Crown of Silence

Chapter 767 On the Road

Holy City

In the early morning, in the Central Sanctuary, in the solemn silence, dew fell from the knights' armor.

Two rows of black armored knights carrying ceremonial halberds stood solemnly on both sides of the road. With the sound of the bell announcing a new day, the doors of the church opened with a bang.

In the solemn atmosphere, the priests in the church were a little absent-minded, and even the cardinal in red clothes did not look happy at the moment.

When walking towards the conference room, someone even accidentally bumped into the lamp stand. The person next to him reached out to support him so that he would not fall, and then waved to the attendant:

"Move this thing away, ask who is on duty today, and make such a thing happen."

The attendant hurriedly moved the lamp stand away.

The bishop in charge patted his colleague on the shoulder.

"Calm down, Allison, we represent the Holy City."

Allison smiled reluctantly, but his expression could hardly be called happy.

No matter who is chosen to take the blame, they will not laugh happily.

Moreover, in such a place...

He has already predicted that after today, he and Uriel will probably be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of the Holy City.

Soon, envoys from all sides have arrived one after another, following the etiquette, waiting in front of the palace gate, solemn and speechless, just staring at the end of the road, waiting for the real protagonist to enter.

In just one week, except for the closed East, almost all countries and large organizations in the world have sent delegations to the Holy City.

On the surface, the Holy City stood up to mediate the war between the countries, upholding justice and righteousness, and trying to eliminate the war. But where is there a meeting that is reluctantly held after all the delegations from all parties have arrived?

The truth is that under the tough attitude of the countries, the Holy City has to stand up and face the consequences of the war.

In other words, pay the price for the defeat.

Before the meeting even started, everyone knew the result:

The Ninth Amendment Act is about to come...

But this time it is no longer the kind of minor weakening and restriction in the past. After the tragic defeat, the Holy City will usher in a complete split and reorganization, and will no longer have any political rights, and it will be difficult to maintain autonomy.

After guiding the entire world for hundreds of years, the church will withdraw from the top stage. Although its influence is still huge, it is no longer possible to clamp down on the countries and enforce orders as in the past.

I am afraid that in the history of the church in the future, today will be a good day that will be recorded in the holy scriptures.

When they thought of this, in the joyous atmosphere, the expressions of all the priests suddenly became a little ugly.

Under this situation, the Red King will naturally not come out in person. In fact, the messengers who came here are all sent by the kings, and only the cardinals can deal with it.

Everyone is clear about the result, but the process must go through.

What's more, it has not been decided how to divide this big cake.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a solemn carriage stopped in front of the Central Sanctuary under the protection of the guards. The Caucasian diplomat got off the carriage, followed by Gaius' representative... Wolf Flute.

At that moment, almost all the Templars guarding the scene could not help but tighten their weapons, wanting to cut into that brightly smiling face...

"Hey, friend, relax a little!"

Lang Flute smiled happily, walked forward, and waved to his former colleagues, "Long time no see, how are you?"

But his footsteps stopped at the end of the road, in front of the church gate.

Leaving the cardinals who were greeted on the steps aside, he turned his head and looked to his side.

The Grand Knight Commander, who led the Templars and was responsible for the security of the venue, stood at the bottom of the steps, with his old white hair tied up behind his head. He was not wearing power armor, but a knight's dress.

On his face as firm as stone, there were wrinkles like scars.

Wolf Whistle sighed, "Mr. Bane, you have aged a lot. I should have brought you a gift earlier. Caucasian health products are pretty good."

The old knight lowered his eyes:

"Wolf Whistle, everyone will get old."

Wolf Whistle smiled awkwardly, said nothing more, stepped onto the steps, and walked towards the cardinals who were waiting there awkwardly.

As if unintentionally, he reached out and touched his neck.

It was a bit cold.

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Compared to the following meeting, this inhumane episode was quickly revealed, and everyone tacitly did not mention the diplomatic mistake just now.

Soon, a white carriage stopped in front of the palace gate. Under the red emblem, the diplomat of Anglo-Saint City got off the carriage, and then reached out to help the young man with a cane down from the carriage.

As if he was unable to walk, the young man walked with a cane and had a hard time, and his steps were slow.

Although he had a handsome face and a gentle smile, the first thing you noticed at first glance was the pair of iron-gray eyes.

Looking at the iron light in those eyes, one can feel awe.

The young man named Watson walked through the palace gate and the road on the square step by step, and finally stopped in front of the steps. The waiting cardinal walked down the steps and wanted to help, but was rejected by him.

After leaving the cardinal aside, Watson turned his head and looked at the old knight, nodding slightly.

"Father Bane, His Royal Highness sends his greetings."

He reached out and took the box from the attendant, "This is the letter and gift he brought to you."

"Thanks."

Ben reached out and took it, looking at the handwriting on the letterhead. A faint smile appeared on his stone-cold face, "The handwriting is already better than mine."

"I believe His Highness will be deeply pleased to receive your appreciation."

Watson smiled and asked respectfully like a junior: "Can I invite you to have lunch with me today? Your Highness has been eager to hear from you."

Ben nodded: "There is nothing wrong with it."

Watson nodded goodbye, supported his body with his cane, and stepped onto the steps, step by step, leaving the embarrassed Cardinal in place, and followed step by step.

Not far away, the etiquette officers were slapping their heads with desperate eyes and wanting to hit the wall.

Another diplomatic blunder...

This mistake occurred twice before the meeting even started.

On the steps, Uriel glanced at Benn coldly. Soon, a priest walked towards Benn without leaving a trace and whispered: "Knight Commander Benn, the bishop hopes that this kind of accident will not happen again."

"I hope so too."

Ben's face was expressionless.

After a short wait, the last representative who had not yet taken his seat finally walked into the palace gate.

Seeing the envoy from Burgundy appear, the bishops were relieved. Richelieu, as a diplomat, had represented Burgundy on many missions to the Holy City. He was skilled in etiquette and would definitely not appear again like Wolf Flute and Watson. Such a half-assed mistake.

Compared to the two evil guests, no matter how you look at it, Burgundy, who has already reached a private agreement with himself, is cuter.

In the eager eyes of the bishops, Richelieu moved forward steadily, without squinting all the way, with a graceful demeanor, dignified manner, and a warm expression that made people feel good. Then... he stopped at the bottom of the steps again and refused to leave?

Not leaving!

I really can’t leave!

Uriel's expression suddenly twitched.

In the sight of everyone, Richelieu turned back and nodded to the old knight in front of him.

"Knight Commander Benn, we meet again."

Ben looked at him: "Monsieur Richelieu, have we ever met before?"

Richelieu smiled, "Twenty-one years ago, you went to Burgundy as a knight as an ambassador. At that time, I was one of the secretaries responsible for communicating with you.

After twenty-one years, Your Excellency is still as charming and enviable as ever. "

"Excuse me." Ben responded calmly.

Seeing that they were done with their politeness, Uriel was secretly relieved that it was finally over. But unexpectedly, Richelieu took another box from the attendant's hand and handed it to Ben:

"This is a gift prepared for you by a junior, some tea leaves. I hope you like it."

A rare expression of confusion appeared on Ben's face. He took the box and saw the tin can in the box.

In fact, tea is not a rare variety, it is just a brand produced in a small place, and few people even know it except the locals.

As if some memory had been touched, the priest fell silent.

After a long while, he asked softly: "That child, is he okay?"

Richelieu smiled slightly, "Although there were many disappointments, he finally lived the life he always wanted."

"Yeah?"

Ben didn't ask any more questions, just nodded: "I wish him all the best."

"Thanks."

Richelieu said goodbye and climbed up the steps.

So, following a bizarre diplomatic incident, the door of the church slowly closed, and the meeting for peace finally began.

"But, is it really possible to cease the war?"

Outside the door, the guarding knight sighed and looked at the silent Ben: "What do you think, Lord Knight? Everyone thinks that this war in Asgard will continue for at least another year."

"No, the war ended half a month ago."

After Ben was silent for a long time, he sighed softly:

"It's just that peace is still on the way."

——

Of course, the first day of the meeting was spent in everyone's wrangling, prevarication and various diplomatic rhetoric, but it is not the meeting that can really determine the future direction.

Rather, it was during the visits and long talks after the meeting.

Late at night, there was a knock on the door of the Anglo Consulate.

Amidst the sound of rain splashing, the visitor put away his black umbrella and smiled at Watson.

"Please forgive me for visiting late at night."

"Are all the old people today so energetic? It's really admirable." Watson yawned, "Come here, give Monsieur Richelieu a cup of strong tea."

In the study room, the aroma of hot tea is exuding.

After the polite opening, the two chatted casually, and finally got down to business.

"I have a deep understanding of Mr. Watson's talents as a diplomat from newspapers these days." Richelieu said, "If possible, I would like to have a frank talk with you outside of the meeting."

"What a coincidence, I thought so too..." Watson smiled, "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is something to talk about."

"I like this saying."

Richelieu also smiled, "To be honest, I originally thought it would be the hand of God."

"I can't help it, His Highness has other important matters." Watson shrugged, "Besides, the superior only needs to bear the consequences. The problem of being a fool and a dog is naturally solved by subordinates like us."

Richelieu picked up the tea cup and said, "I believe we will have a lot in common."

Accompanied by the two people's whispers, the long night has just begun.

Occasionally, during the interval, Watson smoked a cigarette and couldn't help glancing out the window.

Calculating the time, the guy who gave up the task should have arrived at Yunlou, right?

Ah, sorry, I underestimated the difficulty of this volume and I was mumbling all day at the beginning... Please don't worry, I should be able to mumble~mumble~mumble~mumble...