The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Who is that man?"

Sigmund's sudden appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention. For the whole banquet, he was an unfamiliar face. Because he had left for a while in the middle, the guests who came in later were not familiar with him.

"There are still people who dare to take the initiative to approach Princess Charlotte?" Someone took the attitude of watching a joke.

"His name is Henrik, and he is the fifth chief executive of the Bureau of Investigation. I heard that the Duke of Dressel personally appointed him. No one has heard this name before. It seems to have popped up suddenly." After that, I have been in contact with Sigmund, so I know his identity.

"The Bureau of Investigation? That's not surprising. Our princess is a student of the Duke and often presides over the work of the Bureau of Investigation. They should have known each other long ago."

After a few words, the discussion spread, and the mood of everyone watching the excitement calmed down a lot.

"If I knew you would come, I wouldn't accept that invitation." Sigmund complained as he walked over to Charlotte.

"Why, you don't want to come when you know I'm coming?" Charlotte asked him with a glance.

"Uh... I didn't mean that." Sigmon realized the ambiguity in his words, and quickly explained: "Since we are both representing teachers, it is enough for one of us to show up. This banquet is really boring. ."

"Yes, some people are so bored that they start pestering the goddess of the church." Charlotte gave Sigmund a sideways glance and said expressionlessly.

"You know all this?" Sigmon looked surprised, "It's not as rumored, that Bishop Yvonne has a problem and seems to be trying to trouble me on purpose."

At this moment, not far away, Prince Philip separated the crowd and walked towards their location.

"Charlotte, you're finally here." Prince Philip greeted. "If it weren't for you, I don't know how the next banquet would go on." Having said this, he glanced at Sigmund lightly.

"This is Mr. Henrik, the fifth chief executive of the Bureau of Investigation, Charlotte, aren't you going to introduce me to me?"

Sigmon also squeezed a smile on his face at the right time, and looked at Philip seriously. He was tall and handsome, and he looked kind. As a prince of a country, he was also qualified, but his aura was better than Charlotte's. Far from it.

At this moment, he heard Charlotte's unwavering voice, "Didn't you already know him, what else do you need me to introduce?"

Uh... Sigmund blinked and saw that the smile on Prince Philip's face completely solidified.

"I don't believe that woman Yvonne won't tell you what happened just now." Charlotte snorted coldly, "Since you already know everything, why do you have to come over and ask again?"

"Have time to care more about this country, instead of listening to that woman's nonsense!"

Are you so brave?

Looking at Prince Philip whose expression gradually became gloomy, Sigmund was caught in the middle, feeling that he was neither going nor staying, and the expression on his face was extremely embarrassing.

"I...just now... Yvonne did say something to me about Mr. Henrik." Poor Prince Philip opened his mouth, and the only thing that could make him so embarrassing in his capacity was the only one. Charlotte is alone.

Others with similar identities will never speak as directly as Charlotte.

Are you two really half-twins?

You don't have to hit his brother like this as soon as they meet. More importantly, Sigmund felt that Philip was looking at him a little bit badly at this time.

I was shot, Sigmon couldn't help complaining, worried that Charlotte would say something more exaggerated, so he quickly changed the subject.

"It's almost time, the banquet is about to start." Sigmund looked at the place behind Prince Philip, "Oh, they seem to be looking for you."

Seeing His Royal Highness turn his head, Sigmon took a step forward, grabbed Charlotte's arm and took the opportunity to pull her aside.

"What are you doing?" Charlotte's face was flustered, and she didn't react suddenly until she was pulled far away by Sigmund.

"His Royal Highness, when I was in the outer corridor just now, the protagonist Yvonne did deliberately target me, but she didn't test anything out, so she should be **** off." Sigmund understood Charlotte's actions. the real purpose.

But even if you are really angry and want to vent your anger for me, can you be more low-key and reserved? With this going on, Sigmon estimated that his name should have been on the blacklist of that prince.

"I don't want to provoke a kingdom's heir." His Royal Highness did not look very smart at first glance. He was not afraid of smart and powerful enemies, but kept away from such idiots.

"Anyway, he'll hate you even more in a while!" Charlotte whispered.

"What did you say?" Sigmund didn't notice the abnormal expression on Charlotte's face, and at this moment, poor Prince Philip took the opportunity to return to the center of the banquet hall.

Immediately afterwards, Bishop Norius and Yvonne walked to Prince Philip's side together. The surrounding chatter gradually disappeared, and everyone moved forward, surrounding the three of them in the center.

First, it was a high-sounding nonsense, and when he did something similar, His Royal Highness was very handy, with a confident and noble smile on his face.

"I was born in this world under the baptism of the Goddess of Dawn. In the process of growing up, I was bathed in the brilliance of the Goddess, and slowly I felt the call of the Goddess, and my piety finally got a response!"

"Yes." Bishop Norius stepped out in a timely manner, "Prince Philip's piety is almost comparable to that of the purest saints, and today we have a piece of good news to tell you~www.readwn.com~ His Majesty gave instructions, we decided to canonize Philip and make him a real clergyman. The official canonization ceremony will be held at an alternate date, and His Holiness the Pope will attend in person. Today, I announce the canonization of Philip as the Holy Spirit. the son of!"

"We will build a church for Philip in Abetus!" Norius opened his hands, and a soft light filled the room.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell into a strange silence. It was not until a moment later that an old-fashioned old man in the crowd gently clapped his hands.

Clap clap clap.

There was applause, but the expressions on everyone's faces were somewhat strange. Sigmon glanced at it, took everyone's reaction into his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Son of the Holy Spirit.

This is not a simple title. It is a title that only princes who are designated as the next king's successor in the religious dependent countries that are subject to the rule of the Oracle Church are eligible to receive.

Accepting this title means that Prince Philip has clearly chosen his position. On the day when the 20-year peace treaty is about to expire, Philip's choice can be regarded as a huge thunder, which completely disrupted the situation in Abetus. .

At this moment, a voice came from his ear, and then a note was quietly stuffed into his pocket, he turned his head, and Sigmon saw Uludia standing in the shadows in the distance.

"The instructions given to you by the Duke."

With a tight heart, he squeezed the note in his pocket.