Crime and Punishment Chapter Six Gambling Game

Chapter Six Gambling

Fiore was stepping on the soft scarlet carpet.

His steps were not even, and his strength was sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. Ordinary people would not notice these subtleties at all, but for a warrior whose strength was not far from the holy realm, this only means that his heart was not calm.

Fiore's heart was beating and his thoughts were in chaos. For him, a chaotic mentality was a taboo, but Fiore no longer cared about so much.

Originally, even if he was in a state of uneasiness, he should have suppressed it with all his might. Because the tall man walking in front of Fiore at this moment was the leader of the Sacred Knights, the Blood Angel Augustus.

Fiore could not see through Augustus's strength, but knew that the Blood Angel would definitely see through his current state. As a warrior from the Holy Church, he could not control his emotions, which was a bit unreasonable. Leaving such a bad impression on the Blood Angel was very unfavorable for Fiore's future promotion in the church or the Holy Knights. However, power and status were simply like a cloud for Fiore today.

As long as the noble and elegant figure ahead appears in his sight, he will not be able to control himself.

After obtaining the approval of the Church of Light, Fiore and several fellow church colleagues joined the Bavarian army and temporarily served the Principality. Other colleagues from the church entered the army and followed Marshal Rochelio to fight against the three small principalities in the south of the Principality. Only Fiore had no interest in military merits, and he tried every means to finally get the task of protecting the Grand Duke's wife Catherine.

As time goes by, the southern countries have gradually understood the powerful methods of this great princess.

The armed Duchy of Bavaria has completely become a huge and terrifying war machine. However, even if the entire Rhine Alliance land and several surrounding small Duchyats were annexed, the 400,000 army would be too large for the Duchyat of Bavaria. Moreover, in two months, the 300,000 new troops in training would step out of training and embark on the battlefield. The 700,000 army equipment, training, logistics, and supplies could easily drag down the entire Duchyat. At this time, the Duchyat had become a hungry beast. Since it could not find enough food in its own territory, it would have to go to other places to find prey.

Because there are such a ferocious beast around you who always choose people to gnaw. All the countries around the Principality, even the Dro Empire, one of the three empires, have begun to recruit troops and prepare for war. The Principality of Bavaria must have war, but it is not known who it will burn the war to.

As early as a few months ago, the war machine of the Principality of Bavaria was overwhelmed. If it were another country, it would have collapsed. But Catherine maintained the operation of this war machine with unattainable calculations, power, cold-bloodedness, and her unparalleled appeal in the Principality.

No one knows what kind of mind she has behind her perfect and noble face, it seems that the entire Principality has all the various links in her heart.

Therefore, protecting the Grand Duke of Catherine is almost as important as protecting the Grand Duke of Bavaria. Catherine does not have any martial arts or magic, and she always has to inspect the Principality. The level of danger is far greater than that of the Grand Duke of Bavaria who is always in the army. Of course, in Fiore's heart, no one is more important than her.

Fiore watched Catherine work countless times; he watched her worry about insufficient military spending last moment. The next moment he would change into the perfect smile to meet the young warriors who were about to go to the front line; he watched her sign the hanging orders of dozens of people with expressionless face, and then sobbed alone when no one was left.

Fiore also heard a lot of criticism of the perfect, noble and cold-blooded grandmother. Every time he forced himself to suppress the urge to slash people with his sword, because he felt that doing so would waste Catherine's efforts.

Fiore decided to endure the accusations of injustice with Catherine, although she didn't know what she wanted.

Whenever he lay down on his hard bed, her perfect face would always appear in his mind. Fiore could not help but miss her. When he thought too much, he could only practice swords frantically. But every time he waved his sword, he would always feel that Catherine was watching her behind him.

He has been the guard of Catherine for several months, but Fiore has not been able to say a few words to her. Catherine is always busy. When she is free, Fiore would rather give up the rare opportunity to talk to her in order to allow her to sleep a little longer. As the best in this period of the temple, Fiore has this confidence. Catherine will not refuse to chat with him for a while.

He could feel that every time she looked at him, there was a kind of silent expectation and appreciation.

For her, Fiore could bear everything.

Because he thought he was the only one who knew and understood Catherine.

Augustus led Catherine to the Pope's prayer room and turned around and said, "Dear Mrs. Catherine, His Majesty the Pope is already waiting for you."

Catherine smiled sweetly. The charm of this most beautiful lady in the capital was extraordinary. This smile was like a blooming spring flowers, making the entire corridor shine.

"It is a great honor to see His Majesty the Pope in the prayer room!"

While maintaining his signature noble and elegant smile, Catherine lifted the hem of the long skirt, and then... she kicked open the door of the prayer room!

Fiore's mind was blank and he couldn't understand what was going on.

Even the Pope, who was sitting in the prayer room, showed surprise on his face.

Next to the Pope was sitting MGM and Macbeth. They looked at Catherine, and they could not associate the woman who was almost perfect with the rough behavior of kicking the door just now, not to mention that she smiled so elegantly.

Without waiting for the Pope's order, Catherine walked to a chair and sat down directly. She greeted MGM and Macbeth, and her graceful demeanor made the two high-level angels excited.

Even Lord Tiratmes, who is most obsessed with aesthetics in the heavens, would like her very much, right? The two angels thought to themselves disrespectfully.

They were not alert to the changes in themselves quietly.

"Dear Pope," behind Catherine's charming smile, there was always something daunting hidden: "You are ready to promise the full support of the Principality of Bavaria? I am here to thank His Majesty for his generosity today."

The pope coughed, finally calmed down his breathing and said slowly: "Respectful Madame Catherine, the Church of Light has sent members of the church for you. The Church of Light is to serve the Supreme God, and it is not convenient for us to directly intervene in the war between the world. But please rest assured that the noble Grand Duke of Bavaria was a chosen person who had endured miracles. His great cause could not be stopped."

Catherine chuckled several times and said, "The page 717 of the oracle in the Book of Light is written very clearly. The mission of the Church of Light is to spread the glory of the Supreme God. The difference between spreading and serving, the difference between numbers, is the gap between the Book of Light! Has the Book of Light just been revised? If it has not been revised, then I don't understand why the Principality did its best to fight against the Pagans and spread the faith of the Supreme God, why can't we get help from the Church of Light? If you think there are only six templars in total that can have an impact on the battle situation. Then I can only say that I cannot understand your definition of help."

Augustus interjected: "Dear Mrs. Catherine, please note that the only person who has the right to interpret the Scriptures is His Majesty the Pope."

Catherine smiled and said, "Having the right to explain does not mean that she can talk nonsense. Well, then I will listen to His Majesty's explanation."

There was a quiet space in the prayer room.

It was Catherine who broke the quiet: "Okay! I won't seek the explanation from His Majesty the Pope. Now the Principality is about to go to war with the Dero Empire. If we can get the help of the Church of Light, then there will be hundreds of thousands of warriors in the Principality that can save their lives! Dear His Majesty the Pope, would you rather watch the hundreds of thousands of the most devout believers of the Supreme God die?"

The Pope sighed and said, "Mrs. Catherine, it is not my intention to make things difficult for you. What God's eyes see is not something you and I can understand. When the time comes, I will naturally give you the help you need."

Catherine smiled even more charmingly. She flipped her slender hands and had a bright dagger in her hand.

No one moved during the prayer. Because Catherine did not know martial arts at all, no one would believe that she was going to assassinate the Pope. Only Fiore exclaimed: "Catherine! What are you going to do? Put down the dagger, you will never be able to hurt His Majesty the Pope!"

But the one that Catherine's dagger was his chest!

Fiore's face turned pale. He ignored his status and reached out like lightning to snatch the dagger from Catherine's hand.

Catherine looked at Fiore with a smile, stretched out her left hand and said, "Get it!"

Under her clear eyes, Fiore actually felt great mental pressure. He could not violate Catherine's will, as strong as iron, and had to hand the dagger back tremblingly.

Fiore suddenly smiled. Since he could not stop her from committing suicide, it was still possible to die with her.

This desperate madness is called...

like?

Catherine said softly: "Dear Pope, I don't care what I see with my eyes of God. I only know that I cannot let hundreds of thousands of young warriors from the Principality go to the battlefield and fight the Dro Empire, one of the most powerful empires on the entire continent. At the same time, the Church of Light, which should be their spiritual greatest pillar and the most determined ally, stand by! His Majesty the Pope, it's been a whole year! How many times have I come to you in the past year? But what did I get in the end? The six sacred churches are all these! Of course, Lord Augustus once led the Sacred Knights to the front line to assist in the war, but they only walked around. If I can't get help from you today, then I will pierce the heart with this dagger. Because I really can't face so many young soldiers who will die on the battlefield."

The pope opened his faint eyes and met Catherine's clear gaze.

It took a long time, but it was silent.

Catherine continued her perfect and seductive smile, and the dagger began to pierce her chest one by one.

Fiore thought he could watch Catherine commit suicide, but he couldn't.

Fiore's hands were extremely pale. His fingers trembled slightly, and the sword on his back began to leaps gently.

Finally, the Pope sighed and said, "Dear Mrs. Catherine, what kind of help do you need?"

Catherine smiled softly, pulled out the dagger and threw it gently to the ground.

There was a bright red blood line between the tip of the dagger and her snow-white chest.

"I need twenty thousand Holy Knights!" Catherine said in a surprising way.

Augustus frowned and said, "But at this moment there are only 15,000 sacred knights near the Principality. How could it be that you can allocate 20,000? At most..." He glanced at the Pope and continued, "I can allocate up to 5,000 sacred knights."

"That's ten thousand!" Catherine smiled sweetly.

"Six thousand!"

"Eight thousand!"

Augustus said helplessly: "Okay, it's eight thousand! I'll make arrangements now..."

"Wait!" Catherine called out to Augustus. The wound on her chest was not treated at all, and blood was still slowly flowing out.

Blood slowly flowed through the snow-white chest muscles, so dazzling.

Catherine let her blood flow if she didn't know the pain. She smiled and said, "I know that in addition to combat land warriors and mages, there are many members in the sacred temple who are proficient in military strategies. The imperial army is now full of troops, but the generals are obviously insufficient. I need a hundred sacred temples that are proficient in military strategies!"

"One hundred!" Augustus took a breath. The church had always been directly in the hands of the pope. He had no right to decide on the dispatch of the church members. The Blood Angel suddenly discovered that when he was asking for the church members, Catherine did not look at him at all, but only looked at the pope.

The pope opened his sleepy eyes slightly and said, "There are only twenty of these people in the sacred temple."

"Impossible!" Catherine smiled very charmingly and said, "Don't think I don't know how many members there are in the Holy Church! Give me eighty ones, and you must not be missing any more!"

"Twenty-five!" The pope seemed to have a little spirit again.

The next hard bargaining made Augustus stunned. The most proud member of the church of Light was like goods on the market, and it became the target of bargaining between the two sides.

But in the seemingly interesting process, there was an increasingly bloody smell. The blood had soaked Catherine's bra and began to seep into the hem of her lower skirt. But the Pope turned a blind eye to the blood, and Catherine only thought that the blood was not shed by herself.

"Forty! No more!" The Pope spitted out his last trump card.

"Forty is forty! But add them two!" Catherine pointed to MGM and Macbeth like spring onions.

This time, even the Pope's half-open eyes opened. He coughed a few times, and just wanted to object, he was interrupted by Catherine: "Anyway, the two adults have just arrived from heaven. Since you want to be familiar with this world, it's better to follow me. I can guarantee that you will definitely let the two adults experience more wonderful things in this world!"

Augustus's face turned pale. He never expected that Catherine would know such a secret incident that MGM and Macbeth arrived. Where did this secret be leaked?

His eyes suddenly fell on Fiore. Under that lightning gaze, Fiore trembled gently and his face was pale.

Catherine stared at Augustus with a smile and said, "It's not a fault for Fiore in this matter. He just knew that an angel had arrived in the church recently. I just saw these two adults with unparalleled temperament. They are definitely not all in this world. They can sit next to the noble Pope, so they took the risk of guessing. So to be honest, Lord Augustus, it is actually your actions just now that confirmed my guess!"

MGM and Macbeth looked at each other, and MGM smiled with an elegant smile that was no less than Catherine: "I think it must be very interesting to be able to experience this world with Mrs. Catherine."

Since MGM and Macbeth both agreed, the Pope stopped objecting.

Seeing that the purpose had been achieved, Catherine stood up and saluted the Pope. Then a pale flashed across her face and fell softly.

At this night at the imperial capital Richelieu, there was a hint of bone-soaking chill.

Bang! The emperor closed the painting in front of him and fell heavily to the ground.

Roger stood aside with a humble presence. He was not far from the Emperor's land. With the boss in charge, he would not accidentally hurt the Emperor when the Goddess's wrath was activated. But Roger felt that the boss's wrath should be more than that. Since he stepped into the Emperor's study, there was no sign of an attack in the goddess' wrath. Although the goddess' divine power was in irregular times, it was something that had never happened before. It seemed that the goddess' divine power was suppressed by a mysterious force.

Rog looked quietly at the majestic imperial palace, and felt that there were too many secrets hidden in the Aslofik Empire that he did not know.

"Didn't you already arrange to ambush Frederick halfway, why do you still send this painting? Do you want to anger me?" The Emperor said with a gloomy face.
To be continued...