Ms. Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either

"Interested in recreating all of this on Terra with me, starting with rebuilding Kazdel?"

PS: This is indeed an idea I had a long time ago.I think Kazdel’s composition—whether it’s ethnically mixed, stigmatized, or once glorious, but invaded by foreign powers and desperately in need of revival—is very similar to our situation compared to the integration movement.So when I wrote this book, I already had this idea—what if I don’t give the integration movement Little Red Book in the same way as others, but pass on the concept of shzy to idealists like Teresia.

Don't think it's impossible for a ruling class like Theresia to do it. After all, people can always betray their class, and there are actually no pure workers and peasants among them.

Finally, everyone can see from the three lines and four characters I described at the end that I am already very cautious, and I dare not talk about it at all, let alone introduce Grandpa Renminbi. I insist that historical figures should not be entertained, and values ​​are very important Yes, the desire to survive is very strong.So please don't comment on Qu Jianzheng again, lest this book suffer.

Finally, if you think it's okay, please vote for the author.Probably next month, Wayne will change his vest and start the second volume of the Columbia chapter.

Chapter 162 Chapter [-]

Londinium, Victoria, July 6, 18:5 pm

The air in midsummer is a bit stuffy, and the hot wind is accompanied by the unpleasant chirping of cicadas, sending the restless mood to thousands of households.The clouds in the sky are very thick, and with the faintly humid air, there is quite an atmosphere of rain coming.

Just like this scorching weather, most of the nobles in Victoria are not in a good mood today. At this time, they should enjoy afternoon tea in a private summer estate on the outskirts of the city while enjoying the pleasure of fishing by the lake.But today, they have to stay at home, pacing back and forth, hoping to relax their worries with futile deep breaths.

In the afternoon before the storm, almost all the aristocratic mansions had such a similar conversation:

"Is the news confirmed?"

"It is confirmed, master, that the rebellion in the northern border has subsided. His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales did not choose to turn his back on Her Majesty the Queen in the end, but announced that he would accept the conditions offered by Her Majesty."

"But how is that possible! The two of them should be mortal enemies, and besides, there is such a thing as a rebellion, where can they find a step to let each other down?!"

"This... the master has to ask the Duke of Normandy..."

Ask the Duke of Normandy.This is something that all the nobles of Londinium want to do now.A few days ago, the scandal of the Duke of Normandy fell like a depth bomb into the news circles of Terra, which had gradually calmed down after the Victorian Reformation Movement. Vicious scandals in several countries including Sami, Black Steel International, Raytheon Industries, and Rum Billiton Mining Consortium exploded one after another like firecrackers.

After the evidence and confession provided by the Duke of Normandy, who was arrested by His Royal Highness Wayne and the Supreme Court of Victoria, during his more than ten years in power in the north, the violations of law and discipline he committed have been dug out one by one, and the Victorian official has officially made this The matter has lodged solemn protests and representations with Ursus and other countries. If nothing else happens, the royal family will get a lot of benefits from this scandal involving various countries.

The rebellion in the north started by the Duke of Normandy was also interpreted by the royal family as "a farce of the heinous criminal Duke and his henchmen in the face of the justice trial from Londinium". The banner of "Bruce" was also declared bankrupt after the rebellion was stopped by Wien himself, with the explanation of "provoking royal relations".On the contrary, it has become a typical example of promoting the brothers and sisters of the Prince of Wales and Her Majesty the Queen.

Ask the Duke of Normandy, this is the common aspiration of all the nobles of Londinium.The original good situation was ruined by the Duke of Normandy, and finally had the opportunity to force the queen to restore the parliament, and the plan of delegating power was in vain. At the same time, what they had to face was the suppression of the royal family who returned to Londinium with a big victory .All of this was caused by the Duke of Normandy, so that countless nobles who were on the wrong side in the choice of sending troops had to wonder at this moment, and wanted to ask the Duke of Normandy if all this was a joint act of him and Her Majesty the Queen. The purpose of phishing law enforcement is to catch them all.

It's a pity that no one can see the Duke of Normandy anymore. The notice about the execution of the Duke of Normandy has been posted on the bulletin board of the Iron Palace in Lundinium, and it has been confirmed by the spokesperson of the royal family. At this moment, the Duke of Normandy, probably Waiting silently for your own death in the most closely guarded royal prison in all of Victoria.

Countless nobles sighed at this moment.The more humble the nobleman's title, the more anxious he is at the moment.

On the surface, they are indeed on the opposite side of the royal family, but in fact, they are just poor people who follow the trend of Taotao.

Facing the new and immature empress and the powerful grand duke, they were forced to choose the latter.But now, things have developed to a situation that is not necessarily beneficial to those big shots. According to the usual practice, if the royal family wants to stand up, these cannon fodder should go up and die for the princes.

But those grand dukes who played the role of watching the fire from the other side and taking advantage of the fire in this rebellion are sitting safely at home at this moment, waiting for all the dust to settle, and then go to the palace with an "apology" to swear allegiance to Her Majesty the Queen .

This is the rule of the nobility, and it has been so for thousands of years.No matter how the situation on the throne changes, only their families last forever.

In countless generations, there was only one person who broke this rule, turned into a god of killing and slaughtered one of the three oldest families in the empire, but that person—the King of the North was dead, and there could be a second North in this world. A lunatic like Wang can't do it?

Prepare for a dinner that is not so rich that it can only fill half of the long table, and put on a pair of old clothes that were bought only a month ago. The princes sat at the table and reduced the candles on the candlestick from three To two, as a show to show their own poverty after ruining the family, waiting for the appeasement from the royal family, and then handing over a few scapegoats as a matter of course, to continue their own blood in a stable way, as if the outside world is changing and I have nothing to do with myself.

Until the clock struck midnight, the door was knocked silently by a unicorn in white.

"Who is it, it's so late."

The Grand Dukes are like repeating machines, sending out inquiries that the unicorns are a little tired of listening to.

They answered in harmless voices:

"Hello, Victorian Royal Envoy."

The voice in the room became louder in an instant.The dukes who had been waiting for a day seemed to feel joy and peace of mind for the royal family's peace that they had finally waited for.

Therefore, the weird timing was regarded as a way for the immature empress to vent her little emotions, and the unknown visitor named unicorn was regarded as the new hound of the new emperor. gate of the mansion.There is no dead end strict defense, only a long-awaited smiling face to greet you.

"I'm so busy so late, I really trouble all the envoys. Come on, please."

"No, no, now it's Your Excellency the Grand Duke's turn, but I kept you waiting for a long time."

He said that, but the unicorn didn't refuse, and followed the Grand Duke into their defenseless mansion.

"Where does it come from, the care from the noble royal family, no matter when you receive it, it will make you feel like a spring breeze."

The Grand Duke was still smiling, but the unicorn had already dug out the list at his waist, passed over the names marked with red crosses, counted to the position of the Grand Duke, closed the list after confirmation, and showed a benevolent smile:

"Haha, you're welcome, Grand Duke, I checked the list, and you are on the list. There will be no next time for you."

The Grand Duke was taken aback, and asked a question that made the unicorn tired of hearing it tonight:

"What list?"

The unicorn drew its blade.

"The anti-counterfeiting list."

........

The next day, Londinium Morning Post.

The heinous rebels of the Duke of Normandy launched suicide attacks across Victoria last night. Several Dukes of Victoria and their families were involved in the violent death. The Aslan royal family promised to catch the murderer and punish him severely.

The mansion in the western suburbs was lit up early.

After finally settling accounts with those disgusting nobles, he let out a sigh of relief. Wayne happily raised his glass, clinked glasses with Ernest and Winster, and praised:

"The gangsters (rebels) fought, and the county magistrate (Duke) died suddenly. Can you figure out this trick, Marshal Ernest, high!"

Ernest hastily raised his cup and touched the bottom of Wayne's cup, then turned to look at the unicorn Winster, and praised:

"No no no, no matter how good

The plan still needs an executor, who can execute the plan so seamlessly without leaving any traces, Chief Patriarch Winster, be tough! "

Winston shook his head in shame, raised his glass to toast Wayne and said:

"It's nothing to me. It's an old craft that has been around for thousands of years. Practice makes perfect. It's better to say that after arranging all of this so that Victoria can cut off so many dead branches and leaves without hurting a single bit, His Highness Wayne It is the first achievement!"

The two looked at each other, nodded understandingly, raised their glasses to Wayne together and said:

"Your Highness Wayne, tall and hard!"

Drank the sake in the glass in one gulp.

Chapter 163 The Three-Year Agreement between Mostima and Wayne

Lateran, Holy City, Papal Palace.

After a month, the cardinals gathered together again, with different expressions on their faces, and what they did was still Victoria.

The Pope personally participated in the meeting of cardinals this time. After all, this meeting was different from the previous ones. It was not about how to help Wayne, but whether he was still trustworthy.

After the pope on the high platform gently knocked his scepter on the ground to announce the start of the meeting, Archbishop Raymond in red was the first to express his opinion.

He took out today's newly arrived Rutland newspaper from his cuff, lined up with the Londinium morning newspaper sent back from Victoria by the trustee, and slapped it heavily on the table top of the cardinal's round table.The old face was ferocious, and even the halo on the top of the head was three points brighter, angrily said:

"This is a shameful betrayal! Wayne Bruce betrayed us!"

He pointed to the list of the crimes of the Duke of Normandy in the Londinium morning newspaper, one of which was related to fornicating the local Lateran church, sending helpless orphans to the church to become monks in exchange for the church's "favor fee" instead of according to the Victorian law sent to orphanages.

This is a disgraceful act of human trafficking, and its exposure will have an impact on Lateran and Victoria, but Wayne still chooses to publish it and conduct a public trial as one of the ten deadly crimes of the Duke of Normandy.

"This kind of thing, he should find a way to help us cover it, instead of letting him leak it or even publish it in the newspaper!"

Bishop Raymond clanked his voice, and kept his eyes fixed on Bishop Urbino sitting across from him.Obviously, it is false to scold Wayne, but it is true to criticize Urbino.

Urbino sneered when he saw this, and immediately looked at his nose and heart, and said casually:

"This is a ludicrous slander. Rutland has never done anything so shameless and indecent. This is the fault of the Local Church in neglecting divine guidance in the decaying environment of Victoria. I have petitioned His Holiness the Church and Excommunication by the clergy!"

Bishop Raymond was taken aback when he heard the words, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the Pope above the holy seat. The Pope nodded slightly, acknowledging that it was true.

Bishop Raymond gave up his plan against Urbino rather unwillingly, and said instead:

"Even so, Wayne has caused Rutland's reputation to suffer..."

"Latland's reputation was lost the instant the Reformation theses were published!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Urbino slammed the table and interrupted him with a loud voice.

The newly promoted cardinal looked haughty, looking down at Bishop Raymond in front of him, as if he was born to be so tall.

You're done targeting me, now it's my turn to fight back.

Urbino spread his hands, and said to the colleagues around him who were not looking well:

"I'm sure you all know that after the Reformation, the power of the Lateran Church has weakened a lot, but you may not have a clear figure, so let me tell you."

Urbino took out a statistical form from his cuff, and slowly read according to the data on it:

"Victoria, there were 96 churches and 33 existing churches. Ursas, there were 190 churches and 66 existing churches. Letania, there were [-] and [-] churches, and [-] existing churches. Yan, there used to be a church, and there is a church now.”

He took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"Our decline is real. Except for relying on our Iberia because of the ocean, the entire Lateran forces are showing a retreat in the whole land of Terra. Everyone, do you think we still have any credibility? "

"But that's no reason for Wayne to put this scandal in the papers either!"

Little Bishop Singed retorted.

"Is this really published by Wayne?"

Urbino replied,

"To be honest, when I went to Colombia some time ago, in the name of you, the respected Bishop Singed, I went to the gold-selling cave in Colombia and ordered a full-body service for the Volper girl..."

Singed's old face turned red, and he cursed loudly:

"I have never done such a thing! Urbino, you dare to do such a thing, it is blasphemy, we are at odds!"

Urbino waved his hand, with a teasing smile on his face, and comforted him:

"Calm down, calm down. Mr. Singed, I have been with His Majesty the Pope all this time. Where did I find the time to go to Colombia, thousands of miles away? I cite an example, just hope you can understand, a signature who It can be used fraudulently, but the effect is extraordinary. You see, what I just said, don’t you want to break with your friend, colleague, and devout Brother Urbino?”

"I am still in front of you. You can easily dispel the misunderstanding of me, but Wayne is thousands of miles away. If he is labeled as a traitor with only one signature of Wayne, then the misunderstanding will never be over again." A day to unravel."

"What's more, the writer of this report is one of Rutland's greatest enemies—reporter Joseph Pulitzer."

Urbino pointed to the inconspicuous signature on the lower right corner of the newspaper on the desktop, and said calmly.

Joseph Pulitzer, no one in the upper echelons of the church can forget that damn name.

Although he did not promote the religious reformation alone, it was his report titled "Justification by Faith" that pushed the entire religious reformation movement to a climax.If he hadn't written that goddamn eye-catching report that sprinkled the sparks of the Reformation on Terra, which was full of dry wood, the sport might have been confined to the country of Victoria by a reacting Rutland, It is far from being able to cause today's losses.

Joseph Pulitzer was Rutland's enemy, and Wayne was Rutland's friend. The credibility of an enemy who attached his friend's signature to an article unfavorable to Rutland is indeed doubtful.

Singed sat down again in a daze, his eyes narrowed slightly, obviously lost in thought.

Seeing this, Urbino was relieved.

In fact, why didn't he notice Wayne's abnormality?Based on what he knew about Wayne, he didn't look like the dandy Wayne when he made so many abnormal actions. He probably betrayed him.But so what if he knew it?In the entire Rutland, anyone can doubt Wayne's loyalty, but he can't!

He and Wayne are bound together, one prospers and one loses. His bishop position comes from finding a reliable ally of Wayne for Rutland in Victoria. The achievements made by Lateran, his wealth also comes from the commission of the financial aid provided by the Holy See to Wayne.

Wayne can betray him, but he can't betray Wayne anyway.Otherwise, let alone his ultimate goal: becoming a saint, I am afraid that all the power he has now will have to be handed over, and his life will be lost.

Who can give up power, who can despise life?

Unless one day he really cultivates the seven virtues, regards money, power, and even life as dung, and is inspired by the Lord.Otherwise he would have to carry this doubt all the way to the grave.

But at this moment, a cold female voice suddenly sounded out.

"Bishop Urbino, your eloquence is indeed superb, but the starting point of all your arguments is that Wayne Bruce did not betray Lateran. How about changing the angle?"

Urbino raised his head and looked in the direction of the Pope. Beside the Pope, a girl in a Sakota robe who obviously had eye-catching long wine red hair but had a very low sense of presence asked with a puzzled face. :

"As you said just now, you were able to resolve the misunderstanding with Bishop Singed because His Majesty guaranteed you, and this chain of suspicion can be broken. Otherwise, Bishop Singed would not believe it just based on your one-sided words. You may even send someone to Colombia to investigate."

She tapped her lips with her index finger, obviously she was standing beside His Majesty the Pope, she was supposed to be the purest saint, but she was naturally charming,

"Then, who can vouch for Wayne Bruce?"