Pioneering

Chapter 283 The Playwright and Mara's Death
After the peace talks, the next day.

"Hayes, what is this?" Heller pointed to a smeared letter and asked.

Hayes said unnaturally: "It's nothing, isn't it just a simple greeting?

Also, Heller, isn't it too much for you to read my personal letters at will?"

"Personal letters, huh, traitorous letters?"

"Presumptuous, how dare you insult me ​​like this, do you want to fight me?"

Hayes spoke righteously, but in fact he also felt uneasy. He did sell it, but it was Winkrell's younger brother who sold it to make up for Asshai's territorial claims...

Anyway, after the war, I am afraid that this group of younger brothers will not be easy to handle.

"You!%*" Heller left angrily.

Not only was Heller unsure of his strength to win against Hayes, but he also saw the positions of everyone present.

Many of the people standing behind Hayes were still behind him a few days ago, and he had no intention of fighting.

Who will do things that are sure to lose?
In the details of negotiating the treaty in the next few days, Heller became more and more anxious. He dreamed that Yasha and Hayes teamed up to take his life, and Hayes sold half of Winkrel, but enjoyed everyone on the high platform. bow down.

As a result, there were many acts of obstruction, and even threatened to kill all traitors seeking peace.

……

Drake asked a craftsman to inlay a golden crown with several pearls hidden in his home, and asked someone to secretly give it to Hayes.

He also left a message saying: Heller has a tyrannical personality and is not suitable for the position of pope. Derek is willing to serve as your wing and hope to get together.

Hayes was overjoyed and personally went to Derek's home to thank him for the reunion.

Derek and Saran looked at each other and smiled, and then Saran hid into the back hall.

Derek prepared delicious food, waited for the news of Hayes' arrival, went out to greet him, entered the living room, and invited him to take a seat.

Hayes has scruples in his heart, fearing that his arrogance will easily change Derek's heart, he humbly refuses.

"Guests have to look like guests, how can we grab the host's place?"

"The pope is the patriarch of my god and my lord. How dare I call myself my master in front of the future pope?"

Hayes was overjoyed when he heard the words, and became more humble: "I have no merit or virtue, so I dare to spy on the Pope's power, it must be done."

Derek persuaded him to take the main seat many times, but still refused, so he grinned, pulled the seat to his next seat, and took his seat.

Hayes vaguely mentioned yesterday's message: "You and I are both the people under the crown and the position of archbishop. Now that the Pope is vacant, Derek, who do you think can take on the big job?"

Derek smiled slightly: "Right now, Winkrell High School is almost full of scoundrels, and none of them are responsible.

Only His Excellency Hayes has the courage to take responsibility for the country and the people, and seeks a chance for peace for us.

For his own selfishness, Heller wants to coerce everyone and hinder peace. I don't think such a person is a good choice.

But I have no virtue and no ability, so I dare not have thoughts that I shouldn't have. All I want is a house and a field, and I will be full day and night.

I think that the only one who can save the church and take on great responsibilities is you. "

Hayes was overjoyed, and the wine glass shook slightly in his hand.

Derek continued to toast and persuade Hayes graciously, and he kept praising Hayes for his achievements in bringing peace.

Hayes drinks with a smile.

Derek dismissed the musicians and performers, leaving only a few female dancers to persuade them to drink.

The corner of Derek's mouth twitched slightly when he was drunk: "Your Excellency Hayes, although I have no skills, I still have a title and some vacancies. I think with your strength and achievements, plus my little help, Heller is no longer enough." For fear.

It's just, have you been worried recently?"

"Derek, why do you say that?" A beautiful image suddenly appeared in Hayes' mind.

"Hey, your Excellency, don't underestimate me, although I have no skills, I am still good at observing words and demeanor.

Confused, and always running to the residence where the nuns are, do you feel that you have encountered a problem? "

Hayes laughed a few times, looking a little annoyed.

Derek hurriedly waved his hand: "Your Excellency, don't get me wrong, I just habitually observe the people around me, and I don't mean to make fun of it.

You are famous and powerful, and you have a handsome face, is it possible that someone will reject you?"

Seeing that he really didn't mean to laugh at him, Hayes frowned, sighed, and said, "Refusal doesn't count as rejection, but it doesn't seem to count as acceptance either..."

"Oh, what do you say?"

Hayes also let go of his drunkenness: "Ha, I'm not afraid of your ridicule, I, an old tree over 200 years old, fell in love with a woman under 30 years old.

She didn't refuse my pursuit, got along with me very happily, and gave me a lot of useful ideas.

It's just... Whenever I want to confirm the relationship with her, even if it's a little bit further, she will talk right and left, push back and refuse to agree.

Does she think I'm old?"

"Hahaha~" Derek slapped the table and laughed.

Hayes was displeased: "Are you making fun of me!"

"Don't dare, I don't mean it, I just laugh at you as a fan of the authorities.

As the archbishop, a little nun is favored by you, who is not afraid that you are playing with it at will, and who is not concerned about whether you are sincere?"

"This……"

"Not only do I want to help you win the Pope's throne, but I also want to solve this problem for you."

After speaking, Derek clapped his hands, and suddenly, the maid led Saran, who was dressed up, to enter from the back hall.

Hayes was startled, rubbing his eyes, a little in disbelief.

Derek said: "Ms Saran is my cousin.

I heard that you loved my sister wrongly, and that there were many setbacks between you, so I wanted to come forward to facilitate this marriage. "

"In this way, it will not only solve your knot, but also help us to trust each other. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Saran looked like a shy lady. She poured wine with Hayes and bowed her head in silence.

With the help of body and eye contact when delivering the wine, the two flirted with each other.

Hayes only thinks that drunk people are more drunk.

Hayes invited Saran to take a seat, and Saran sat beside him generously, and his warm breath made his heart tremble slightly.

Saran sat beside him and kept pouring wine for him, and he also drank one cup after another.

Hayes stared intently: "Why...why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm just a married widow, how dare I climb your high branch, Archbishop?"

"You know, I don't care, I don't care!"

"...But I care, I care about your reputation, your future, and even more whether you really love me."

Hayes was very drunk, and I don't know where the special liquor came from. It could intoxicate a third-tier strong man, and he immediately swore to the god of the sea, and swore to the river of the Styx that he would not marry unless she was the only one.

The two hugged each other and wept, as if lovers finally got married.

Hayes attended and thanked Derek: "If I win the Pope, I will definitely give back the real power!"

A trace of mockery flashed in Derek's eyes: "After you return to China, you choose a good time, and I'll be waiting for your wedding banquet."

Hayes was overjoyed and looked at Saran frequently.

Saran glanced at him with glances, but also with love.

After a while, the banquet was over, and Derek reminded: "If you want to achieve a big event, it's best not to fight it outright. You and I are joining forces, it's better not to let Heller know, Your Excellency should leave earlier?"

Hayes left reluctantly.

Saran and Derek looked at each other again and smiled.

"What about your maid? Dispose of it?" Saran immediately lost her ladylike demeanor and leaned lazily against the wall. "Hayes is not stupid."

"No need, a stupid person is easier to deal with than an unknown person who may be smarter." Derek smiled: "Don't worry, she has been fascinated by me, and the relationship between you and me, she also Will help 'verify'."

"Oh, your ability to deal with women seems to be better than my ability to deal with men."

"You have fascinated the two archbishops, and the position of the Pope's wife is at your fingertips. I'm just picking up a few whimsical girls, how can I compare with you?"

"I just thought you were praising me." A trace of fatigue flashed across Saran's radiant and pretty face.

"Excuse me for being rude, I'm really curious, why are you willing to..." Derek hesitated to speak.

"Would you like to be a spy, or a female spy who uses her body to complete the task?" Saran said mockingly.

Derek smiled awkwardly, obviously that's what he meant.

Sa Lan took out a "Yuxiangshan" cigarette, struck a match with her jade finger, took a puff, and then suddenly breathed out from her flaming red lips:
"Let's talk about you first, why did you go far away to be a spy?
I have been curious about you for a long time, a legend who worked as an undercover agent to get to the highest level of the enemy.

Expose yourself before asking a woman about her privacy, okay?"

Derek scratched his head, showing a trace of greenness after a long absence, and said rather embarrassedly:
"My father is a diehard believer of the Sea God, so he could be chosen to give the answer to Grand Duke Yige back then.

I really couldn't stand his horrible belief that he didn't care about his family's life and death, so I drugged him to stop his actions, which was considered a little help to the belief under the crown of wealth.

Your Majesty didn't treat me badly, but my father... At that time, he was young and ignorant, and he was full of quarrelsome blood. It happened that Jin Yiwei was recruiting people, and the slogan was quite attractive. Lurking in a foreign land.

Who knows that my figure and identity are quite easy to use. By chance, I caught up with Parlor's line. With his help and my face, I fascinated Will's daughter, and also wooed Will, who can play. Well, you just became the archbishop in such a daze.

In fact, there is no real power at all. "

"Then do you regret it?" Saran squinted at him slightly, revealing a neck as beautiful as white jade, and took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Such a hot and charming breath, very close to Derek.

"A little bit," Derek sighed softly, and waved his hand to reject the cigarette she handed over. "No smoking, thank you."

"It would be a lie to say that I don't regret it. I was born and died, and after more than three years of fear, I would have known better if I had stayed in my hometown and become a landlord. Your Majesty will give me a knighthood.

But I don't regret much, maybe I kind of, kind of like this, this..."

"The thrill of dancing on a blade?" Saran added.

"Oh yes." Derek clapped his hands and applauded, that's what it meant.

Saran's face loomed through the smoke and said, "My story is not as exciting as yours.

It is nothing more than my husband, a small silk merchant in the Principality of Yige, because a vice-bishop of the Sea God Church took a fancy to me and insisted on me being his mistress.

My husband refused, so the archdeacon killed him and wanted to take me away.

I refused, and he killed my eight-year-old daughter in front of me again...

I could be rescued because Yasha killed the vice-bishop of the Sea God Church.

I am grateful to His Majesty Fortune and His Majesty Zhong Ming for avenging me, but I also have the idea of ​​revenge on the Sea God Church.

So I became a spy, the story is boring, right?"

In the smoke, the tears in Saran's eyes could be vaguely seen.

"If only... all the churches were like the Crowned Church, and all the countries were like Asshai, that would be great..." Derek sighed.

"Don't be sentimental, I don't need your comfort, what should I do next, make the two of them jealous?" Saran twisted the cigarette butt hard, and the tears in her eyes disappeared.

Derek shook his head: "They are not stupid, after living for more than 200 years, goblins can cast spells.

Just a beauty trap may not be able to provoke the two of them, we have to give them more fuel!"

"Add more material? Heller is almost dying of worry. I'm afraid that Hayes will collude with Yasha to kill him every day. Isn't that enough?" Saran clapped his hands, "Don't play charades for my old lady."

"Enough is enough, but when the gunpowder is full, you need to add more leads, right?" Derek said.

"so?"

"Kill someone, give Hayes a sense of urgency."

"Kill who?"

"Mara." Derek's eyes flashed a glint of haze.

"Did he offend you?" Saran looked at Derek with interest.

Derek explained with a wave of his hand: "Offended me, but that's not the point.

He is a rare powerful faction under Hayes, right-hand man.

Killing him and blaming Heller would make the fight easier for both sides.

Anyway, Heller also said that he wanted to kill the capitulators, didn't he? "

Saran pouted: "Oh, man."

"Hey~" Derek smiled embarrassedly. In fact, he can choose anyone, not necessarily Mara, but Derek thinks he owes the most.

"You are bad."

Saran suddenly moved close to Derek, so close that Derek could smell her body fragrance, "However, I like it very much."

After Saran finished speaking, he flicked him, turned around and left, leaving Derek with a flushed face.

"Succubus, what a succubus!" Derek was terrified.

"I haven't said how to kill, how to blame, hey, why are you walking so fast!" Derek said.

"Don't blame me, just watch, I asked Heller to kill Ma LS Lan himself and said without looking back.

In the evening of the next day, Bishop Paul Marat was found dead in the bathroom of his home, suspected of committing suicide by cutting his wrists.

Archbishop Hayes approached Archbishop Heller, and there was a quarrel, and the two parties broke up unhappy.

Words such as "mara", "assassination", "molesting the nun", and "colluding with foreign enemies" can be vaguely heard.

In a rage, Hayes even said, "When I take over, your whole family will not have a good time".

Heller was startled and angry, and was about to fight Hayes on the spot, but fortunately, everyone persuaded him.

It's just the struggle between the two factions in the city, and since this time, the bloodshed has increased sharply.

The powder kegs in the city became more violent by three points.

(End of this chapter)