The Amber Sword

The Chancellor's daughter went wherever she wanted, something that had nothing to do with the temple, but Vala understood that the statue of the Lion's Womb was never talking nonsense, so her fingers crossed in front of each other's chest and waited silently for Sidney's words.

The candlelight in the candlelight hall tilted slightly over the short, white gold hair of the lady, leaving a deep shadow beneath her forehead at the depression on the other side of the straight nose beam, and Sidney quietly said: “She and Eru had a vengeance for the death of Viscount Ellman, this time for each other's sake, but there was a push behind the incident - Delphine had visited Count Freud before leaving Tito and borrowed the magic gun. As far as I know, although Freud was the father of Viscount Ellman, this time he was connected to Miss Delphine through a man named Pryce, vice president of the Archaeological Society, Freeman. Riley's butler, Freeman. Through him, Lilith revealed the news of the Murder Gun and Count Tonigle to both of them at the same time. ”

“So this little girl was planned, um," Vala listened quietly and replied, "You can really smell the conspiracy from here, indicating that someone is going to deal with Chancellor Neville, or Count Freud? But what does it have to do with us, Sidney? ”

“Freeman. This man, Riley, is extremely close to the Eugene clergy. ”

Walla sat in the chair and answered for a moment in silence: "It's not expensive to find a connection so quickly. Looks like we're about to see the truth. What happened after the little girl went to Anzlova? ”

It is self-evident that the unrest in Anzlova and the invasion of Jogentigan followed, but Sidney understood that this was not the first thing the Holy Throne wanted to hear.

“She's missing.” She replied.

“Freeman. Is Riley's relationship with Eugene obvious?” Walla asked again.

“Exactly. ”

“So it's easy for outsiders to reach us through him.” The old man knocked on the armrest of the chair and sighed: “Little Ned Man sees his daughter as a treasure, a spoiled big girl, she is now missing, the person behind the small movement is in close contact with our temple, it is difficult for His Excellency the Chancellor not to associate himself with us. ”

“The world is not blind. What good are we to a little girl?” Sidney asked, "Little Neville is not a fool, and his father is not dead. ”

“Soon we'll know. ”

Walla shook her head gently and replied.

Sidney frowned deeply and looked at the Supreme of the Temple with dissatisfaction, a response similar to that made 40 years ago: “Your Majesty has recently gone a little too far, Grand Cleric. ”

Walla's thick eyebrows lifted gently, as if two sharp eyes had appeared in his deep orbit, falling on the face of the statue of the Virgin in the Lion's Palace —— this is his proud doorman, under his platinum shattered, flat forehead, under an eyebrow like a Platinum Sword, with a clear and unrelenting light in his golden pupils —— a look like a reminder that the old priest saw himself when he was young, and he sighed and sat back in his chair: "Just this, don't mention it, you know, Sidney. ”

“The kingship and the right to teach, that there is a landing, is the law of history, but the secular power and the sacred power have separated and monitored each other for millennia, it is a customary rule, His Majesty reaching out to the temple, it is an extremely dangerous thing, she is doing something wrong, you must stop her from repeating it, Grand Cleric.” Sidney did not move and replied faintly.

“No, it's not there yet, Sidney, you don't understand, there are things you don't understand ——” Vara shook her head: “It's not there yet, she's just craving power, she doesn't want to let go of her throne, it's normal for a mortal, we can't stand on His Majesty's side because of something like that, she may have overdone it, but it's tolerable. ”

“Is the teacher too much for His Majesty?” Sidney's eyes revealed her boredom and discontent.

“This is what we owe her, at least in this case, and we cannot speak out against her. Remember, Sidney, this is not my order, but my teacher's order, and I must obey it, and so must you,” Walla replied, "You know, this is a pact that we may not support during her time in office, but we must not disagree with her, as long as she does not make the wrong choice on those critical issues. ”

“Not even this is a critical question? ”

“It's just a vulgar matter, Sidney. ”

“Neither is the divine faith rootless, Grand Priest. ”

“Shut up.” Vala exclaimed, in fact, why didn't he understand this, but some things could not be said: “How dare you say such filthy and vulgar words in this holy place, Ms. Sidney, don't let anger and resentment against your opponent occupy your heart and bring out your usual calm, you are no longer fit to continue talking to me, go calm down. ”

Sidney blushed slightly and then gently tapped his head: “I get it. ”

She didn't explain much either. She finally took a look at her teacher's bookshelf and turned around and left, but halfway through, she turned back and asked, “Is it because of the Dragons? ”

“Giant dragons are not capable of doing what they want in this world, Sidney, they are constrained far more than we are," replied Walla, shaking her head. "The world knows Her Majesty is the shadow of the Dragon Nation, but the truth is far from true. If the Dragon Nation alone is unable to subdue the Empire, remember, Sidney, this is the age of mortals, the will of the Empire, dictated by people like us, not by the legends and fantasies of the High. ”

“The world comes from the work of the pioneers, so our noble faith is also rooted in it," the old man said generously and exasperatingly, suddenly feeling a little lonely again, he sighed: "The Dragons owe His Majesty a debt of gratitude, and the temple tastes otherwise. I don't want to talk about that for the time being. You go down, Sidney, and one day you will understand. ”

If there were other members of the temple here, most would be surprised by the old man's statement, because it already contains some introspective information, not just a mystery, but even a transfer of the supremacy of the temple in the future.

But Sidney, as if he didn't care at all, turned around and left.

Watching the back of his students, Walla couldn't help but nod her head at a satisfying place, and her petition didn't shock her. This is what the heir to the temple should have. He is a priest born after the frog's sounding. Their generation is accustomed to the ups, downs and shifts in power of history. From high to low, the shifts in status with the present day have had a profound impact on their generation of clergy. The difficulty of waiting has rarely called this wise old man to frown. Today and in the past, the temple is an inevitable consequence for him, difficult to change and irretrievable, but at least he still has an outstanding disciple, Walla posted hope in the Sidney generation, perhaps to change today's predicament.

Indeed, it is an embarrassment. Perhaps even within this magnificent temple, few will understand how embarrassed the temple is today. The old man shook his head. He cannot help but think of the generation of clergy of his teachers. Apart from the younger generation of that era, few can accept such a lag. Few clergy who were martyred for this purpose, even his teachers, were among them, but few knew the secret.

It's good to be young. Old people can't help but shake their heads. At least there's hope for young people.

He saw Sidney leave, then turned around and gently patted the mahogany desktop with his fingers.

Sidney's words still caught his attention. His Majesty's hand was a little too long, but it didn't matter. He was worried about another thing: was the Duke of Helix assassinated? The leaf collar problem at this time made him smell a disconcerting smell, and the old man suddenly stood up and drew a big book of red leather from the bookshelf, and he opened the book, shaking a thick parchment paper out of it and spreading it apart —— a huge map that the old priest had laid on the table, his eyes permanently landing on the leaf collar.

He lifted his eyelids slightly and his eyes continued north along the hills north of Fort Lowov, moving into a staggered mountain range.

The map is marked with beautiful floral text.

Arkash.

“Marsha bless,” Vala whispered. “Never. ”

He put down the map, closed his eyes, and for a while he picked up the bell on the desk:

“Somebody...”

……

The tradition of holding Her Majesty's Tea Party at St. Cantipe's Palace in the afternoon, as always, dates back to the year of the walnuts, when Grantoti was the age of the Grand Emperor, who often secretly received his princes through the Queen's Tea Party, a tradition that passed down and flourished in the hands of his son, the eleventh son of the Great - the previous Emperor, His Majesty, more than once discussing the Temple with the old Chancellor Nederweyn, so that these plans, which were born on top of the Tea Party, were maliciously called ‘Tea Party Conspiracies’ by clerics and even widely preached by bards.

To this day, the Silver Queen's Tea Party has become a customary rule, with His Majesty holding a Tea Party in the Rose Garden every three days, except that the subordinates of this era are no longer invited to the Tea Party in secret, but are bright and a symbol of identity and honor.

Just today, the atmosphere is subtle in the living room on the east side of the Rose Garden.

No one in the house spoke, as if all had been enchanted, sitting in their seats, blinking or talking, like a bunch of puppets.

His Majesty the Queen smiled with a cold smile, and the Chancellor next to him looked very ugly, a little uneasy and colorful. In his lower head, the other nobles mostly looked at the nose and nose, as if they were afraid to get into trouble, but without exception, all eyes were concentrated on a pile of parchment paper on the coffee table in the living room, which meant a deep divine color in their eyes, as if something strange had been recorded on the parchment paper.

“Lord Fiona, a month ago, Delphine went seriously to Anzlova. ”

“This…” replied Little Niedermann with some irritation and some remorse: "I did not know beforehand that she was going to Anzlova, Your Majesty, not to mention that, at that time, Anzlova was calm and I had no reason to stop her from going out. My father simply forbade her from leaving the empire, but in the empire, my daughter is still free. Imagine why I would not allow her to go to a small part of the empire, which can never be used as evidence. ”

“I understand, you don't have to worry," the Silver Queen replied with a smile as if she was laughing at the matter. "Your daughter happened to have some misunderstandings with the Count. I'm afraid I wouldn't have allowed her to go there if I had known beforehand, but it looks like she probably didn't inform your father. ”

Little Ned Wen blushed. Although he was the prime minister of the Empire, he had nothing to do with his daughter. Although he did not want to admit it, it was a well-known thing. The only thing that made him feel slightly relieved was that Her Majesty did not seem to care much about it. He naturally understood that such a thing could be large or small, but as long as the supreme of the empire did not care, then everything would be fine to say, and if he wanted to, it would be impossible for His Majesty to take such a matter seriously in any case, except that it was too much to do at the moment, which annoyed him very much.

“His Majesty's observations are as detailed as ever.” He replied, "That's exactly what happened. ”

His eyes could not help but sweep through the parchment paper again, which contained insults and slander that embarrassed him, secret documents from which he knew naturally - the secret crest on the parchment, necessarily from the handwriting of the Knight of the Inner Court, the only family in the Empire, without a nickname.

What makes the Prime Minister quite confused is why these inner knights suddenly come to bite themselves like mad dogs, and they report that they collude with Jorgendigan and send their daughter to Anzlova as a hostage, which is simply something that no one can see is a ploy to attack, let alone talk about them at this level.

But that's why it makes people sick. Little Ned Language is so confusing. Who is so bored and joking with this stuff and her own daughter? It's like a cheap prank, disgusting.

But it was this kind of prank that profoundly provoked him, and the world knew that Chancellor Nederweyn had a pearl in his hand, and that these people preferred his daughter to his trouble, which was almost invisible as a facial beating.

Neither out of concern for his daughter, nor for his face and the dignity of his family, can he rest in peace.

But he knew that it was the royal family that was in charge of the Knight of the Nativity, and that Her Majesty could not deal with him by such low-level means, except for those who could get into it.

First is the Paloot family. The young prime minister frowned, and within the empire, apparently they and the Paloot family were not very concerned, because Her Majesty had always intended to support the Paloot family in suppressing the faction left behind by the previous king, but each of them knew that such repression was actually from Her Majesty's own, and that the Paloot family's attack on him was tantamount to that of Her Majesty's, unless it was a personal vendetta, the Paloot family should not have been so bored.

But for a moment he remembered nothing personal between himself and the Paloot family.

And as for the rest of us, it doesn't seem to matter.

“But Lord Fiona, Delphine, if you really go to Anzlova, that's not good news.” At this point, Constance suddenly said something.

Little Ned Wenther was shocked, he was angry because of the documents, but completely forgot that if his daughter really went to Anzlova, it was a big problem. He figured this out, even his face changed. Others saw that the Prime Minister's face suddenly turned white. He also understood that the whole thing was mostly irrelevant to him. Therefore, the way they looked at the documents, they couldn't help but get weirder.

This means that someone is clearly fighting the Chancellor. Who could this be?

And if it's against you, will that be all? Everyone knows that Her Majesty cannot identify an Imperial Prime Minister as a traitor through these words, and that this kind of struggle at this level is simply a trick of a jumping clown, not to mention, but the question is whether that potential enemy will have a backhand, and everyone understands that if the shooter has a backhand, then most of it is a more aggressive offensive.

At this point, it was obvious that little Nederweyn had this in mind, and although he wasn't as good as his father, he was a little bit capable of it, but what if his daughter really fell into those hands?

At this time, the Silver Queen smiled slightly, apparently seeing what the Prime Minister thought in her heart, she softly comforted her: "Don't worry, Lord Fiona, she may not have actually gone to Anzlova. As for those who set you up behind your back and the old Chancellor, I will naturally find a way out for you. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

Constance smiled softly and nodded at the young prime minister.

……

(PS: A little bit of Kevin the other day, but okay, it's done. I'm sure I have to stick to writing before I can think about it. Touch everyone.