Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 617 Photiou Sharply Criticizes Stanley
Salconan in May is as busy as in previous years. Nobles from many places will go to Salconan to report on their duties at this time. The carriages of the nobles have doubled the traffic flow on the Salconan Outer Official Road.

Anastasia Herman rubbed her temples, raised her head and closed her eyes for a while, she wiped out half of the pile of paperwork in front of her, but piled up a new hill.

After taking over the government, she realized firsthand what kind of workload her father had every day—although the unrest in the past two years would further increase the number of reports from various places, the busy past decades have been consistent , it can be seen.

Part of the reason for the doubling of workload was external forces—the undead in northern Xinjiang did not give up their attack on La Rochelle. In April, a group of new troops had been sent to northern Xinjiang to fight for the lost border.

At the same time, the unexpected situation of the western mines has not yet been clarified. It is said that a force in the western mining area is trying to seek a separatist regime, which makes the currency value of Gentry much higher.

In areas that were severely affected last year, such as the Swiepa region, the animal horde and the call-up order made Duke Swiepa's lineage unable to recover. Seeing that I took over a mess, I quit on the spot.

Now the Swipa region is being taken over by the Derek Province to the south of it—although returning the land of the nobles to the province and expanding the central ruling area was originally in Anastasia's plan, this is also a mistake Hit the ground to achieve the goal.

And the rest...

There was a light knock on the door, and Anastasia had already buried her head to start working, and answered without raising her head, "Come in."

So the door opened, and Anastasia lowered her head and said, "The new report is on the left, and the stack on the right can be taken down. Among them, the third, seventh, and No.14 are handed over to you." Chancellor of the Exchequer, he needs to reconfirm..."

"His Majesty's enthusiasm for work is much stronger than that of His Majesty."

An old but brisk voice sounded in the room. Anastasia was taken aback for a moment before she raised her head and looked at the old man in a luxurious robe standing in the room. She couldn't help but reach out and rub her temples:
"Ah...Your Majesty, I was so busy that I forgot to have an interview with you..."

The one who can be honored by His Highness La Rochelle is naturally the Bishop of La Rochelle's Primordial Church, Photius.

"It's okay, I can see His Highness's busyness." Photiou shook his head lightly.

"Your Majesty, my father's body..."

"It's still the same." Photius said bluntly to Anastasia without hiding it: "The damage done to him by the Lich cannot be repaired, and his bodily functions have been wasted by him. There is no energy left to mend the body."

Anastasia was silent for a moment, pushed the documents on the table aside, and then leaned back slightly in the chair.

"Then, Your Highness, regarding the matter you proposed last time...do you really want to do that?"

Photios also leaned down and asked calmly.

"Your Majesty." Anastasia closed her eyes half-closed, and there was no wave in her voice. She sniffed the scent of incense in the room to make her mood more peaceful, and then continued:
"Before I start this topic, I would like to ask you what you think about the leader of the church corresponding to the original god system today?"

"If you're talking about the Nicholas sitting on the Pope's chair in St. Quel's Church in the Royal City of St. Emma, ​​I think he should have stepped down from that position as early as 40 years ago. Looking at the St. Emma's primordial pope for nearly a thousand years, Nicholas is definitely the most regressive one."

Photios replied calmly, every word was full of disdain for that "Nicolas", but no emotion could be heard in his tone.

"I have heard a lot of evaluations of the people of Saint Emma under the crown." Anastasia couldn't help laughing. Ten years ago, when I was studying at Alma St. Emma, ​​I was at the same age as that Nicholas, and I don't know what kind of ideological disputes they had when they were still young.

"What I want to hear is His Majesty's evaluation of other bishops, such as the one in the New Orway Harbor Temple, St. Mill's Church..."

"Stanley Clemens?"

Mentioning this name, Photios couldn't help but fell silent.

He looked at the long white hair of the eldest princess who fell to the ground, stepped forward and bent down, and gathered it up for the latter, like a loving father treating his daughter.

"Your Majesty, I am not familiar with him. I only had a few brief conversations with him at the God Council meeting every 20 years."

"If I had to say it, he should be the most ambitious bishop among us."

"Ambition?" Anastasia blinked. "Does he mean that he wants Port New Aowei to become a vassal state of the Sea God Cult and rule an area with religion at its core?"

"It's not just that—and that's not really an ambition. When a real disaster strikes, religion is still the pillar that civilization will take the initiative to hold on to. They will naturally pray for the protection of the gods."

"At least in my opinion, His Highness's thoughts on politics can be regarded as 'ambition'."

"Thank you for your evaluation." Anastasia laughed, and then asked:
"Then where is the ambition of this Stanley Clemens?"

"He...he didn't pursue the influence of religion on Xinaowei Port that much. His predecessors have already achieved the ultimate in this respect."

"What he pursues is the footprints of the gods."

"The footprints of the gods?"

Photios looked towards the window and sighed faintly:

"Yes, he frantically followed Urella's trail. He tried to make Urella return to this land and take control of the ocean again. I heard that he has tried many ways that are listed as taboo..." Photius As he spoke, he shook his head vigorously, "Forget it, let's not mention him, Your Highness, so about the reformation of the primordial knight..."

"Au St. Emma will definitely put a lot of pressure on La Rochelle. Are you sure you want to do this in such a turbulent period?"

Anastasia's slender fingers began to tap lightly on the table.

One moment, one moment.

The rhythm is exactly the same as the frequency of the flower-headed magpie bowing its head to feed the chicks on the eaves outside the window.

She seemed to be engaged in a huge psychological struggle, her lips were tightly pursed, and even her face turned pale.And Photios was not in a hurry to urge her, but just watched quietly.

Until Anastasia was about to open her mouth, there was another knock on the door——

This time without Anastasia's permission, the door was hastily pushed open, and it was Anastasia's maid who rushed in, and she shouted eagerly:
"Your Highness—"

The moment she saw Photios, the girl's face flushed red immediately. She realized that she had made a mistake, which might cost her the job, and even her family members would be blamed...

But the bishop just smiled at her gently: "Is there anything urgent, please report directly to His Highness."

"Ah, yes!" The maid gasped for a few times, and then shouted hastily: "Your Highness, the trace of His Highness the little prince has been found!"

Anastasia froze for a moment, then immediately slapped the table and stood up. The maid had already stepped forward and handed a letter to Anastasia.

She eagerly took it apart, her hands trembling a little.

The envelope is dark yellow, with a little fragrance of green grass, and the knot woven with fine rattan can be untied with a light pull, revealing the pure white paper inside.

"Dear Princess, Her Royal Highness Anastasia Herman.

Please forgive me for stamping the seal of Earl Adrian on the envelope. This matter should have been communicated with you by the Earl himself, but the Earl does not know when he will return to Siliki, so I will write for the Earl. Your loyalty A subject of Atsk Angers.

During the entrance ceremony of Siliki College, we accidentally found His Royal Highness the little prince Alexei Herman..."

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"Sister Caroline."

"do not move."

"but……"

"Say don't move!"

There is no sound.

Satisfied, Caroline continued to play with the things in her hands: a bowl and a wooden stick used by Potionists to smash herbs, she didn't know what it was called.

At this moment, the bowl was full of green crushed leaves, which she had mashed into juice. She crushed them a few more times, and then returned to the "white-haired" boy who was sitting on a chair with a bib around his neck and only his head exposed. behind.

"It's coming."

The boy closed his eyes tightly, only to feel that his hair was cold for a while, and the liquid was poured on his head from the bowl. Soon the girl behind him gave a cheer, and then ran to bring a mirror and put it on his head. before:
"Clang! Look, you're very energetic!"

The boy looked at himself in the mirror: some of the long hair had been trimmed into neat short hair, and a few hairs were tilted forward rebelliously. Those handsome mercenaries with big swords he saw on the way all the way east Many fighters have this hairstyle.

And the silver-white hair color has turned into a kind of turquoise, the hair is light and the hair roots are dark in color, dyed so vividly that the original silver-white color can no longer be seen at all——

"Wow! Sister Caroline!" The boy exclaimed, "You are simply a genius!"

"Hmph, of course." Caroline put her hands on her hips triumphantly, "Come on, call me a few more times, sister."

"Sister Caroline, Sister Caroline!" The boy clenched his fists excitedly, "So, can I enter the college to study?"

But Caroline frowned, and the serious look made the boy shrink back.

"Alexey. There is a truth I want to teach you. Listen now."

"Ok?"

"Househouses like the Academy only make a true genius lose his gift—"

"But didn't everyone come out of the academy?" Alexei's eyes widened, and he was very confused by Caroline's argument.

"Who said that!" Caroline's eyes were wider than his, "Look at us, that uncle who wears a helmet every day, does he have anything to do with the academy? That elf sister who doesn't dress well, hehe Hey, archery, you haven't been to an academy, have you?"

"And what you admire the most..."

"Didn't Earl Adrian go to college?" Alexei's eyes lit up when he heard the word.

"Isn't I the genius you most admire?" Caroline pouted and tapped lightly on the vine next to her, only to see that vine quickly dried up and twisted into the shape of a python. Alexei backed away in fright.

"Of course, Cyril has nothing to do with the academy." She said earnestly, "Do you think being ahead of a group of children of the same age is a sense of accomplishment for you?"

Alexei fell into deep thought.

He tried hard to recall that the sister Caroline who had been with him for a few days seemed to have never been to the academy—she went to a place where many mages gathered, and it was called the mage tower in Solconan. But there is no mage tower here.

He nodded in agreement, but then a new question arose:

"But Sister Caroline, if I don't go to college, how can I learn anything?"

"I'll teach you." Caroline slapped her stomach loudly, "Follow me, make sure you're full..."

"Eat?" The boy showed a suspicious look, and Caroline immediately changed her words: "You can learn everything."

"Then I've changed my hairstyle and hair color, so I should be able to start learning!" Alexei was in high spirits, and Caroline rubbed her hands vigorously: "Come on, I'll take you to the first lesson. "

As she said, she pushed open the door and walked out of the indoor greenhouse, but as soon as she walked out, someone reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, and she was lifted up all of a sudden.

"Natasha, put me down!"

Caroline yelled again and again, but Natasha, the maid of the battle doll, would not show mercy. She turned her head and nodded to Atsk Angers who followed behind her and said:

"Mr. Angers, Miss Caroline and His Highness Herman have been found."

"Your Highness, little prince..." Azike stepped forward eagerly, walked towards the greenhouse, and said anxiously: "Why are you running around with Caroline? If something happens in Siliki, how can we get along with the eldest princess?" Your Highness, explain to the Earl..."

As he said that, the moment he saw the boy in front of him, he couldn't help but froze.

"You... Are you His Royal Highness Alexei Herman?"

The boy was a little frightened by this posture, and was about to answer, but saw Caroline turned her head vigorously and mouthed to him: "Pseudonym, pseudonym, must be pseudonym!"

"I, I am, Aris, a friend of sister Caroline..."

Although the boy had tried hard to hide his identity, Atsk had seen through him when he opened his mouth.

"Natasha..." Azike sighed, and whispered to the maid at the door:

"It's time for our Miss Caroline to understand what can be done and what can't be done; what will cause trouble to Earl Adrian, and what can solve his problems."

"No matter what, you can't dye His Highness the little prince's hair green!"

　write something easy~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)