Father Mavie

Chapter 349 I, Paul I (please subscribe!!!)

The white pigeon flapped its wings and stopped on the window sill. While cleaning its feathers, it was wary of the cat that was gradually approaching from behind.

When the cat arched its body and was about to launch an attack, the white dove flew away, flew into the sky again, and disappeared under the white clouds and blue sky.

The prey escaped, but Lulu no longer looked out the window, but jumped onto the sofa and rubbed against the emaciated Paul I.

Paul I ignored it, staring blankly at the wall, where hung a huge bust portrait, a man and a woman, gorgeously dressed, leaning on each other, looking at him with a smile on their faces.

"Father."

Pale-faced Paul I murmured in a low voice, as if hoping that the man in the portrait could show him the way forward, but no matter how long he stared at the portrait, the man did not say a word.

Paul I was under house arrest. From the night he rejected the proposal of Archbishop Henry, the priests and monks of the Wisdom Church killed his guards, took over the Winter Palace by forceful means, and locked him in the bedroom.

The servants no longer obeyed the king's orders and kept watch day and night. Paul I didn't know what method Archbishop Henry used, but he, the king, had only his title left.

A king in captivity, is he still a king?

Paul I caressed the icy crown, and the chill from it almost frostbitten him. He had to retract his fingers, curled up on the sofa, and covered his head with an expensive handmade blanket.

He already knew about the promulgation of the "General Decree". Although it was under house arrest, because of the title of king, Archbishop Henry still sent him regular newspapers from the outside world to save him from going crazy.

Whenever he saw the news of the riots in the newspaper, Paul I felt that his heart was bleeding. He didn't care about those low-level civilians. What he cared about was the Romanov Kingdom.

During the more than half a month of being under house arrest, Paul I thought a lot. What he regretted the most was that he had listened to Archbishop Henry's slander and let a fierce tiger enter the territory of the Romanov Kingdom.

The development of the situation is completely beyond his control. Is there any way to save the situation?
A letter to Prince Ivanovich?

This is a good idea, but he has no way to convey the news. Even if it is conveyed, how can Duke Ivanovich rescue him?
After seeing the magic used by Archbishop Henry, Paul I was frightened. He knew that the army led by Duke Ivanovic would not be able to defeat the Wisdom Cult.

Especially during the war, he approved thousands of priests and monks from the Wisdom Cult to secretly enter the Romanov Kingdom. Now the Wisdom Cult has completely controlled the capital of Petersburg.

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The tide is gone.

But Lulu heard the sound of crying from inside the blanket, and it gave a soft 'meow', intending to comfort Paul I, but Paul I didn't know what it was talking about.

It wasn't until an orange figure rushed onto the balcony that the silence in the room was broken.

But when Lulu saw Fat Ju, she screamed excitedly, ran over and opened the window bolt.

"Meow meow meow!"

Fat Ju entered the house, followed Ke Lulu to the sofa, and saw Paul I who was devastated.

Frowning slightly, Fat Ju jumped up and slapped Paul I hard on the face.

The pain brought Paul I back to his senses. He looked at the fat orange that appeared out of nowhere with a blank expression, "You are not the one from the Church of Truth."

"It's me." Fat Orange nodded.

"You can talk?" Paul I glanced at Ke Lulu, as if he understood something, his head drooped, his expression even more depressed.

his cat
It turned out to be a spy sent by someone else?

"I know all about your current situation." Fat Ju squatted on the tea table and looked at him coldly: "You are a majestic king, you have really failed in this situation."

Paul I's face turned pale for a while, and turned green for a while, and he wanted to refute, but he was powerless.

"I really failed."

"Choice is sometimes more important than hard work." Fat Ju said, "You made a wrong choice, and failure is inevitable."

"...Are you here to teach me a lesson? Or to kill me?"

"neither."

Jumping off the tea table, Fat Ju walked around the room a few times: "I'm here to give you advice."

"Father Marvie sent you here?"

Fat Ju stopped in his tracks, his eyes sparkled like jewels: "No."

"What advice would you like to give me?"

Paul I was even more curious. What unique insights can a cat have?

"Write a royal decree and let me send it out."

"If you want Duke Ivanovich and the others to rescue me, I've already considered this method, and it won't work at all."

"Who asked them to rescue you?" Fat Orange sneered, "I'm still thinking about Duke Ivanovich. They won't help you. Without you, there are other people in the Romanov Kingdom who will inherit the throne."

Paul I's heart tightened, he vaguely guessed this possibility, but he never dared to face it.

"You are the king. Although you have been completely emptied, you are still the king of the Romanov Kingdom." Fat Orange said in a deep voice: "If you are willing to reprimand Archbishop Henry in the decree, you will tell me what the God of Wisdom has done to you." If you write it down in detail, it will definitely arouse the anger of the people. At that time, the people's resentment towards the kingdom will also be transferred to the head of the God of Wisdom."

Paul I grinned and said with a silent smile: "Overthrow the Wisdom God Church, the Church of Truth will be able to rule the Romanov Kingdom."

"Don't you understand that this is your only way to survive?"

Fat Orange said calmly, "If you want to live, there are three ways."

"One, give up the position of the king, issue an edict, and pass the throne to Katerina, so that we will rescue you."

"Second, compromise with Archbishop Henry, completely obey his orders, and become a vicious dog in the hands of the Wisdom God Cult, whoever you want to bite."

"The third is what I just said, use the imperial edict to reprimand Archbishop Henry, and transfer the anger of the people to the Wisdom God Cult. In this way, driven by interests, the aristocratic faction will definitely try their best to rescue you, but they are trying to overthrow you. After the Wisdom Religion, you will also abdicate."

"So it seems that the second one is quite suitable for me." Paul I said with a smile: "Be a vicious dog, look at the surrounding environment, I am now a vicious dog locked in a cage."

"So that's your decision?"

Paul I put away his smile and said with serious eyes: "The Kingdom of Romanov has no king who surrendered or abdicated. This is the dignity of the royal family!"

"what sound?!"

There was a sound of unlocking the door, and Fat Ju got under the sofa. Paul I looked at the two monks in black who opened the door, and said coldly, "Is there something wrong?"

"Your Majesty, were you talking just now?"

"Can't I even speak?!"

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The two monks in black looked around the room and locked the door again after finding nothing unusual.

Fat Ju got out from under the sofa, shook off the dust on his body, and mocked: "Where do you still have dignity now? Your Majesty the King?"

Paul I clenched his fists, looked at Fat Orange angrily, and gasped for a long time before saying, "Get out! Get out immediately!"

"Yes, Your Majesty the King."

Fat Orange left the room without looking back.

His body was trembling slightly, and it took Paul I a long time to calm down. He picked up Ke Lulu who was trembling, stroked it, walked to the portrait, looked at the man and woman on it, and asked in a low voice: "Father, mother, what should I do?" is it wrong?"

A man and a woman in the portrait still did not answer his question.

Silence, after a long silence, Paul I put down Ke Lulu, sat down at the desk, picked up a quill, and wrote on a blank piece of paper:

【I, Paul I, King of the Romanov Kingdom.】

As he wrote, his strokes became faster and faster. Paul I seemed to want to vent all the anger accumulated these days, gnashing his teeth, breathing rapidly, and his eyes were full of paranoia and madness.

After a long time, he threw the quill on the table, carefully dried the ink on the paper, rolled it up, and tied the edict around Ke Lulu's neck with a rope.

After patting Ke Lulu's butt, Paul I pointed to the open window and said, "Go, Ke Lulu, and bring this edict to the people of the Romanov Kingdom."

"Meow"

But Lulu turned her head three times, even if Paul I's face was full of smiles, it couldn't offset the worry in her heart.

"let's go"

Watching Ke Lulu disappear on the edge of the balcony, Paul I took a deep breath, returned to the desk, opened the drawer, stretched his arm in, and opened a secret compartment.

In the dark compartment, there is a golden revolver.

"I am the king. The king of the Romanovs."

Whispering, Paul I put the revolver in his arms, walked to the door, and knocked hard on the door.

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The door opened again, and a monk in black looked at him and asked coldly, "Your Majesty, what do you want?"

"Tell Archbishop Henry, I figured it out."

The black-clothed monk's eyes lit up, he quickly kissed his fingers, bowed his head and said:
"This is really great, Your Majesty, you have finally made the right decision, and I will inform the Archbishop right away."

(End of this chapter)