Silent Crown Chapter 791: On the road

Holy City

In the early morning, in the solemn silence of the central sanctuary, dew fell from the knight's armor.

Two rows of dark armored knights, carrying ceremonial euphorbias on their shoulders, stood solemnly on both sides of the road. With the sound of bells announcing the new day, layers of doors burst open.

In the solemn atmosphere, the priests in the church were a little absent-minded, even the cardinal in red did not see any joy at the moment.

When walking towards the large conference room, someone even accidentally bumped into the light stand. The person next to him stretched out his hand to support him so that he would not fall, and then waved to the attendant:

"Remove this thing, ask who is on duty today, and make this kind of thing."

The attendant hurriedly removed the light stand.

The chief bishop patted his colleague on the shoulder.

"Be calm, Allison, we represent the holy city."

Allison smiled reluctantly, but his expression was hard to call a happy one.

No matter who is elected to take the blame, they will not laugh happily.

What's more, it's still in this kind of place...

He has predicted that after today, he and Ulliel will probably be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of the Holy City.

Soon, envoys from various parties have already arrived, following the etiquette, waiting in front of the palace gate, solemn and speechless, just staring at the end of the road, waiting for the real protagonist to enter the arena.

In just one week, except for the closed east, almost all countries and large organizations in the world have sent missions to the Holy City.

On the bright side, the Holy City has stepped forward to regulate the wars among the nations, uphold justice and justice, and try to eliminate wars. But after all the missions there arrived, did they reluctantly come out to convene a meeting?

The opposite is true, but under the strong attitude of the countries, the Holy City had to stand up and face the consequences of the war.

In other words, pay the price for defeat.

Long before the meeting started, everyone knew the results well:

The ninth amendment to the bill may be coming soon...

It’s just that this time it’s no longer the weakening and restriction of petty fights in the past. After the tragic defeat, the Holy City will usher in a complete split and reorganization, and it will never have any political rights. It will be able to maintain Autonomy is difficult.

And after guiding the entire world to run for hundreds of years, the Order will withdraw from the top stage. Although its influence is still huge, it is no longer difficult to restrain the nations and ban them as they did in the past.

I am afraid that in the future history of the Order, today will be a Good Friday enough to be enshrined in the holy scriptures.

When I thought of this, in a beaming atmosphere, the expressions of all the priests suddenly became a little hard to look at.

Under this situation, the Scarlet King will naturally not come out in person. In fact, the people who come here are all messengers sent by the kings and can only be dealt with by the Cardinal Church.

As a result, everyone is clear, but the process has to go a bit.

What's more, this big cake has not yet been decided how to divide it.

In the eyes of the public, a solemn carriage stopped in front of the central sanctuary under the guard of the guards. The Caucasus diplomat got off the carriage, followed by Gaius’s. Representative... Wolf flute.

At that moment, almost all the Templars who were guarding the scene couldn't help but clenched their weapons, wanting to hit the bright smiling face like this...

"Hey, friend, relax!"

Wolf flute smiled happily, walked forward, waving to his former colleagues, "Long time no see, how are you all?"

But his footsteps stopped at the end of the road, in front of the gate of the church.

Leaving the cardinals on the steps aside, he turned his head and looked to his side instead.

The grand knight commander who is in charge of the security of the meeting place in charge of the Templars stands under the steps, with old white hair **** behind his head, and is not wearing power armor, just a knight's gown.

On the face of firmness as a stone, there are wrinkles like scars.

Wolf flute sighed, "Mr. Bann, you are so old. I would have brought you a gift if I knew it. The health care products of the Caucasus are pretty good."

The eyes of the old knight are drooping:

"Wolf flute, people will grow old."

Wolf flute smiled awkwardly, did not speak any more, stepped up the steps, and walked towards the cardinals who were waiting awkwardly.

Seemingly inadvertently, he reached out and touched his neck.

It's a bit cold.

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Compared with the next meeting, this episode that was not considered humane was soon revealed, and everyone tacitly did not mention the diplomatic mistake just now.

Soon, a white carriage stopped in front of the palace gate, and under the crimson emblem, the diplomat of Angelu in the Holy City got off the carriage, and then stretched out his hand to remove the young man with the walking stick from the carriage. Helped down on the carriage.

Seems to be bad at walking. The young man is walking with a cane and is very strenuous and slow.

Although he has a good-looking face and a gentle smile, the first thing he noticed was those iron gray eyes.

Looking at the iron light in those eyes is awe-inspiring.

The young man named Watson walked step by step through the palace gate and the road on the square, and finally stopped in front of the steps. The waiting cardinal went down the steps and wanted to help, but he refused.

After setting the cardinal aside, Watson turned his head to the side, looked at the old knight, and bowed slightly.

"Father Bann, Your Royal Highness sends greetings to you."

He stretched out his hand and took the box from his entourage, "This is the letter and gift he brought to you."

"Thank you."

Bann stretched out his hand to take it, and looked at the writing on the letterhead, and a faint smile appeared on his solemn face like a stone, "The writing is better than me."

"I am sure that your highness will be deeply pleased to be able to get your appreciation."

Watson smiled and asked respectfully like a younger generation: "May I invite you to lunch together today? Your Royal Highness has been longing for your news."

Ban En nodded: "I can do nothing."

Watson nodded and said goodbye, supporting his body with his cane, stepping up the steps, step by step, leaving the embarrassing cardinal in place, and following step by step.

Not far away, the courtesy officials patted their heads, their eyes desperate, and couldn't help but want to hit the wall.

Another diplomatic mistake...

The meeting hasn't started yet, and this error has occurred twice.

On the steps, Ulliel gave Bann a cold look. Soon, a priest walked towards Bann without a trace, and whispered: "Knight Captain Bann, the bishop hopes that this kind of accident will not happen again. ."

"I hope so too."

Bann has no expression on his face.

After a short wait, the last representative who has not yet been seated finally walked into the palace gate.

Seeing the presence of the envoy from Burgundy, the bishops were immediately relieved. As a diplomat, Richelieu has represented Burgundy’s envoy to the holy city for many times. He is skilled in etiquette and will definitely not reappear like a wolf flute. He made a half-hearted mistake like Watson.

Compared to the two villains, Burgundy, which has already reached a private agreement with him, is more lovely no matter how you look at it.

In the eager eyes of the bishops, Richelieu moved forward steadily, without squinting all the way, handsome, dignified, and gentle, which made people feel good, and then... stopped under the steps again, gone?

Don’t go!

Don’t leave!

Ulliel's expression twitched suddenly.

In everyone's eyes, Richelieu looked back and nodded to the old knight in front of him.

"Knight Captain Bann, meet again."

Bann looked at him: "Your Excellency Richelieu, have we ever met?"

Richelieu smiled, "Twenty-one years ago, you went to Burgundy as a knight. At that time, I was one of the secretaries responsible for connecting with you.

Twenty-one years later, Your Excellency is still unabated and enviable. "

"Excuse me." Benn responded indifferently.

Seeing that their courtesy was over, Ulliel secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and it was finally over. However, he did not expect that Richelieu took another box from the attendant and handed it to Ben:

"This is a gift prepared by a junior for you, some tea, I hope you like it."

Bann's face was rarely confused, and he took the box and saw the tin can in the box.

In fact, tea is not a rare variety, it is just a small local brand, and few people even know it except the locals.

The priest was silent as if touched some memories.

For a long time, he asked softly: "That kid, how is he?"

Richelieu smiled slightly, "Although there are many unsatisfactory things, but finally he has lived the life he always wanted."

"Really?"

Bann didn't ask any more, just nodded: "I wish him all the best."

"Thank you."

Richeliou said goodbye and stepped up the steps.

So, following a weird diplomatic accident, the door of the church slowly closed, and the meeting for peace finally kicked off.

"It's just that, is there really a truce?"

Outside the door, the guarding knight sighed and looked at Bann in silence: "What do you think of Grand Knight Commander? Everyone thinks that this war in Asgard will last at least another year."

"No, the war was over half a month ago."

After Bann was silent for a long time, he sighed softly:

"It’s just that peace is still on the way~IndoMTL.com~ Of course, the first day of the meeting was spent in ridicules, excuses, and various diplomatic rhetoric, but what really determines the future direction is not Not above the meeting.

In the visits and long talks after the meeting.

Late night, the door of the Anglo Consulate was knocked.

Amidst the sound of rain splashing, the visitor put away his black umbrella and smiled at Watson.

"Visited late at night, please forgive me for taking the liberty."

"Are the old people so energetic now? It's really admirable." Watson yawned, "Come here, let's get a cup of strong tea for Your Excellency Richelieu."

In the study room, the hot tea exudes aroma.

After the opening ceremony, the two chatted casually, and in the end, they finally turned to the topic.

"Mr. Watson's talent as a diplomat, I have learned from the newspapers these days." Richelieu said, "If I can, I want to be able to talk with you frankly and openly outside the meeting. ."

"It's a coincidence, I think so too..." Watson smiled, "There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as there is something to talk about."

"I like this sentence."

Richelieu also smiled, "To be honest, I thought I would come by the hand of God."

"There is no way. Your Highness has other important things." Watson shrugged, "Besides, the boss only needs to bear the consequences. The problem of the fly camp and the dog will naturally be solved by our subordinates."

Richelieu picked up his tea cup, "I believe we will have a lot of common languages."

With two people whispering softly, the long night has just begun.

Occasionally, during intermittent periods, Watson couldn't help but glance out the window while smoking a cigarette.

Counting the time, the stubborn guy has probably already arrived at the Cloud Tower?