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Tuk Tuk!

Adolf knocked on the door twice, "Your Excellency, Priest Hill has arrived."

"Please come in." The owner of the voice carried the majesty cultivated by living in a high position for a long time, even if the volume was not loud, it was easy to feel oppressive.

Adolf opened the door for him and said in a low voice, "Please come in."

He stood by the door, obviously not intending to go in.

The fireplace in the room is burning warmly. The climate of Olin is a bit unique. There are twelve months in a year, and basically ten months are in winter. The other two months are more like warm spring. People don’t have the concept of summer. Therefore, it is just right to wear cumbersome robes throughout the year, not only to keep warm from the cold, but also to look good.People rely on clothes, even if they are not good-looking people wearing these clothes, they will be a little more energetic.

But if you think about it, clothes like priest robes have to be long-sleeved, and the design of the heavy clothes can set off the aura. In the scorching sun, if you are still wandering outside in this clothes, Drenched in sweat, the fragrance wafted thousands of miles away, and all aura suddenly disappeared.

Beside the fireplace was a small round table with several plates of snacks and two cups of hot tea on the table.

Arthur Vaserich was sitting on the left, reading a book, while the other side was obviously reserved for Yannick.

"Hello, Your Excellency Fanserich, we meet again."

As a relatively low-ranking priest, it is a basic etiquette to take the initiative to greet, but this silver-haired priest looks a little different, because although he also has a smile on his face, he lacks the smile that most priests see when they see a cardinal. respect or flattery.

"Please sit down." The archbishop in red put down his book, and did not show displeasure because of this—if he was such a shallow person, he would not be a strong contender for the next pope.

"This is a kind of tea that is abundant in the Sarat Empire, called Blanca." The cardinal introduced, taking a shallow sip.

Yannick picked up the teacup, smelled the fragrance first, and said with a smile: "This smell reminds me of the scene of basking in the sun under the tree in the winter afternoon. It is nostalgic and intoxicating."

Lowering your head and taking a shallow sip, the tea glides through your mouth and flows into your throat, leaving a fragrance on your teeth and cheeks.

"Thanks to you, this tea tastes very pure."

To be honest, as a pure oriental person in my previous life, tasting tea was not a difficult task for Yannick. Even people who don’t know much about tea know that you have to smell the tea first, then look at the color of the tea, and finally taste the taste .

Drinking tea was just a prelude, and Arthur Vaserich wanted to use it to observe the behavior, words and deeds of the silver-haired priest.

Obviously, the silver-haired priest is qualified, and his every move reveals natural elegance, without any pretentious gestures.

As a profession of spreading spiritual beliefs, priests inevitably have to deal with people from all walks of life, from nobles to commoners.Although you can enter the Holy See and become a priest as long as you have the talent of light magic, the knowledge involved is not insignificant. Not only must you have outstanding magic talent, but you must also have elegant taste and be loved by others. charm.

Just like Cardinal Archbishop Arthur Vaserich, he took the noble and glamorous route, and his strict personality made it impossible for him to put down his airs like Yannick and talk to others in an approachable and cordial manner, but he himself did not reject Yannick's style, in his opinion, those who are qualified to talk to him are smart people, smart enough to see the situation clearly, and if the other party is smart, but also has a good upbringing and manner It will make people feel better.

After exchanging pleasantries, the cardinal finally got to the point: "Priest Hill, your performance at the interim meeting today impressed me with admiration."

Yannick couldn't figure out whether he was sincerely praising or had something to say, so he could only continue cautiously: "Thank you for your compliment. In order to defend the honor of the priest, I have no choice but to do so."

"You don't need to be overly modest." The cardinal showed a smile, although it seemed that the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled up, but the stern facial features were finally softened a little. "Adolf was rude to you before, and I apologize to you on his behalf."

Yannick was really surprised now. He knew that the cardinal was not so easy to talk to, no matter from his appearance or his previous performance, but now, he actually represented his deputy to him. An apology, whether sincere or false, this behavior alone is surprising enough.

"No, you don't need to be like this. Priest Adolf has already expressed his apology to me along the way, and I accepted it." He smiled.

The cardinal nodded, and took another sip of Blanca tea: "What are your plans next?"

Yannick said: "There is no plan yet, maybe you can give me some advice?"

The cardinal said: "No, I have nothing to suggest. It depends on your own wishes to go to the Papal State or other places. But I have something to give you."

He took out a purple velvet box and put it on the table.

"Open it and see."

Yannick took the box, opened it, and found a delicate golden badge inside. To be precise, it was a typical badge of the Holy See. The Goddess of Light on it stood with a solemn look on her staff. On the top of her staff, the sun The double brilliance of the moon and the cross overlap, implying wisdom and authority, just like the ring case in Yannick's hand.

"Your status as a bishop has not been officially confirmed yet. After all, it is not very convenient to wear that ring." The cardinal said: "If you encounter difficulties with this badge, you can take it to the nearby church for help."

"This gift is really too expensive. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help you?" The silver-haired priest smiled slightly, neither accepting nor refusing. He was waiting for the other party's next words.

The badge was loosely held by slender and white fingers, and golden light flowed out from between the fingers. The cardinal stared at it for a moment, then covered his hand.

"Or maybe, you prefer to follow me?"

Yannick was taken aback. He didn't expect the other party to do this suddenly. Looking at the cardinal's expression, he was still indifferent, as if the person holding his hand was not him.

Being able to follow the cardinal and become his deputy, the future is of course limitless, which is what everyone dreams of.

But the problem is that the silver-haired priest is not a brat who doesn't understand anything, he obviously understood the cardinal's ambiguous hint.

In fact, in the Holy See, since the priests cannot marry for life, some people will have mistresses in private, and even keep male favorites, or there are not a few priests who have ambiguous relationships with each other. ruled out.

It's not that the silver-haired priest doesn't know that his appearance is more eye-catching, but along the way, the priests he meets are basically hostile to him, and he won't think about it over time. Archbishop Yi actually made such a hint to himself.

This made Yannick couldn't help thinking of Priest Adolf, who was obviously past his age outside the door. Could it be that His Excellency Fanserich has such a strong taste that even Priest Adolf would not let him go?

The other party didn't answer, and seemed to be still thinking. The cardinal was not in a hurry to get an answer, so he just continued to maintain this action.

In fact, Yannick had wronged him a bit. Arthur Vaserich was not a promiscuous person. The reason why he had this proposal was entirely on a whim.

First, he wanted to see the reaction of the silver-haired priest. Second, if the other party agreed, he would not mind taking such a silver-haired beauty under his command and training him as his right and left hand. Of course, if he could subdue the other party's body and mind, then naturally he would It couldn't be better.

The silver-haired priest didn't make him wait too long, and with a slight movement of his body, he must have had the answer.

"Honestly, Your Excellency, I am extremely surprised by your proposal."

The archbishop in red didn't make a sound, he was waiting for the other party's next words.

The silver-haired priest curled up the corners of his mouth. His handsome appearance would not make people mistake his gender, but he had an indescribable charm. It was undeniable that Arthur Vaserich felt that he was almost the most beautiful priest he had ever seen. Even Angus, known as the "Finger Emerald" in the Papal Kingdom, is also slightly inferior.

"But I'm not repelled or disgusted, if you're willing to let me take the initiative in bed."

The archbishop in red was surprised by this answer, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and increased the strength in his hands: "You mean, you want to overwhelm me on the bed?"

"Yes, I'm also a man. Do you think I don't have this ability?" Yannick smiled, turned his wrist unexpectedly, and used a little skill.

The golden badge made the cardinal's hand ache.

"You see, it's not impossible if I want to."

To compete with swordsmen in strength, Yannick is of course far inferior, but he doesn't think that he is inferior in the group of priests. Anyway, he has been exercising during his long-distance escape career, and his physical strength was originally weak There has been a great improvement, and many priests and mages tend to pay more attention to the cultivation of magic, after all, there are only a few of them like Chris.

The silver-haired priest recalled the scene where he was suppressed and had no power to fight back that night, and he felt a burst of hatred, but he didn't show it at all, he just smiled and said to the red-clothed archbishop: "I don't know my proposal, what do you think?" Sample?"

The archbishop in red withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and said flatly, "Besides His Majesty the Pope, you are the first one who dares to talk to me like that."

"You think too highly of me, how dare I compare myself with His Majesty the Pope. The reality is cruel enough, I just don't like being pressed down on the bed." The silver-haired priest smiled, "But it seems that you don't Don't like my proposal much."

He originally thought that Arthur Vaserich would become angry and furious because of this. After all, the career of the cardinal archbishop in his impression had been smooth sailing. From the day he was elected to the Holy See, he was personally taught by the Pope. There are four words to describe such a person: the proud son of heaven.

Generally, the proud son of heaven must also be arrogant in temperament, and cannot tolerate disobedience.

However, instead of being annoyed by this, Arthur Vaserich showed very faint smile lines: "You have enough guts, and you are smart enough. I am looking forward to how far you will grow in the future. This badge is just for you. It's my apology for my rudeness just now, I hope you don't take it to heart."

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Yannick would have given him a thumbs up.

Completely beyond his expectations, the archbishop in red, who seemed not easy to get along with, turned out to be a man who could afford it and let it go, and was quite a hero.

Yannick boasted that he still had some eyes for seeing people, and the other party was indeed not angry, rather than posturing.

He smiled slightly, "I don't know what to do when you say that."

The archbishop in red raised his eyebrows: "Then, are you going to accept this badge?"

"Of course not," the silver-haired priest smiled and folded his fingers, and put the badge into the magic bag. "Since you have already taken it out, wouldn't it be rude to ask you to take it back?"

As soon as the silver-haired priest left, the faint smile lines on the face of the archbishop in red disappeared without a trace, and he returned to his usual cold and stern look. As soon as Adolf walked in from the door, he heard him say: "Tell me what you just heard. forget."

"Yes." The high-ranking priest was sweating silently. He did hear some inappropriate content, such as the archbishop being molested instead of being molested, and Yannick Hill actually wanted to suppress the archbishop... Cough cough.

"What do you think of Yannick Hill?" Then he heard the cardinal ask.

Adolf quickly withdrew his mind, and replied solemnly: "Smart, aware of current affairs, advancing and retreating properly, but..."

Even though the current Bishop of the Principality of Santos is the one they are supporting, Adolf has to admit that this silver-haired priest is indeed outstanding.

"But what?" the cardinal raised an eyebrow.

"It's hard to control." Adolf said truthfully.

"So, do you think it is necessary for us to continue to support Karl as his bishop of Santos, or give this gift to Yannick Hill to win him over?" Knuckles tapped the table lightly, The cardinal seemed to have an answer in his heart, but he just wanted to use it to examine his deputy.

Adolf thought for a while: "Compared to Yannick Hill, people like Karl are much easier to master and will listen to you better. As for Yannick Hill, with all due respect, I would Don't think he'll be more faithful than Karl."

"He is just a small person now, and there is no need to pay too much attention to him, but I want to guarantee that he will not vote for Gustav. Among the twelve archbishops, only Gustav's faction can deal with it. We are a threat and I do not want any obstacles in my way to the Pope," said the cardinal.

"As you wish." Adolf bowed slightly, "As for Yannick Hill, I will pay attention to his every move and report to you at any time."

Yannick really felt that, instead of playing tricks with people like Arthur Vaserich, he would rather deal with people with schizophrenia like Asur, at least the latter doesn't need to rack his brains every time he says a word , take one step and think three steps.

The sore waist that got up in the morning broke out completely after the day's toss, and he insisted on perfect posture until he returned to the hotel. After opening the room, the eyes were filled with bright roses and completely cracked.

There were rose petals all over the sofa, the bed, the floor, and even the cabinet above the fireplace.

Note that it is petals, not flowers. Without the thorny flower branches, the room looks more like a sea of ​​flowers.

Then, he saw that the little black cat brought back by Sophia had climbed to the cabinet above the fireplace at some point, and was flicking those petals into the fireplace with its front paws.

Oh also, a direct hit!

Ansel Kapeln, who didn't know that his mind degenerated after he became a cat, thought happily.