Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 243 The Lunch of Your Majesty

The teacup is steaming, and the room is filled with a kind of incense that makes people calm down.Cyril sat on a soft seat, watching the slanting sunlight pass through the painted glass and fall on the wooden table in front of him.Holding the teacup, he was a little at a loss.

He didn't know why His Majesty the Bishop would wait for him at the door, and even let the carriage that had been prepared to pick him up, but instead of going to the church, he turned around and came to this rather romantic restaurant.

And the bishop crowned Photius, who is sitting opposite him at the moment, holding the menu in his hand, muttering in his mouth:

"A cheese baked pasta? I seem to have eaten it last night, so..."

Photios called the waiter, finished ordering with a smile, and then looked at Cyril:
"I think you probably haven't eaten here, so I ordered it for you on my own initiative, I hope you don't mind."

Cyril felt quite cautious, and he quickly said: "Ah, I think I will like it, I still have a lot of experience in tasting food."

"Oh? Young man, gourmet is not a title that everyone can easily obtain. I want to hear your opinion." Photios squinted and smiled, and when he did so, the wrinkles on his face piled up , the beard on his lips trembled.

"Your Majesty, this is not my bragging. For example, the food in the eastern region is rarely processed carefully. Whether it is a dwarf or an elf, most of them are willing to taste the taste of the food itself, which is called the natural taste. And The taste of the north is stronger, with a mixture of spicy and salty. People in Wangdu are generally not used to eating the north when they first arrive in the north, but the stimulation that lingers in the mouth after a full stomach can make you ignore the severe cold of the snow ..."

As Cyril was talking, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to be nervous at all. The hands that were holding the teacup were gesturing naturally along with the words at some point.

The old man in front of him was still smiling, just nodding his head every time he paused.At this moment, he seemed to notice Cyril's abnormal pause, so he naturally continued:

"It sounds like you have experienced a lot, but it's related to your age." He paused for a while, "If you are not a young elf, oh, I remembered, there is no such thing as a young elf— —”

After he finished speaking, he laughed inexplicably, maybe he thought this cold joke was very funny.

But Cyril also completely relaxed.He sat upright naturally, maintaining the basic etiquette for a high-ranking person and an elder, and then slowly said: "Your Majesty Photiou, I don't know why you are looking for me..."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't have any intention, I just feel that maybe I should come to see you sooner." Photios said slowly, leaning on the soft backrest behind him.

"Is it because of the summons from the Karankin Church?"

"No, no, even earlier, in February."

Cyril was taken aback for a moment, then realized something, and asked cautiously: "You mean... an astrologer?"

There was a look of nostalgia in Photios' eyes: "Carnegie, he is a wise man. Before I became a bishop, he was already divining the future of this country. He has always been very cautious and never speculated. A trace of the meaning of the gods, I thought he could live to be a hundred years old, but it's a pity..."

"Blood sacrifice divination." Cyril said in a heavy tone.

"In fact, he had been worried for a while. He came to me for a drink, and we sat here—yes, you sat where he was sitting at that time. He sat there, slowly sipping tea, and picked up a piece of coffee. Bread with heated butter and fried bacon..."

Photios closed his eyes, he recalled the picture, and slowly stated:

"He said the country would be plunged into another upheaval in 200 years. He said the next few years would be like a night sky in which countless stars would light up and then go out. Every star that was about to light up , must be taken care of, by him, by me, by a group of people like us who once shined to take care of—”

"Of course, I don't think I ever shined."

He laughed again. At this time, the waiter brought up the plate, and the rich aroma came from the milk-colored soup. The toasted white bread contained fried bacon and heated butter.Photios directly grabbed the bread with his hands, took a big bite without any restraint, then raised his head slightly, as if he was enjoying the delicacy of the food.

When he set his eyes on the young man in front of him again, he found that the other party was sitting upright, with a more serious expression on his face.

"Relax, young man, in fact, I'm looking for you this time because of my own selfishness, for example—would you like to join the Primordial Church?"

Cyril was stunned again, he didn't expect that Photios had the intention of soliciting him.But before he could answer, Photios continued:

"But I think what Carnegie said is right. Entering a church will only limit your growth, and you should already have a complete plan—am I right?"

"Your eyes are as bright as a torch."

Cyril sat and bowed slightly.

"Haha, you don't need to flatter me. I can't stand boasting at this age." Photios picked up the spoon and slowly drank the soup in the bowl, "I can do very little for you, but I will prepare for you Here is a gift, as your reward, I think you will like it."

He narrowed his eyes mysteriously, but Cyril wisely didn't ask.

After enjoying the lunch that Photio paid for, Cyril returned to the manor of Mia's residence.

But before he opened the passage to the Magic Plain, there was a burst of exclamation: "I'm back, I'm back!"

In the voice, Caroline rushed out and hugged Cyril's waist.And Mia, Elena, and Misha all followed behind, surrounded Cyril, poked his face left and right, and played with his hair until someone's hands tickled Cyril's long ears, and they stopped him. The three of them backed away, leaving only Caroline hanging on Cyril's waist.

"What are you doing?" Cyril lifted Caroline from his waist and stepped into the magic plain while speaking, while Misha said leisurely behind:
"Didn't you go to the palace to quarrel? Everyone heard that the group of southern nobles are very brutal, and they are afraid that you will be beaten by them."

"I went to a meeting, how could I be beaten?" Cyril couldn't help laughing, it was obviously difficult to understand this matter from the perspective of an elf.

"Mr. Wei, how is the discussion going? If you need to make some connections... Although I don't know anyone, but a large amount of Gentry should be able to do it." Mia looked nervous.

And Elena patted her chest, and said seriously: "If you need help, I can do it too."

Cyril felt warm in his heart, this feeling of being cared for that he didn't have when he was a solo traveler in his previous life has frequently come to him.He even wondered if he would be able to adapt if he was allowed to be single again.

He thanked all of this in his heart, then met everyone's nervous eyes, and nodded slightly:

"Don't worry, everything is fine and under control."

　Thanks to Xiaobai who circled for the 500 starting coin reward, thanks to the sweat of the world for the 100 starting coin reward, and thanks to the master genre Flak for the 500 starting coin reward, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)