In the United Kingdom of Hoya, Tawugang City, His Majesty Andrew, like anyone who is about to become a father, is anxiously waiting for the news of his wife's childbirth. The king can have a lot of power, but the power to make the mother and son safe is in the hands of the goddess. He had just completed the prayer with all his heart and strength, but suddenly he felt that he might need to do it again to calm down his nervous mood.
The paladins generally don't feel restless, but today Andrew has been immersed in this emotion. He picked up the holy emblem hanging around his neck, held it on his forehead with both hands, and muttered to himself. At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the door, and he immediately raised his head.
What came in was not the Wenpo who was delivering the baby, but the intelligence consultant Mathers, who was raising a long note in his hand and had a happy look on his face. Andrew took a deep breath to calm down his emotions, and then changed into a smile to let Mathers come over. Recently, he asked the intelligence consultant to focus his work on the Holy Trinity Castle and figure out the next moves of Archbishop Donde Mipp. Now it seems that there is news.
"This time the birds flying from the Trinity Castle brought rare good news: the envoy was on the way to our place, and the church had decided to compromise and no longer comment on the replacement of the lords of the Lighthouse." Mathers handed the intelligence note to the king, his voice full of unsuppressed joy: "The formal completion must be completed and wait for the envoy of the church to come, but this matter finally came to an end, at least there is no danger in the front line. Should we call Count Hall back? After all, he will be holding his grandson soon."
"When he is completely sure, he can come back with victory to see the newborn, which is a double joy. The front-line army cannot change easily now, and he will not listen even if I order it."
"That can bring the spell consultant back. If he uses teleportation, he will not consume time at all. Moreover, he is also a priest. His spell ability is so strong that he may be able to help."
Andrew thought about it, but shook his head: "There is no need for this. They all said when they left, leaving the front line to them completely, so I don't have to worry, so that I can take care of Carol with peace of mind. Am I not even doing this?"
"Your Majesty, I don't mean that, I just..."
Andrew waved his hand: "It's okay, I can understand. Okay, I'm going to pray for a while. You figure out where the envoys have been and arrange the safety along the way. Many lords have led their troops to join the King's Army, and recently some bandits have emerged in the territory. Don't let them influence the envoys of the church, but don't let the people of the church discover it, so that they mistakenly think that we are looking forward to their arrival."
"I understand, I will arrange it." Mathers nodded and replied with a serious expression. At this time, a cry of pain came from the delivery room. Although through the thick door panels and the long corridor, Andrew still vaguely heard Carol calling his name. He stood up and left in a hurry, even forgot to let Mathers retreat.
The shield guard golem followed his master with heavy steps, leaving Mathers alone in the study. He should have left immediately, but the servants of the palace were sure that he had left after the birth of the little prince.
The king has an heir, which is very important news for the entire United Kingdom of the Hoya nobles. The Hall family proved that they had a stronger ability to continuate than the Aria Grand Duke family. The nobles will send congratulations, and continuing to safeguard the rule of the king and the future prince is equivalent to safeguarding the interests of their own family. However, in the hearts of many nobles, the victory and defeat relationship between the King's Army and the Thunder Army is still ranked before the birth of the prince. They will never imagine what is happening on the front line.
Feiqi drew a circle on the border and asked the noble scouts of the Kings Army to send the king's flag and tent, and then turned on a vacation and leisure mode under the eyelids of dozens of Thunder Army Paladins and Priests. He either cooked for Shani on the fire or read books in the bright sunshine. If there was no line on the ground that separated the two sides, he even wanted to have a dinner with the paladins to ease the atmosphere. On the first day of "drawing the ground into a prison", he might have a chance in a few days.
This kind of wonder on the battlefield was something that no one had ever thought of before. Bloomfield recorded the whole thing in detail, wrote it into a report, and sent the Knights to the Holy Trinity Castle overnight. He was just a general on the front line, not a bishop. He could decide on the battle, but Feich's actions were not part of the battle, but part of the political conflict between the church and the United Kingdom. Bloomfield believed that he needed to act cautiously.
The same thought was Archbishop McIntosh, who walked hard but firmly on the corridor leading to the Archbishop's room on a crutch. On the night of blood-colored meteors, the terrible monsters fell from the sky, and the Three Castle suffered a major blow, and so did McIntosh. The entire roof that fell on him was a blow, and the heavy bronze holy emblem that hit him hard was the second time. Despite the best magic to heal, it took McIntosh more than half a year to get up from the hospital bed.
At this time, Donde Mipp had become the Archbishop, and the situation in Minas Ishir also had major changes, and McIntosh missed them all. He wanted to play his role, but his body was still too weak and seriously hindered him.
After the night of Blood Meteor, he grew old and his health became worse. He had never felt his legs were so weak that it was difficult to walk, and even turning over on the bed became a luxury? McIntosh knew very well that his current situation was not something that could be reversed by magic, but that the deadline was coming. But for a person who had been wandering on the death vertebrate for a long time, he was already very lucky to be able to wake up and do something. The goddess was already summoning him to the Kingdom of God. He felt it. At the same time, he thought that he had not gone yet, so it must be that the goddess had a mission that he needed to complete.
He prayed to the sky on the platform outside the bedroom, on the one hand, he washed his whole body with the power of the goddess' sanctity, and on the other hand, he looked back on his life that he was about to complete. He did not think he was perfect, after all, people always make mistakes. He believed that most of what he did was good, and he also tried his best to make up for his mistakes, and had confessed to the goddess, asking for forgiveness and forgiveness. Macintosh had no regrets about his previous life, nor was he afraid of the coming death. His only anxiety now actually came from Donde Mipp, especially his radical attitude. When dealing with those forces that tried to weaken the influence of the church, there was no problem with radicalism; when trying to reverse and eliminate the perfunctory and bureaucratic style within the church, there was no problem with radicalism; but when facing the United Kingdom of the Hoya nobles, especially Fitch, radicalism was definitely not a good option.
So even if McIntosh dragged his sick body, he would talk to Donde Mipp and express his views on Feige Hall and the whole thing. He believed that this was the last task he had to complete. The church needed talents, especially those with the mind and ability to develop the church. Feige Hall was such a person, and the United Kingdom of the Hoya nobles should be a helping force, not the object of conflict.
Thunder was rumbling outside, and heavy rainstorms were pouring, and it was like this since the afternoon. On weekdays, thunderstorms of this scale are often regarded as the Goddess of Truth showing their power. "Maybe this is the last thunderstorm in autumn, or maybe it is the last thunderstorm I can see." McIntosh coughed twice, his walking and thinking were interrupted by a sudden gust of wind. The wind blew open the window, rolled up the curtains and slapped him in the face, staggering him.
The raindrops flew in, instantly wetting McIntosh's head, face and chest. The raindrops were neither warm nor cold, but itchy, sticky, and a little uncomfortable. He moved his steps, holding the windowsill with one hand, and locking them with a crutch with the other. The lightning flashed into his eyes. McIntosh adjusted his breathing and felt that he had gained the vitality of life again.
He turned around and wanted to continue moving forward, but found that there was one more person in the corridor. He was a young woman, wrapped in a dark green rainproof cloak, and hurried towards McIntosh. She was probably going to enter the thunderstorm, so she put on her hood early to hide her face in the shadow. However, when the thunder outside suddenly shone outside, McIntosh could still see the beautiful face of the woman with the elf's eyes. She gave McIntosh a very familiar feeling, as if she was familiar when she met every day, but he couldn't call out the woman's name at all. His golden pupils impressed him, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his golden hair.
The woman glanced at him quickly without any expression. She still walked very quickly, and walked past McIntosh with dazed footsteps, with only the dark green cloak gently brushing his legs. She quickly disappeared from the corner of the corridor, and the dazed sound gradually faded towards the door leading outward, and then disappeared. Suddenly, McIntosh felt a little regretful, as if he had missed something very important.
He spent a while laughing at his aging and fatigue, and took a few seconds to blame himself, and then continued. Archbishop Donde Mipp's room was right in front, and the light from the fireplace was transmitted from the gap below his door. He liked to light the fireplace and often stared at the flames for a long time. McIntosh came to the door and knocked on the door with a crutch.
"Please come in!"
Donde Mipp is slightly fat, has a mediocre appearance, wide shoulders, and strong limbs. The Archbishop, who is in his early seventies, is in good spirits and seems to have endless energy. However, his golden hair is no longer as healthy as he was when he was young, and there is a lot less quantity, but he still stubbornly covers his scalp. He likes to comb his hair to the front left to form a small hat brim. He should have sat in front of the fireplace before, and stood up immediately after seeing McIntosh push the door and walk up and two steps, reaching out his big hand. McIntosh was held by him, and he shook his hand irregularly, and almost staggered and fell.
"Sit down quickly, why are you here for free? I see that your body is well recovered, but if you have anything to call me, I should go see you." The Archbishop pulled the Archbishop and sat on the soft chair in front of the fireplace and started a friendly conversation. However, McIntosh didn't believe in his politeness, because after he woke up in the hospital bed, he had never seen Donde Mipp visit him. But then he thought about it, he could call out his name in one go, maybe the Archbishop had been here during his coma, otherwise how could he be so familiar?
"I am a little worried about the current situation, mainly from the United Kingdom of the Hoya nobles." McIntosh said: "I didn't ask me to attend the previous few meetings above, so I was unable to express my opinion. I..."
"Your body had not yet fully recovered, and we were all worried that it would be bad if these troubles affected your rest." Donde Mipp immediately said: "The blood-colored meteor caused too much damage to the church, especially the death of sixteen archbishops. This is simply shocking news. We cherish every surviving archbishop very much, because you are the cornerstone of the church's reconstruction."
"Since it is a reconstruction, why do we have to conflict with the United Kingdom of the Hoya nobles? Andrew Hall is a Paladin king. There are only a few Paladin kings in the entire history of the Yongli Continent? He is deeply cultivated by the church and his feelings are close to us, how... "
"If he gets close, he should give up the Lighthouse Corps instead of incorporating it into the United Kingdom. The church was hit hard and needed to be restored, and the Lighthouse Corps is very important."
"Very important? What's important?" McIntosh didn't understand.
"It's too complicated to say that it's about the revitalization of the church."
"I would like to listen, so that I can have a clear mind in my heart."
Donde Mipp shook his head, his eyes narrowed slightly under his thick eyebrows, as if he was smiling, but McIntosh was not completely sure of this. "I'm going to be more blunt, please don't mind. If you were in good health a few months ago, I would tell you slowly. But you have not recovered from health and need to sleep and rest more, so I don't have to use these troubles to bother and torture you."
"I'm not weak enough yet." McIntosh shook his head vigorously, and his crutch hit the floor that was hot in the fireplace. "I'll ask a simple question: Do you want the church's paladins, priests, and these hard-earned powers to go to war with a kingdom?"
"Of course not. I have never issued an order for war. The envoy has already been on the road. All this will be resolved peacefully." Donde Mipp widened his eyes, his eyebrows raised high, and his face was a little exaggerated. "The envoy I sent is very convincing. The Thunder Army and the Kings Army will not have a confrontation. Both sides will retreat in a few days. I have not ordered Bloomfield to attack from the beginning, and even if I catch the scout, I have to release it. War is not my option."
McIntosh breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If this is the case, it would be fine. I am not looking down on our Paladin, nor am I questioning Bloomfield's command ability. It's just that Feige Hall on the opposite side is difficult to deal with. His ideas are very different from others, and he is very strong."
Chapter completed!