glorious fall

If the cold autumn rain keeps pattering in the second half of October, Sandra will definitely listen to Tanglas' persuasion and stay in the main city for a few days before returning to Leman, and the sky is bright and refreshing these few days people.

Before getting into the car, Tang Glass's emphatic words were still ringing in her ears. Sandra took out the white dove scepter that accompanied her again, and carefully wiped it several times along the way. When she returned to her Archbishop's Palace, she saw everything When it has not changed, there is a feeling of relief.

"My lord," Hillary ordered the attendants to clean up and tidy up, and arranged for the knights sent by Tangglass to escort Sandra. When it was time for dinner, he went upstairs with Sandra's dinner and knocked on the door lightly. "Your dinner is ready."

After getting an affirmative answer from inside, he opened the door and entered.

Sandra rubbed the corners of her eyes and said, "Put it there."

Hillared put the tray on the small table by the window as promised, set the knife and fork for him, and poured the wine.Sandra came over and sat down, and began to eat with a tired expression. Halfway through the meal, she said to Hillary Reed: "Mr. Ferson, please send me an invitation to the Marquess Winfrey tomorrow afternoon. I hope He will be a guest at the Bishop's Palace after Mass this week, and I will definitely welcome him warmly."

Hillary Reid said yes, and waited until Sandra finished using it to pack it up and backed out.

Sandra yawned several times, and after the attendant brought hot water in to clean her face and feet, she fell into the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Every Friday mass is held in the church in front, and at [-]:[-] a.m. on the second day, the deputy consul in charge of the business power of Leman Province visits.

Hillary Reed greeted him on the porch, led him in, and saw Sandra flipping through a book in the living room, and then got up to welcome him.

"My lord, it's been a long time. My father's kindness in you is even more memorable," Winfrey shook hands with him.

Sandra smiled, stretched out her left hand, and invited him to sit down. After serving black tea, Hillary left and went around to the kitchen to order lunch.

"Mr. Marquess Winfrey," Sandra smiled slightly, clasping her hands on her knees, "I heard that since you became the Chief Merchant of the Province of Leman four years ago, the life of the commoners in the Province of Leman has become much better. Well, after the mass yesterday, Father Xiute from St. Anno's Monastery came to chat with me, and praised you especially to me."

Winfrey touched the sapphire ring on the thumb of his left hand with his right hand. This middle-aged man with a gentle and elegant appearance, has been in business for many years, and has also acquired some characteristics of a businessman who is good at calculating.

"My lord's praise flatters me. I have acted bluntly and cautiously in the past few years, lest the previous Archbishop Juris, who died of illness, blame you. Winfrey dare not accept your words."

…By mentioning the former archbishop, is this meant to be contemptuous?

Sandra frowned imperceptibly, and calmed down for a moment, "Mr. Winfrey, you don't have to be too modest. Sandra is new to the job, and you are not yet familiar with everything, and you still need to take care of it. In this way, everyone can get in smoothly. ,Perfect teamwork."

"Huh?" Winfrey finally let go of his ring.

Sandra drank the lipstick tea, with a half-smile, "Excuse me, sir, when doing business between businessmen, if you want everyone to get a satisfactory result, it depends on each other's sincerity, right?"

"Oh?" Winfrey still didn't comment.

Sandra didn't mean to be annoyed at all, and then asked: "I just don't know, does Mr. Winfrey agree with me?"

The gentle middle-aged man smiled very gently: "Although I agree with your opinion, my lord, I feel that if a businessman or the like cooperates, you must first weigh your own strength, then measure the other party's strength, and finally, look at it." When looking at sincerity."

At that moment, Sandra really felt that the other party was a little cunning, like some kind of animal.

He was about to speak when Hillared came out from the side door and knocked lightly on the door, making a loud noise.

"My lord, Mr. Winfrey, the lunch has been prepared, do I need to use it now?"

Sandra glanced at Winfrey, who had been smiling gently since he entered the door. He secretly sighed in his heart, thinking that he really deserves to be the deputy chief executive in charge of business affairs, and every word and every word is full of calculations.

"Please do me a favor and dine with me first, Mr. Marquess Winfrey." Sandra held out her hand to signal him.

"It is a great honor, please, my lord bishop."

The two had lunch in relative silence, and Hillary decided to rest in the courtyard, so the warm early winter sun slanted down on the courtyard, and dappled light and shadows could be seen everywhere.

Both of them drank their own tea at first, as if they were waiting for who would lose their temper first.

With the sun setting to the west, Sandra was young and energetic after all, and broke the silence: "Mr. Winfrey, please forgive me for my rude request in the morning. After all, you have been in charge of the business of Leman Province for a long time."

Winfrey raised his head from the teacup, still with a gentle smile: "A grown-up and a young man can occupy this high position, so it's not a superficial appearance. I also have some rudeness in the morning. I hope the adults don't care about it."

"How could it be?" Sandra finally breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that Winfrey alone is so difficult to handle, and the others don't know how to impress them, "Mr. Winfrey, what I told you this morning is just It is a proposal, one is that I will rely on your help in the future, and the other is, as you know, since His Majesty Pope Pepperon I founded the country, due to the chaotic political situation and the reasonable and strong planning of several popes, the current situation has been achieved, but the system There are still many omissions.”

"Oh, my lord means—"

Sandra put down the teacup, and the bottom of the cup touched the marble table with a crisp sound.

"Mr. Winfrey, what do you think of the honor of the family?"

"The glory of the family..." Winfrey repeated these words slowly, and the smile on his face became elusive, "Why do you ask such a question?"

Sandra picked up a piece of blueberry pie and put it to her mouth, with a calm expression: "I'm just curious."

When he said this, Winfrey was embarrassed to be perfunctory, thought for a while, and replied: "The family, it is the same line, as long as there are outstanding people in the family, or the family develops and grows stronger for other reasons. Being famous... should be called the glory of the family."

Sandra smiled, finished eating the pie, and then said, "A man as outstanding as the Marquis Winfrey is enough to be called 'the glory of the family'?"

Finally, Winfrey's eyebrows couldn't help twitching, but he still smiled and said, "I have said long ago that I dare not accept your lord's praise."

"So," Sandra finally felt the dripping feeling of cutting into the other party's painful feet, and endured it all morning and half the afternoon, and finally when the other party was relaxing, she brought the topic to the thing that the other party didn't want to know the most—Winfer Lai, this proud and gentle man, happened to be an illegitimate child unfortunately, "I don't know, in the next few years, Mr. Winfrey is willing to cooperate with me, everyone will work harder, dedicate everything to the Father, and serve the Pope Your Majesty will be loyal, fill or change these loopholes that have harmed the country, and then become famous across the continent and become the glory of each other's families?"

"..." Winfrey found it difficult to answer this question.

One carelessness is betrayal of the Father, and another carelessness is betrayal of the family.

The bishop, whose success made people feel overwhelmed, was proud of himself. He looked at the other party with an innocent look and smiled innocently with the "innocence" eyes of a young man who is ignorant of the world. You know, His Majesty also has deep expectations of you."

His Majesty?Winfrey was puzzled for a moment and couldn't bear to think about it. Sandra said from the side: "Hillary Reed, you can go prepare dinner."

Winfrey simply didn't want to spend any more time with this archbishop. Although he was already his immediate boss, he had the smoothness and composure that didn't meet the general standards of people of the same age. People who give up hate it.

"My lord," he forced himself to smile, "I'm really sorry. I remembered that I had an appointment to have dinner with a famous priest in Shamang District, so I had to leave. I hope you can understand."

Sandra smiled understandingly, as if the two had had a pleasant conversation before.

"Please," he said, taking another bite of the pie.

Winfrey, who had gotten up, paused for a moment, and his attitude was more respectful than before: "I am your subordinate, please don't use honorifics to address me, it will make me very embarrassed, please understand." He turned around, and Sandra got up to send me off. He boarded the carriage, and Winfrey lifted the curtain, and said with a flat expression, "I will seriously consider your proposal, and I will give you an answer in a few days. Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Demon."

Sandra looked at the carriage going away, and suddenly laughed out loud.

A few days later, Sandra sent off the knights, and was going to see the army in her hands.

This time, Hillary did not follow him, but the knight captain Pfister led the other 11 people to guard him. The autonomous army in Leman Province is composed of ordinary believers or strong and strong people from noble houses who voluntarily join. It belongs to the Night Forbidden Army and is responsible for guarding the safety of the people in the city.What Sandra took over from the previous Archbishop Juris was an authentic army. Except for His Majesty the Pope who has a standing army and the Crusaders, only the cardinal archbishops of the provinces have their own standing army.

When they arrived at the barracks, it was already dark, and the general who came to meet him had a hasty face-to-face meeting, and was placed in a wooden bungalow that was much simpler than the bishop's mansion. Sandra didn't mind, and quickly ate dinner and washed Alright, I just lay down on a hard wooden bed and fell asleep. The knights didn't dare to be careless, and carefully took turns guarding the door.

Even so, in the middle of the night, a scream that pierced the quiet night sky made everyone's nerves tense: "Everyone, get up quickly! The warehouse is on fire!"

Sandra turned over and sat up abruptly, gasping for breath and breaking out in a cold sweat.

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