Alien Knights

　　 Silver Circle City, Royal Gallery.

　　 "Your Majesty Queen, this is your favorite painting, are you sure?"

　　 On a one-meter square canvas, it depicts the calm sea, the golden sun, and the fishing boats going to sea. This painting seems to have magical power, which can give the viewer a moment of peace and tranquility.

Queen Mary's hands holding the paintings trembled lightly, her eyes filled with dismay and melancholy. After a long time, she put down the frame and said to the maid beside her: "Kathy, find someone to wrap these paintings. It's time to find them. A new owner..."

　　 The maid glanced at the empty wall, and carefully said to the queen: "Your Majesty, maybe we can keep a few of them? Don't you need to sell them all?"

　　 "No... you don't understand. At this time, you can't leave a picture." The queen waved her hand and whispered: "Okay, let's go out. I hope you can be alone."

　　 Cathy glanced at the queen, Yiyan exited the corridor and closed the door.

Queen Mary sat down on the armchair at the end of the promenade in frustration, watching the sunlight outside the window shining on the empty wall, bending her straight spine, her arms as pillows, and her face buried in it. In his arms, his body undulated slightly, trying to suppress himself without making a sound.

　　 Outside the door, Cathy leaned a hand on the handle, and her forehead was against the door panel, her face full of sadness and intolerance.

　　 Looking back three times, the maid left the corridor.

　　 Outside the main entrance of the palace collection hall, several guard knights and guards stood quietly at their posts.

　　 Cathy's appearance caused everyone at the door to divert their attention.

The knight headed by 　　 greeted him, nodded slightly to the maid, and asked, "His Majesty is still inside?"

　　 The man in front of him is only twenty-five and sixty-six, handsome, with dazzling eyes. Cathy's face flushed and she bowed her body and said: "Knight Captain Herman, Your Majesty the Queen is still in the gallery, saying that she wants to be alone for a while."

　　 The man nodded, and just about to speak, the guards behind him, stepping on the spot neatly, attracted his attention.

　　 An old man wearing chain armor and a long sword at his waist came up to him with cross-brows and anger and a bad face.

　　 Herman was taken aback, and then stood straight and straightened his chest: "Baron Cumberland..."

　　 Before he could say anything, the old man slammed his foot and kicked the knight on the ass, almost knocking the knight to the ground.

　　 Herman flushed, looked at the old man in shame, and loudly protested: "My Lord Baron, you are insulting to do this..."

　　 Cumberland did not intend to give him a chance to speak, his knee bends, and the second kick accurately hit the Cavaliers' **** egg.

　　 The knights and guards around, saw the commander’s embarrassment, and snickered.

　　Hellman covered his hips with his hands, walked around behind the pillar, and said loudly, "God! Father, stop!"

　　 Cumberland stopped, stroked the silver hair hanging on his forehead, and sneered: "I didn't expect you to recognize my father. I ask you! Why didn't you go to the ball held by the Viscount Cologne?!"

　　 Herman raised his head: "Prom? I don't have time to attend that kind of boring party. As the Knight Commander of the Guard, I have my duty."

　　 "Asshole thing! I told you a long time ago that you must come! You know, how much face I lost just now?!"

Seeing his father raise his leg again, Herman quickly took two steps back and said, "I know, you want me to meet the little daughter of the Viscount? I have said that I have no idea about marriage. Any interest!"

　　 The old man trembled all over, and pointed his finger at his son: "If it is not for your dead mother, I must tie you to a tree today and use a horse whip to smash your elm head!"

Baron Cumberland glanced at the knights and guards standing by, walked a few steps towards Herman, knocked his forehead with a headache, and whispered: "Listen, bastard! I'm going to transfer you to Go east!"

　　 Herman widened his eyes: "You have no right to do that!"

　　 "No, I can do that. And you don't understand, I did it for your good."

　　 The knight clenched his fist tightly, gritted his teeth and said one by one: "If you insist on doing this, I don't mind being a deserter!"

　　 "Asshole thing!"

　　 The furious old man raised his fists above his head, but he saw a pair of resolute, uncompromising eyes.

　　 The father and son stood in a stalemate for a long time, and finally his father lowered his fist.

　　 Cumberland glanced at Herman, then glanced at the direction of the Royal Gallery, sighed dejectedly, and left the place under everyone's gaze.

　　 At the same time, in another corner of Silver Ring City, another pair of father and son are being talked.

　　 Viscount Kennard threw a grape into his mouth, and said to his father, Count Knar, with his legs folded: "The king withdrew his tax reform plan for the nobility, and we won."

Reading the documents on the desk, the pudgy earl frowned when he saw the eldest son looking like a small man: "In order to avoid intensifying conflicts, at this time, withdrawing the tax reform plan is the only choice for the king. Otherwise, he will offend one. A large group of people, and had to face the anger of the people and the nobles at the same time. By the way, those rumors against the queen can be stopped."

Viscount Kennard sat up upright with a reluctant face: "Hey? Why? Every time I see that woman, she always looks high and uncomfortable. I want to see her panicked. Look like."

　　 The earl put the file aside, tapped on the desktop with his knuckles, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be fooling around! At this time, you should receive it when you see it. The purpose of spreading rumors is to beat the king. If you continue to make trouble, it will only be self-defeating!"

　　 Viscount Kennard tilted his head back and said regretfully: "It's a pity, I heard that she sold all the paintings today, and in a few more days, maybe she will put all the jewelry..."

　　 "Wait a minute!" The count raised his head in surprise and exclaimed: "What did you just say?!"

　　 Kennard glanced at his father inexplicably, and slowly said: "The queen sold all the paintings in her collection, saying she wanted to support the king..."

　　 Earl stood up from his seat and walked around the room with his hands on his back, his expression uneasy and nervous.

　　His son opened his mouth, watching his father's abnormal behavior, and asked suspiciously: "Uh, what happened to the queen selling paintings? Dad, do you want to buy them all?"

　　 "Fart! You idiot!" The earl shook his head with an expression of hatred for iron and steel, and walked a few steps back and forth. He said to himself: "I seem to underestimate that woman..."

　　 He thought for a while, turned his head and said to Viscount Kennard: "Listen, the rumors continue, our plan needs to be changed!"

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　　 San Sidlo Abbey, high monks’ council.

　　 "Masters, thank you very much, you are willing to meet me in your busy schedule."

　　 Todd took off the priest's robe and put on the monk's robe again, and saluted the five respected monks in front of him.

　　 The eldest monk in the middle smiled and gave a bow: "Fr. Todd, we are very happy to see you again. I don't know why you came to the monastery?"

Todd glanced at the five old monks who were kind in front of him, and understood that the other party was so polite, on the one hand because he had studied in the monastery, and on the other hand, because he left the silver refining method before leaving. other side.

　　 Thinking of this, Todd did not rush to make his request. First, he asked a question: "Excuse me, have you all worked as a scribe?"

　　 The so-called copyist is an extremely boring but very important profession in the monastery. These people sit in small dark houses all day long, with only wooden tables, scriptures, white paper and ink in front of them. They need to copy the contents of the scriptures or manuscripts carefully and stroke by stroke on white paper and compile them into a volume.

　　 This job not only has to endure the sultry heat and cold, but also keep full attention at every moment. If any one word is written incorrectly, it may mean that half a day's efforts are all in vain. In addition, let alone damage from rats, snakes, insects, lead ink, myopia, etc...

　　 Moreover, this is a job that almost every monk has done.

Seeing the five old monks nodding their heads in doubt, Todd asked the second question: "Excuse me, how long does it take UU to read www.uukanshu.com to complete a copy of the "Bible"? "

　　 The eldest monk touched his beard, think about it, and said, "If you are a skilled copyist and there are no mistakes in the copy, it will be about a year at the earliest."

Todd took out a piece of paper from his arms, neatly printed with 24 lines of scripture, and handed it to the monks: "Masters, the content on this is the first page of the "Bible", please judge ."

The old monk took the paper, looked at it repeatedly, and exclaimed sincerely: "The font is straight, the lines are equal, and the running script is smooth. The most difficult thing is that the same letters can be written exactly the same! It takes three hours to write it like this. In my opinion, this copyist is a senior and serious expert."

　　 The monks circulated the paper, and they made a sound of praise and agreed with the old monk's judgment.

　　 "If I said, it only takes a week to transcribe such a perfect "Bible"?"

　　 Todd's words immediately stunned everyone in their seats and forgot to speak.

　　 After a while, some of the monks shook their heads and questioned, some even laughed.

　　 Todd leaned forward with a smile on his face: "Masters, why don't you let us work together?"

　　 The monks stopped talking, stopped the laughter, and waited for the other party's next words.

"I hope to recruit fifty monks in the monastery to convey the true knowledge of Heavenly Father to the people in Muxi Town; in addition, I also hope to borrow 50 books from the monastery library every week." Todd asked the monks. Raised a finger: "In return, I will give the monastery a beautifully copied "Bible" every week."

　　 Todd's tone is sincere and pious: "Masters, please think about it, what a wonderful and fair cooperation this will be!"