the monarch did not like to listen to bullshit, and to be honest would only make the atmosphere here worse. Before Pario came, the atmosphere in this small room was sinister enough.

　　 "I didn't see Zhenos, it seems that the united matter can be put on hold again." Pario said, "He doesn't like to turn the discussion into a spy, which makes him look like We seek compromises-or use it as a bargaining chip, to profit from us."

　　 "He is an old stubborn ignorant of good and bad." Isil said.

　　 Pario smiled, "But it also means how much he loves his beliefs, there will be no compromise, even if he is not willing to act."

　　 "He is just too stubborn to be flexible." Mu Lining said, "Although I do not oppose his proposition, this does not mean that I can condone his attitude... Your Majesty, you should be with me on this point. The same idea."

　　 Pario nodded, "Union does not say in advance, then we will let Isil and Zhenos arguing by themselves, see who can persuade whom... About this, you should not object to Isil. "He turned his head and looked at Isil, who was standing next to him.

　　 Isiel bowed slightly and nodded, "I will try my best, Your Majesty."

　　 "I hope you don't get kicked out of this city instead." Pario laughed, "He is the most stubborn person, but the believers around him are not much tolerant than him. If the conflict intensifies, Zhen Oss The crowds..."

　　 "Need me to take photos of someone to protect this kind bishop who has come to us for a long distance to urge the union?" Nottaras said, although he said he wanted to help, the words were full of ridicule.

　　 "I don't need your pretense, I have my own help." Isil glared at Nottaras.

　　 "Okay, the quarrel ends here." Pario clapped his hands, motioning to stop discussing everything about the joint. "I care about one thing, I think you should know it too." Pario noticed the letter on the table and picked it up. "Bishop Isir, have you got the news too?"

　　 "Yes, Your Majesty." Isil said, "The heretics went to compromise with the dead..."

　　"Bishop Isir, is it a bit too anxious to draw conclusions so early?" Pario interrupted Isir, "It's like you witnessed everything on the spot."

　　 Mu Laining showed a slight smile on his face, but it looked more like a sneer, “For our master, it’s not strange that heretics are equal to the devil, and the devil and the undead are treacherous... …Despite this statement, the Bishop also took it from our discussion just now."

　　 Isir glared at Mulinin, and even included Nottaras, "You actually speak for a country full of heretics..."

　　"There are still a lot of believers in the God of Light in that country." Nottaras said, "The number of believers is no less than that of the Church of Light."

　　 "Those betrayers are already heretics!"

　　"Who gave you the right to accuse them of being heretics..."

　　 Isil and Nottaras began to quarrel again. Pario didn't feel displeased or angry because of this, but waited for Isil and Nottaras to calm down by themselves. The two were not people who didn't know what was good or bad in front of the monarch, and the argument ended soon, at least temporarily. And Mu Lining just watched with cold eyes, she had always been like this.

　　 Pario shook his hands together, placed them on the table, with his elbows resting on the smooth tabletop, "Since the argument is over, let’s discuss about Heishuiqi leaving the old emperor’s side and going north. Let’s talk about the Forest of the Dead."

　　 None of the three said a word, waiting for Pario to continue speaking.

　　"Heishuiqi rarely leaves the crescent emperor's side, and you know this. The new moon has three horses, Heishui, Shaling and Shangong. Shaling rides on the southern border of the new moon, deterring The land of the sand to the south is also a country where the moon **** believes; the mountain gong rides in the east to resist the invasion of the Sashan dynasty... Shaling and the mountain are the same names, and the crescent moon is the strongest in the past. The largest and most capable person will succeed. Heishui Cavalry is a bit different. Heishui Cavalry has no real power, but is the person closest to the Crescent Emperor. I think you all understand what this means."

　　 Pario said this, rubbed his eyes a little, and then continued, "The name Heishui appeared a hundred years ago, and the person with this title is now only one person-Hei The name of water~IndoMTL.com~ is not too much to say that it was specially designed for that person. And that person is still alive now."

　　 Speaking of this, Pario smiled, "But for an elf, more than a hundred years is just a time of youth, but we humans will turn from babies to old people and move towards Grave."

　　 "Your Majesty, it is meaningless to compare years with longevity." Isil interjected, "I also tried to understand some things about Blackwater Riding."

　　 "You are so enthusiastic, Bishop Isil." Pario laughed. "The secret tale between the nobility and the royal family—or scandal—you know it more than a hundred years ago."

　　 "I didn't mean to offend you, Your Majesty." Isil said.

　　 "I know, of course you didn't mean to offend me. You just want to say something that has happened." Pario said, "Everything about Blackwater Ride is only in King's Castle. So deliberately forgetting, and you bystanders, outsiders, naturally see better than us, and write more clearly, right?"

　　 Isil did not respond.

　　 Pario looked at the three people in the same room, each with a different expression on their faces. He continued, "I'll tell you something you may not know. That was when I was a child, when Heishui rode in King's Castle and met me."

　　 The expressions of the three people present have all changed obviously, which makes Pario spread out his hands, raise them in the air and press down, "Don’t look like you want to hear some important secrets. It’s just a piece of Children’s fun. Black water ride... my elders, if I were more shameless, maybe I could call her aunt. That was the aunt and nephew in the boring palace garden, playing the boring afternoon of throwing balls. The story..."