Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

The shape of the sea snake cup is unique and elegant, with a lifelike sea snake carved on the cup. Its body is winding and twisting, as if it is swimming in the water. The inner wall of the cup is inlaid with a special material that can emit a faint smell of sea water, making people feel as if they are in the underwater world. The upside-down sea cucumber cup is even more peculiar. Its cup body is like a giant sea cucumber, and its surface is covered with sharp thorns. However, when you turn the cup over, these thorns will magically disappear and become a smooth surface. What's even more amazing is that the inner wall of the cup can actually change into different colors according to different drinks, which is amazing.

When Forberle finally finished the two cups, a hint of pride and smugness appeared on his face. He knew that he had successfully bypassed the ban of the Emperor of God and opened up a new situation for his career. However, he did not become complacent because of this, but became more cautious and low-key. He knew that the world was full of dangers and unknowns, and only by continuous efforts and innovations could he remain invincible.

At this moment, Kalemi pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw the two cups in Foberle's hand, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. He couldn't believe that there were such magical things in the world. He walked to Foberle and looked at the two cups carefully, his heart full of amazement and admiration.

"Aren't you afraid that the church will find you in trouble for committing crimes against the wind?" Kalemi asked worriedly. He knew the cruelty and ruthlessness of the world, and he was afraid that Foberle would suffer greater difficulties and dangers because of this. However, Foberle smiled slightly and laughed arrogantly: "Trouble? How can you make money if you are afraid of trouble?" He showed a fearless expression on his face, "The bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish!" His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was ready to face all difficulties and challenges.

Kalemi looked at Foberle's confident and arrogant face, and couldn't help but feel respect and admiration in his heart. He knew that the world needed people like Foberle to bravely face challenges and difficulties to create their own future and dreams. He took a deep breath and decided to support Foberle's decision. No matter what difficulties and challenges he would face in the future, he would fight side by side with Foberle.

"Um... or how magical are your two magic cups?" Kalemi asked curiously. He couldn't wait to know the magic of these two cups and the stories behind them.

Faberle smiled at Kalemi's expectant eyes and began to introduce in detail. He talked about the inspiration for the design of the two cups and the difficulties and challenges in the production process. He talked about how he tried again and again, failed again and again, and stood up again and again. He talked about the enthusiastic response in the market and people's love and pursuit of the two cups.

His voice was full of passion and pride, as if he was immersed in a world full of challenges and opportunities. His words revealed an indomitable spirit and determination to move forward, which made Kalemi deeply feel his charm and courage.

As Foberle told the story, Kalemi seemed to have witnessed the craze that the two magical cups had created in the market. He saw the long queues of people lining up to buy the two cups and their ecstatic expressions after getting the cups. He felt the efforts and sweat that Foberle had put in for his dream, and also felt his determination and perseverance.

In that distant and mysterious country, the prosperity and bustle of the market seemed like a never-ending symphony. However, the Emperor's wrath was like a sudden storm, which dealt a heavy blow to the once flourishing market. The second ban he issued was like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the animals in the containers. The wording was so rigorous and impeccable that countless vendors fell into the abyss of despair.

Foberle, the leader of the once prosperous deep-sea cup market, now showed deep regret. His eyes were full of loss and unwillingness, as if he could see that the once bustling market was gradually dwindling and becoming deserted because of this ban. He stood in front of the empty stall, staring at the once hot-selling deep-sea cups with empty eyes, feeling helpless.

He was thin and tall, wearing a blue shirt and a delicate jade belt around his waist. His face was firm and deep, and his brows revealed an unyielding pride. However, at this moment, his eyes had lost their former spirit and looked unusually heavy. He stroked those exquisite deep-sea cups, as if stroking a period of time that had passed.

The surrounding markets had become deserted and bleak, and there were almost no pedestrians on the once bustling streets. Only the occasional wind blew across Foberle's cheeks with a hint of chill. He felt the chill and couldn't help but feel sad. He couldn't find any loopholes to exploit, nor could he find suitable alternative materials to save the market. He knew that the deep-sea cup market had come to an end.

Foberle was in an extremely heavy mood. He felt that his fate seemed to be bound by this ban. He was once a leader in the deep-sea cup market, but because of this ban, he was completely reduced to a heretic. The church's wanted order was like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, making him always nervous. He knew that he had nowhere to escape and could only wait silently for the end of the world in this deserted market.

Kalemi, a traveler from afar, was attracted by Foberle's story. He was stunned and felt that the story was as bizarre as a fantasy novel. He asked Foberle in confusion why seafood had to be sold in cups. Foberle smiled bitterly and explained: "These seafoods are specially processed. Only when they are put in cups can they maintain their freshness and taste. Moreover, the cups can keep customers' hands clean while enjoying the food."

As Foberle spoke, a strange expression appeared on his face. He looked at Kalemi with a sidelong glance, as if he was puzzled by his doubts, and even looked down on him. He sighed inwardly, feeling that there was an insurmountable gap between him and these travelers from afar. They could not understand the culture and customs of this country, let alone the choices they had to make in order to survive.

Although Kalemi was unwilling, he could not refute what Foberle said. He felt aggrieved, but could not say it. He could only listen to Foberle's story of their experiences and difficulties in silence, his heart filled with sympathy and emotion.

The change of topic eased the atmosphere a little. Fober shook his head with a wry smile and began to talk about their next plan. He told Kalemi that the church's pursuit had left them with nowhere to hide, but they did not give up. They relied on some loyal brothers they made when they were selling cups to fight for a glimmer of hope for themselves. After the limelight, they decided to switch to a legitimate business and took over a brothel that was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Kalemi curiously asked about the condition of the brothel. Foberle smiled and said, "When we took over, the brothel was already in disrepair, but we did not give up. With our own intelligence and unremitting efforts, we renovated the brothel and selected some outstanding girls for training. Now, the brothel has a brand new look and the business is booming."

Kalemi listened with great interest, and he was impressed by Foberle's perseverance and wisdom. He imagined the prosperous scene in the brothel and the beauty of the girls, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of yearning in his heart. However, Foberle shook his head and said, "Business is not as simple as you think. The competition in this industry is extremely fierce. You can't survive without real skills."

He proudly recounted his experience and told Kalemi the secret of how they renamed the cup sizes and sales soared. He also revealed the uniqueness of the brothel - they provided fish maws for free to prevent accidents, and specially divided the sizes, attracting a large number of hypocritical men to patronize. For a time, the brothel business was extremely hot and became a beautiful landscape on the streets of Bahrain.

However, a mocking smile appeared on Furber's face. He seemed to be laughing at the hypocrisy and absurdity of the world, and seemed to be helpless and angry about the experiences of himself and his brothers. He told Kalemi that although they seemed to be prosperous on the surface, they were full of hardships and difficulties behind the scenes. In order to survive, they had to do things that went against their original intentions, which made them feel painful and struggling.

Kalemi listened to Foberle's words, and his heart was filled with emotion. He felt the complexity and contradictions of this country, and also felt the sacrifices and choices that Foberle and his brothers had to make in order to survive. He stood silently beside Foberle, accompanying him to feel the warmth and coldness and vicissitudes of this world.

As the dusk deepened in the city, Foberle's figure was like a cunning leopard, quietly shuttling between the narrow and winding alleys. His face was deep and full of wisdom, like a deep lake, sometimes calm as a mirror, sometimes turbulent. His eyes flashed with desire for power and longing for the future, but also concealed deep worries and uneasiness.

Furber knew that his approach could bring a short-term boom, but it could easily be imitated by others. Standing on a dilapidated rooftop, looking at the dimly lit streets in the distance, he felt a strong sense of urgency. He had to act quickly while no one else could react to the boom, expand the scale of the industry, and consolidate his market position.

With the help of funds from underground banks, Foberle bought out his competitor's business at lightning speed. Like a shrewd businessman, he made his business bigger and bigger with his keen business sense and unique business philosophy. In the city, he gradually built up a huge business empire, including brothels, taverns, casinos, fishing boats, fish stalls and other diversified industries.

Whenever night falls, the sound of stringed instruments can be heard from the brothel, and the dancers dance gracefully; the lights in the tavern are bright, and the drinkers are toasting and laughing; the casino is bustling with people, and the gamblers are happy or sad, with different expressions. But Foberle sits in his study, quietly sipping tea, listening to the noise outside, but his heart is filled with loneliness and solitude.

Despite his glamorous appearance, the twists and turns and complexities in Furber's heart are hard to describe. He is still a fugitive wanted by the church, and his life is not as comfortable as he appears. In order to maintain his own safety, he had to bribe some clergy to provide him with protection within the church. However, Cardinal Ferrero is always hanging in his heart like a thorn in his side. He is always looking for an opportunity to capture Furber and send him to the Emperor for credit, but every time Furber gets the news in advance and gets the help of the people on Balin Street, making it impossible for him to start.

On a quiet night, Foberle and Kalemi sat in a corner of a pub. Foberle laughed at himself and confessed that although he seemed to be in great glory on the surface, he was actually exhausted and helpless inside. He told Kalemi that being called the "King of Bahrain Street" made him feel proud and honored, but at the same time, it also revealed his desire for power and status as well as his inferiority and unwillingness in his heart.

Kalemi looked at Foberle in shock. He didn't expect his friend to reach such a level. However, the sadness in Foberle's eyes made him feel a little uneasy. He realized that although Foberle looked strong on the surface, he was full of fragility and anxiety in his heart.

Fuberle told Kalimi that although he had so many properties, he could only hide in Balin Street to avoid the pursuit of the church. He found that the poor were extremely dissatisfied with the church, so he imitated the Jinyiwei and organized a Razor Society to overthrow the church. He explained that he knew that the Jingjiang fleet would definitely come to find him, but the Old John Dumpling House had closed down, and he was afraid that Kalimi and others could not find him, so he told his men that if someone came to find someone from the Old John Dumpling House, let them tell him. However, he did not expect that his men misunderstood Kalimi as a member of the church.

Kalemi looked at Foberle in astonishment and said, "You are so awesome that you even want to overthrow the church?" Foberle sighed and turned his back to the candlelight and said calmly, "Of course I don't want to do it and I can't do it. I just need someone to help me consolidate my strength." He admitted that he couldn't tell the truth to stupid people and could only use the name of the church to confuse them and make them think that what they were doing was right. "Overthrow the church" was just a slogan, just like "Amitabha", it was just a symbol of faith and not a real action goal.

At this time, the moonlight shines on Foberle's face, reflecting his firm eyes and deep contours. He knows that the road he is walking is not easy, but he is willing to fight and struggle for his ideals and beliefs. He believes that as long as there is light in his heart, he can illuminate the road ahead.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Kalemi quietly watched the back of Foberlebe, who was gradually receding, and a trace of indescribable discomfort rose in his heart. The two were once friends who fought side by side and struggled for life together in a foreign country. However, as time went by, the paths between them gradually drifted apart, like two curves that intersected and then gradually separated.

Kalemi followed Foberlebe's back as they walked through the familiar yet strange street. The leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the street swayed gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds, as if telling the passage of time. He recalled the days when they first met, when they were still young boys, carrying visions and dreams for the future, and stepped onto this strange land together.

However, reality is always cruel. In this strange land, they experienced too many hardships and setbacks. With his extraordinary wisdom and courage, Foberlebe gradually gained a foothold in a foreign country and became a powerful figure. Kalemi has been following in his footsteps silently. Although he is also working hard, the gap between the two is getting bigger and bigger.

"Fobole, are you tired of your current life?" Kalemi asked softly. His voice echoed in the empty streets, sounding so lonely and powerless.

Foberlebei turned around suddenly, his face looked a little hideous under the setting sun. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, a mixture of nostalgia for the past and determination for the future. He took a deep breath, as if to release all his emotions: "Of course I have to go back! Do you know what kind of life I have been living in the past two years? Although I have power and influence, I am still hiding like a rat in the gutter. Only by returning to Jingjiang can I live in the sunshine with dignity! I have no way out!"

His tone was firm and resolute, and every word seemed to burst out from the depths of his heart. His eyes flashed with a resolute light, as if he was ready to burn his boats.

Kalemi looked at Foberlebei's bald, shiny head, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He knew that Foberlebei's hair had fallen out due to excessive anxiety and stress. What a helpless and self-deprecating feeling! He walked up to Foberlebei, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Although you are bald, you have become stronger. You can see that I have abundant hair. Don't worry, I will definitely take you home."

Hearing Kalemi's promise, a smile appeared on Furberbe's face. He put on his hood again, his eyes full of gratitude and trust. He knew that in this world, Kalemi was the only one who truly cared about him.

"As soon as my brother arrived, I knew this had to be a ceremonial event." Foberlebo clapped his hands, his face showing anticipation and emotion. He turned to look at Kalemi, his eyes flashing with a mysterious light: "I'm going to hold an initiation ceremony for you, so that you can officially become a member of our Razor Club. This will make it easier for us to mix in society."

Kalemi's face was full of tension and doubt. He swallowed and asked hesitantly, "Will joining your Razor Club bring me any danger?" His voice was trembling, and he was obviously full of fear of the unknown.

Foberlebo looked at him and smiled, with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Why are you so timid? Are you afraid of the church?" He deliberately led the topic in a sensitive direction to test Kalemi's reaction.

Kalemi was stunned for a moment, then he straightened his back and replied: "I'm not afraid. Even if the Jingjiang fleet came, I wouldn't blink an eye even if the Emperor himself came. It's just that I don't think there is any need to worry about getting into trouble in the future after joining this association." Although his voice was a little trembling, his tone was firm.

After hearing this, Foberlebo laughed out loud. He patted Kalemi's shoulder vigorously and said, "Don't worry, our Razor Club is very secretive. The club is hidden in the basement of Old John's Dumpling Restaurant. No one knows about it except our core members. The people here are my most trusted confidants. What are you afraid of?"

As night fell, the whole city was shrouded in a mysterious and solemn atmosphere. Kalemi followed Foberleber through the alleys and came to a seemingly ordinary dumpling restaurant. The dumpling restaurant was not big, but there was a dim lantern hanging at the door, which was particularly eye-catching in the night.

Foberlebo opened the door and walked in with Kalemi. In the dim light of the store, a few worn-out tables and chairs were placed randomly. An elderly store owner was busy with his work and didn't seem to notice their arrival.

Foberlebo walked to a table and sat down, motioning Kalemi to sit down as well. Then he whispered to the shopkeeper, "Old John, we are here." The shopkeeper raised his head, looked at them, nodded, and continued to work with his head down.

Foberleber took out a key from his pocket and fumbled under the table for a while before opening a secret door. Behind the secret door was a narrow passage with various sundries and tools placed on both sides of the passage. They walked forward along the passage for a distance and came to a closed iron door. Foberleber opened the iron door with the key and a cold wind blew in his face.

They walked into a spacious room filled with various weapons and equipment. On the wall hung several sharp swords and a huge map. The map was marked with various complex routes and signs, which were obviously important secrets of the Razor Society.

Furber walked to a table and sat down, motioning Kalemi to sit down as well. He then began to talk about the history and purpose of the Razor Society and the tasks and challenges they would face. His voice was deep and powerful, and every word hit Kalemi's heart like a heavy hammer.

As Kalemi listened to Foberleber's story, the tension and doubts in his heart gradually dissipated. He saw the determination and perseverance in Foberleber's eyes, and also felt the unity and trust among the members of the Razor Club. He understood that joining the Razor Club was not only a ceremony, but also a responsibility and mission.

"Kalemi, are you willing to become a member of our Razor Club?" Foberleber suddenly asked, his eyes full of anticipation.

In the ancient castle illuminated by the moonlight, a narrow staircase extends down to a dark and mysterious basement. Kalemi stood at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath of the cold night air. He could feel the moisture and the smell of soil in the air. He clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination, but he still had a trace of doubt in his heart when facing the unknown challenge.

He turned to look at Foberlebo who was standing beside him, and saw an indescribable light flashing in Foberlebo's eyes, a kind of determination and persistence, as if it could penetrate the darkness and illuminate the way forward. Foberlebo's eyes dispelled some of Kalemi's doubts, and he seemed to see a kind of hope, a power that could change his fate.

Kalemi took a deep breath, nodded, and agreed to join the Razor Society. He knew that he would embark on a road full of dangers and unknowns, but he also understood that this was the only way to realize his ideal.

Foberleber shouted loudly: "Brothers, come here! There are new members joining today. We are going to hold an initiation ceremony to welcome the new brothers!" His voice echoed in the basement with an indescribable excitement. The echo seemed to tell the history and glory of the Razor Society, and also foreshadowed the new life that Kalemi was about to begin.

The echo in the basement was particularly good. As soon as Foberlebo finished speaking, a large group of people in black robes gathered. Their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation, but in the dim light, wearing strange clothes, the whole atmosphere felt quite weird. They formed a circle, surrounding Kalemi and Foberlebo in the middle, their eyes revealing a kind of awe of the unknown and expectation for the new brothers.

Kalemi was infected by this atmosphere and began to get a little nervous. He felt the gazes of the people around him, as if they could see through his heart. He whispered to Foberlebo: "Brother, does the initiation ceremony require cutting fingers and drinking blood? I don't want to get hurt." There was a tremor in his voice, revealing his inner fear and anxiety.

Foberlebo looked at him, and the smile in his eyes became even more intense. He gently patted Kalemi's shoulder and said, "What are you thinking about? Just follow everyone." After that, he announced to everyone, "This is my brother Genagizeta, who has sworn brotherhood with me. From now on, seeing him is like seeing me. Come on, bring up the things, and we will begin the initiation ceremony!"

The black robes were all cheering, and soon someone brought a silver plate with a silver cover on it and handed it to Foberlebo respectfully. The plate shone brightly under the light, as if it were a precious work of art. Kalemi was confused and looked at Foberlebo to ask what was going on.

Foberlebo smiled and lifted the cover of the dish. A foul smell hit his nose. Kalemi was shocked to see a black thing on the dish. It was sticky and looked very disgusting. He couldn't help asking, "What the hell is this? Does the initiation ceremony require eating shit?" There was a hint of surprise and disgust in his voice.

After hearing this, Foboler showed an unhappy look on his face. He frowned and said, "This is not shit, this is our homemade braised large intestine, the brothers have all eaten it, if you don't believe me, just ask them." After saying that, he looked around, and the black robes all agreed, some even took the initiative to pick up a piece of braised large intestine and started eating, with a satisfied expression on their faces.

Kalemi looked at the plate of braised pork intestines in front of him, feeling mixed emotions. He understood that this was a tradition and rule of the Razor Society, but he still couldn't accept this strange food. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he felt he couldn't back down, so he had to bite the bullet and pick up a piece of braised pork intestines, put it in his mouth and took a bite. The taste of the braised pork intestines was so strong that Kalemi almost vomited. He stared at the cheering and applauding black robes with wide eyes, and an inexplicable anger surged in his heart.

He asked Foberlebo what this meant and why he had to eat this. Foberlebo looked at him, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He sighed and said, "When we first established the Razor Society, the conditions were very difficult and only a few people ate this meal together, so we set this rule. Later, everyone discussed that all new members must pass this test to show that we are all equal, all close brothers, and we must share weal and woe together."

After listening to Foberlebo's explanation, Kalemi's anger subsided a little. He sighed, "You guys are really strange. You actually use this way to express brotherhood." There was a hint of helplessness and admiration in his voice.

Foberlebo looked at Kalmi, smiled and said, "This is our way. It may be a little special, but it is very effective. You are now a member of our Razor Club. I hope you can abide by our rules and fight alongside us." His voice was full of expectation and trust.

Kalemi nodded and began to gradually accept this new identity. He asked Foberleber: "What specific plans and goals will our razor have?" His voice was full of determination and expectation.

Foberlebo said solemnly: "Our goal is to resist the oppression of the church and fight for freedom. Now the situation is turbulent, the church is becoming more and more powerful, and they are trying to control the entire country. We must stand up and resist." His voice was full of firmness and determination.

After hearing what Foberlebo said, Kalemi's heart was filled with passion. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he could feel the surging power surging in his body. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I will fight with you!"

At this time, the atmosphere in the basement became more tense and solemn. Kalemi's oath echoed in the empty basement, as if awakening a dormant power. People in black robes came forward one after another, and they stretched out their rough palms and gently patted Kalemi's back to express their welcome and support.

Under the light, Kalemi carefully observed these black-robed men. Each of them had a resolute face and an unyielding light in their eyes. Although their clothes were worn out, the aura they exuded was something that people could not underestimate. Kalemi understood that these people were warriors who had experienced hardships and vicissitudes of life, and their existence itself was the most solid strength of the Razor Society.

Fuberlebo walked up to Kalemi and whispered, "Our battle has just begun. You must be prepared." His words were full of seriousness and earnestness. Kalemi nodded. He knew that he was about to face a long and difficult struggle.

Next, Foberleber began to tell Kalemi about the history and beliefs of the Razor Society. His words were full of passion and pride, as if he could bring Kalemi back to that era full of war and glory. Kalemi was deeply attracted by these stories, as if he saw the magnificent scene of the members of the Razor Society bravely killing the enemy on the battlefield and fighting for freedom.

As the story progresses, Kalemi gets to know the Razor Society better and better. He understands that the Razor Society's faith is not only to resist the oppression of the church, but also to pursue freedom, equality and justice. He feels the firmness and persistence of the members of the Razor Society in their faith, and also feels the efforts and sacrifices they have made for their faith.

After listening to Foberleber's story, Kalemi's heart was filled with emotion and admiration. He realized that he was no longer a lonely warrior, but a member of the big family of the Razor Society. He felt that he had a great responsibility and mission to fight for the beliefs and ideals of the Razor Society.

In the following days, Kalemi seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and gradually integrated into the life of the Razor Society. He was no longer the lonely figure wandering in the streets, but became a member of a group of like-minded brothers. Their faces were engraved with perseverance and indomitable spirit, and their eyes sparkled with a desire for freedom and justice.

Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell on the training ground of the Razor Society, Kalemi and his brothers began rigorous training. Their figures stretched out in the morning light, their clothes soaked with sweat, but no one ever complained. Every punch and every kick embodied their desire for freedom and their persistence in justice.

After the training, they would sit together and plan the next action. Kalemi always actively participated in it. He had an active mind and could always come up with some novel ideas. His eyes were shining with wisdom, as if he could see through everything. Under his leadership, the actions of the Razor Society became more and more successful, dealing a heavy blow to the church.

In this process, Kalemi gradually understood the true meaning of the Razor Club's slogan "You can do anything unless prohibited by law". This is not only a code of conduct, but also a pursuit of freedom and rights. In the Razor Club, everyone is equal, and there is no distinction between high and low. They respect and support each other and work together for a goal. This atmosphere makes Kalemi feel warm and at ease, and also makes him more determined in his beliefs and goals.

Whenever night falls, Kalemi will stand alone in front of the window, gazing at the starry sky in the distance. His heart is full of longing and expectation for the future. He knows that he is fighting for freedom and justice, a road full of hardships and dangers, but he has never regretted his choice. There is a firm light in his eyes, as if it can penetrate the darkness and illuminate the road ahead.

As time went by, Kalemi gradually became a core member of the Razor Society. He led his brothers in repeated resistance actions, which dealt a heavy blow to the church. Their actions became more frequent and bolder, making the church feel uneasy. However, Kalemi remained calm and firm, knowing that only by persisting could he achieve the final victory.

One night, Kalmi and Ferbole were sitting in a tavern talking about the recent situation. They both had tired but determined expressions on their faces, as if they were already used to this tense and exciting life.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Kalemi suddenly shouted excitedly, shaking his head like a rattle, his face full of disbelief, "How could that exiled Jingjiang rebel king have the courage to challenge the church? Even if he is talented and has taken control of a small country in a few years, how can the power of that small country be compared with that of the church?"

Furber frowned, pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe he is just an arrogant oriental madman. But no matter what, we have to be careful. The church has noticed this newly rising force, and they may take more drastic actions to suppress us."

Kalemi nodded and was about to speak when she was interrupted by a sudden voice. "The food is served!" Several waiters in black robes came over with plates and placed dishes in front of the two of them. The fragrant smell immediately filled the whole room, making the two of them temporarily forget the previous tense atmosphere.

Foberle greeted him warmly, "Come on, let's eat and chat. Try these stir-fried dishes, they all have Jingjiang flavor! Especially this spicy stir-fried sea cucumber, which is very famous in Balin Street."

The table was full of delicious food, and Kalemi's eyes lit up. He looked at the colorful and fragrant sea cucumbers, as if he saw the hope of freedom and justice. He took a deep breath, then happily picked up a piece of sea cucumber with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. The deliciousness of the sea cucumber and the spicy taste were perfectly combined, as if dancing on the tip of the tongue. He couldn't help but close his eyes and enjoy the wonderful taste, which diluted the nausea left by eating the large intestine before.

"Wow! Try this sea cucumber! It's really delicious!" Kalemi recommended excitedly. His face was filled with a happy smile, as if he had forgotten the tension and fatigue before.

Foberle also picked up a piece of sea cucumber and tasted it, then nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, this dish is very troublesome to make. The sea cucumber needs to be beaten many times to have such a crisp and tender texture."

The two ate and chatted, enjoying this rare leisure time. They talked about the recent situation, the future of the Razor Society, and the ideals of freedom and justice. Although they faced great difficulties and dangers, they always maintained optimism and firm beliefs. Because they knew that only by persisting can they achieve the final victory.

Suddenly, Kalemi put down his chopsticks and said, "I have to tell Brother Cao'er about this and hear his opinion." There was a firm light in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

Fo Bole nodded in agreement and said, "That's right, Brother Cao'er is knowledgeable and may be able to give us some advice." There was an expectant look on his face, as if he couldn't wait to meet Brother Cao'er.

So the two said goodbye to the tavern and walked towards Brother Cao'er's residence. They were full of expectations and confidence because they knew that as long as they were united, nothing could stop them from moving forward.

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In the depths of the Ferrero Palace, the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the stained glass windows into the empty hall. The mottled light and shadows interweave, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to this solemn and ancient place. At this moment, a discussion about the people of Jingjiang is in full swing.

The cardinal, the old man in gorgeous robes and a golden crown, was sitting on the throne in the center of the hall. His face was deeply wrinkled by the years, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, as if they could see into people's hearts. Beside him, Duke Walter Bolson stood quietly, with a trace of imperceptible worry on his face.

At the entrance of the hall, Father Jesus slowly appeared. He was wearing a slightly worn black robe, and his face was a bit tired and uneasy. He looked up at the cardinal and the duke in the center of the hall, and an inexplicable tension surged in his heart.

The cardinal stared at Father Jesus with a sharp gaze. He asked in a deep voice, "Father Jesus, why did you come back alone? Do you know about the incident in Ferrero when the people from Jingjiang caused trouble? Did they embarrass our missionaries?"

Father Jesus trembled slightly, as if he was oppressed by an invisible force. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner tension. He whispered, "That... I heard some things later, but the people of Jingjiang were still quite polite to us. I was the only one who was willing to come back to report the situation, and the others wanted to stay in Jingjiang to continue... preaching."

At the end, he lowered his head with a guilty conscience, as if he was hiding something. He did not dare to look directly into the cardinal's eyes, fearing that his guilt and uneasiness would be seen in those sharp eyes.

The cardinal frowned slightly, and he was obviously not satisfied with Father Jesus' answer. He asked, "Preaching? How many believers did you recruit and how many churches did you build this time?" He stared into Father Jesus' eyes, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

Father Jesus was silent for a moment and then whispered, "We built a church but it's not finished yet... because we are short of money, everyone else is working to earn money... and there is no time to recruit believers." His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it was almost inaudible. He felt his heart beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

The cardinal was furious when he heard this. He slammed the table and stood up, his voice shaking the whole hall: "Working to earn money?! Do they treat you as serfs?! You damned Jingjiang people! What's wrong with you?!" His roar echoed in the empty hall, making people feel terrified. Father Jesus was so scared that he trembled all over. He stood there trembling like a frightened bird, not daring to move. He felt his legs weakening and he could hardly stand. He knew that he would be punished for coming back this time, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

The cardinal became even more angry when he saw Father Jesus's frightened and helpless look. He pointed at Father Jesus' nose and roared, "Shut up! Tell me! What on earth do they want to do this time?! Are they trying to provoke a war with our church?!" His eyes were flashing with anger and dangerous sparks, as if he would burn the man in front of him to ashes at any time!
Father Jesus was so scared that he almost cried. He waved his hands and denied it, "No! No! They just had a misunderstanding due to cultural differences... Jingjiang is a peace-loving country! They want to cooperate with us, so they came here to show goodwill..." He explained eagerly, fearing that the cardinal would misunderstand something and cause more serious consequences.

But the cardinal obviously didn't believe his explanation. He sneered and said sarcastically: "Love peace?! Humph! They claim to be the most powerful country in the Far East and they are talking to us about love peace?! Do you think I haven't seen those unreasonable and greedy Orientals?!" He recalled the experience of being hijacked at sea. The traitor forced him to insult the Emperor and finally threw him into the sea. His heart was filled with humiliation and anger! These Jingjiang people are simply going too far!
Hearing this, Father Jesus knew that no matter how much he explained, it was useless. He could only lower his head silently and endure the cardinal's anger and accusations. He felt that his heart was full of pain and helplessness. He didn't know what he should do to calm down this storm...

At this moment, the door of the hall was gently pushed open. A young maid walked in with a cup of steaming coffee in her hand. She was frightened when she saw the tense atmosphere in the hall and the angry face of the cardinal and quickly lowered her head.

The cardinal calmed down a little when he saw her. He waved his hand to signal her to leave. But the maid seemed to have mustered up the courage and walked up to Father Jesus and whispered, "Father... Don't be too sad... I know you are doing this for the good of the church..."

When Father Jesus looked up at the maid, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes. He felt as if he had found a trace of warmth and comfort in this strange country...

The cardinal became even more angry when he saw this. He roared, "Shut up! You have no right to speak here!" He snatched the coffee from the maid and threw it to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

The maid was so frightened that she immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to apologize. But the cardinal had no intention of letting her go. He continued to roar: "You Orientals are all the same! You can only use sweet words to deceive people! I tell you! Our Ferrero Church will not be deceived by you! You'd better be smart and get out of our country!"

When Father Jesus heard this, he felt grief and helplessness. He looked at the angry face of the cardinal and the innocent maid who was implicated, and his heart seemed to be torn apart. He knew that he could not change the cardinal's prejudice and misunderstanding of the people of Jingjiang, but he also understood that he could not just give up and let the innocent people of Jingjiang be treated unfairly.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He raised his head, looked directly into the cardinal's eyes, and said firmly, "Bishop, please calm down. The people of Jingjiang are not what you think. During my time in Jingjiang, I witnessed their kindness and hard work. They respect our beliefs and are willing to coexist peacefully with us. This time they came because of misunderstandings caused by cultural differences, but they have no ill intentions."

The cardinal frowned upon hearing this, and he obviously did not believe what Father Jesus said. He said coldly, "You said they are kind and hardworking? Then why don't they allow you to preach? Why do they let you work to earn money? Isn't this treating us like serfs?"

Father Jesus shook his head and explained, "Your Excellency the Bishop, you don't know. Jingjiang is a wealthy and prosperous country, and their living standards are much higher than ours. But they are not arrogant because of this, but respect our beliefs even more. They know that we lack funds to build churches and develop believers, so they take the initiative to help us find jobs and make money. This is not an insult to us, but a kind of kindness and help from them."

The cardinal's expression softened a little when he heard this, but he still insisted, "Why did they only build an unfinished church? Why didn't they recruit more believers?"

Father Jesus sighed and said, "Your Excellency the Bishop, the beliefs of the people of Jingjiang are different from ours. They have their own gods and religious systems. It is not easy for us to preach there. But we have not given up, and we will continue to strive for their understanding and support. At the same time, we will use the money we earn to speed up the construction of the church."

The cardinal was silent for a moment and then slowly sat down. He looked at Father Jesus' firm eyes and sincere tone and couldn't help but feel a little shaken. He began to reflect on whether his prejudice and misunderstanding of Jingjiang people were too one-sided and arbitrary.

At this time, Duke Walter Polson stepped forward and whispered to the cardinal, "Please calm down, Bishop. What Father Jesus said is true. The people of Jingjiang are indeed a hardworking and kind people. They have no ill will towards us, but there is a misunderstanding due to cultural differences. We should give them more understanding and tolerance instead of blindly blaming and scolding them."

The cardinal was even more shaken when he heard this. He looked at the sincere and determined eyes of Father Jesus and Duke Walter Polson and knew that he could no longer hold on to his prejudice. He sighed and said, "Okay, I admit that my prejudice against the people of Jingjiang is too one-sided. I will reconsider my attitude towards them and try my best to eliminate misunderstandings and barriers."

Father Jesus was delighted to hear this. He quickly bowed and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Bishop! I will continue to strive for the understanding and support of the people of Jingjiang and contribute to the development of our church there!"

The cardinal nodded and signaled him to leave. He looked at Father Jesus's receding back and couldn't help but feel a sense of respect and gratitude. He knew that he was able to change his prejudice and misunderstanding of the people of Jingjiang this time thanks to Father Jesus's courage and persistence and the persuasion and support of Duke Walter Polson.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared into the horizon and night fell. The hall of the Ferrero Palace was silent, with only the occasional sound of footsteps breaking the tranquility. The cardinal sat on the throne and fell into deep thought. He knew that although the discussion on the people of Jingjiang was over, the relationship between the church and the people of Jingjiang still needed time to repair and develop.

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At this moment, the atmosphere in the meeting hall of the palace was tense as if it were solidified lead. The golden candlelight illuminated the dome inlaid with gemstones, but it could not dispel the oppressive atmosphere. A group of nobles and clergy sat around the long table, their faces were either angry or worried, but there was an old man sitting in the corner, his eyes looked unusually calm.

The old man was Duke Walter Bolson. He was wearing a dark blue robe embroidered with delicate gold patterns, symbolizing his nobility and dignity. His face was full of traces of time, but his eyes were still bright, as if they could see through people's hearts. At this moment, he raised his head slightly, looking through the crowd and looking directly at the angry face of the cardinal.

The cardinal was a middle-aged man, his face flushed red, as if he would explode at any moment. His red robe looked particularly bright in the candlelight, but the bright color could not conceal his inner anger and uneasiness. He glared at Duke Walter Polson, but after seeing the Duke's calm eyes, his tone softened a little: "Meet, of course. But not now."

The cardinal turned his head and said to Father Jesus who was standing beside him: "Go back and tell them to send a senior official to the church to confess first, and then enter the port. I don't want to listen to you anymore, get out!" His voice was cold and resolute, like a sharp sword, piercing into Father Jesus' heart.

Father Jesus' face turned pale, and he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and going straight to his heart. He looked at the cardinal in disbelief, and the eyes that were once full of awe and trust were now full of confusion and despair. He felt that his world was collapsing, and all his faith and loyalty became meaningless at this moment.

He fled the palace in a panic, his mind in a mess. He recalled his relationship with Jingjiang, and the friendship and trust they once had became so fragile at this moment. He couldn't imagine how he would face the judgment and punishment of the church after returning. The organization he once loved and dedicated his life to now regarded him as a traitor.

He walked to the port unknowingly, looking at the rough sea, his heart was filled with confusion and helplessness. The sea breeze blew across his cheeks, taking away some tears and his last glimmer of hope. He felt as if he was abandoned in this vast world, lonely and helpless.

At this moment, a warm hand gently patted his shoulder. He turned around and saw a familiar figure standing beside him. It was his old friend Kalemi, a young businessman. Kalemi looked at him with concern and sympathy in his eyes: "Father, why are you here? Didn't you go home to visit?"

Father Jesus forced a smile, but he could not hide the confusion and despair in his eyes. He told Kalemi about his experience, his voice full of fatigue and powerlessness. He felt that his spirit was on the verge of collapse, but Kalemi's care and comfort gave him a touch of warmth.

After listening to this, Kalemi sighed helplessly: "They actually slandered you as an apostate? This is too much! Father, you should go home and rest first. We will work together to find a way to solve this problem." His voice was firm and powerful, like a warm current flowing into Father Jesus' heart.

Father Jesus nodded sadly, and he felt his mood calmed down a little. He thanked Kalemi and slowly stood up to leave. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, stretching his figure very long. He staggered out of the port, leaving behind only a lonely and desolate back that looked particularly desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun...

At the edge of the harbor, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Kalemi's face, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions. He quietly watched the priest's back as he walked away. The back stretched very long under the setting sun, as if carrying countless heaviness and sorrow. He felt mixed emotions in his heart, with sympathy for the priest and confusion about the future.

Kalemi is a tall, dark-skinned young man with a determined look in his eyes. His face is well-defined, as if it were carved out of stone. At this moment, his brows are furrowed, as if he is thinking about how to deal with this thorny problem. He knows that they cannot just sit back and do nothing, because this problem concerns the peace of the entire city.

"It would be bad for anyone to fight for face." He muttered to himself, his voice low and firm. He turned and left the port, heading towards the base of the Razor. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to announce his determination to the world.

In the base of the Razor Society, Forber was sitting in front of a worn wooden table, tapping his fingers lightly on the tabletop, making a crisp sound. He heard Kalemi's footsteps, raised his head, and showed a sly smile. His eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through everything.

"You're here." Foberle said lightly, his voice low and powerful, full of majesty.

Kalemi nodded and told Foberle everything that had just happened at the port. His voice was full of helplessness and anxiety.

After listening to Kalemi's retelling, Foberle stroked his chin and thought for a long time. His brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something important. After a long while, he finally showed a mysterious smile, as if he had found a solution to the problem.

"This question is actually very simple." He said slowly, his voice full of confidence.

"Oh? What do you think?" Kalemi asked curiously.

Furber stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery outside. His eyes were deep and distant, as if he could see through the essence of the world. He took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, as if he was exhaling all the troubles in his heart.

"Give me three hours and I'll find someone to kill the cardinal." He said calmly, but his tone revealed a firm determination.

Kalemi's scalp went numb, and he looked at Foberle in astonishment, as if he saw a completely stranger. He couldn't believe his ears. Was this really the president of the Razor Club who acted in secret and whose members were all law-abiding citizens?

"I heard that the Razor Society is very secretive and its members are all law-abiding citizens. Is this what you call secretive?" he asked in disbelief.

Furber turned around and looked into Kalemi's eyes, his eyes flashing with determination. He reached out his hand, patted Kalemi's shoulder heavily, and said earnestly: "Of course we abide by the law, but to us, those people in the church are not human beings at all. What's more, we are heretics and enemies of the church. Tell me, what's the big deal about killing a cardinal?"

Kalemi was shocked by what Furber said. He had never thought that someone could justify killing someone so confidently. He looked into Furber's eyes, as if he saw an endless abyss. He stopped talking and lowered his head silently.

Furber paused, looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. He continued, "To be honest, the Razor Order has not done anything big since its establishment. If I don't take any action, I'm afraid the brothers will leave me. Now it's rumored in the order that there is a strong man in the north who dares to kill the cardinal, and everyone wants to join him. If I don't take action, how can I stand in front of the brothers?"

His words were full of helplessness and determination, as if he was telling an unknown story. Kalemi looked at Foberle and felt an inexplicable respect in his heart. He knew that this seemingly frivolous president actually had his own difficulties and persistence.

"But what problem can you solve by killing the cardinal? The higher-ups will definitely send more people, and won't that only intensify the conflict?" Kalemi muttered in a low voice.

Furber waved his hands, as if to dispel all these concerns. He said mysteriously: "It was the Razor Society that killed the cardinal. What does it have to do with other people? I am trying to divert your attention. You can join forces with Duke Walter Bolson, and the rest will be easy. Everything is difficult at the beginning."

He added, "And don't you have people in the church? You can talk to Brother Cao'er and ask him to help you pass on the message and cover our actions. With such a strong backer here, what do I have to be afraid of? This time we will play it openly! Just listen to my arrangements on this matter, you don't have to worry about it."

Fubole's words made Kalemi feel a chill. He looked into Fubole's eyes, as if he saw an endless abyss. He stopped talking and lowered his head silently. He knew that this decision would change their fate, but he also believed that only after going through the wind and rain could he see the rainbow.

The night was like thick ink, quietly covering every corner of the city. The breeze seemed to be mixed with a hint of uneasiness, as if foreshadowing the upcoming turmoil.

Suddenly, two dark shadows flashed out from the dark corner and appeared in front of a simple wooden house like ghosts. Their faces were tightly wrapped in black turbans, revealing only a pair of cold and determined eyes. These two people were the members of the assassination team - A Lin and Lei Hu.

A-Lin was tall, with well-defined muscles, as hard as steel that had been tempered a thousand times. His eyes revealed an unyielding pride, as if no difficulty could knock him down. Lei Hu, on the other hand, was more agile, with a skinny body, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but his sharp eyes made people dare not underestimate him.

At this moment, they stood in front of the wooden house, feeling an inexplicable tension in their hearts, because they were about to face the famous Cardinal Joseph.

At this moment, a deep and cold voice came from behind them: "Brothers, we have something important to do tonight." This voice was like a cold blade, piercing their hearts. They looked back and saw a burly man with a stern face standing behind them. This man was their leader, Foberle.

There was an unquestionable arrogance in Foberle's eyes, as if everything he said was natural. He looked at A Lin and Lei Hu coldly, and continued: "You two go and get the cardinal's head, and give it to me within three hours."

A Lin and Lei Hu trembled slightly, obviously afraid of this task. But there was no sign of retreat in their eyes, instead they became more determined. They took a deep breath and turned away silently.

Inside the house, Kalemi looked at Furber in shock, his eyes full of confusion and doubt. He couldn't believe that this brother who had fought side by side with him would actually issue such a cruel order. He couldn't help but ask, "Is it that simple? He's the cardinal, how can it be possible?"

Hearing this, Foberle sneered. He said with a domineering smile: "Oh, this old villain has always been against me. I have bribed everyone in his mansion a long time ago. It would be easy to kill him. I just didn't want to cause trouble before."

After hearing this, Kalemi felt a chill in his heart. He began to doubt whether this leader whom he once admired was really as upright as he thought. He couldn't help but continue to ask: "Are you going too far?"

Fuberle smiled faintly and glanced at Kalemi. His eyes revealed a trace of disdain and contempt, as if Kalemi's question was just a boring interruption to him. He said indifferently: "Too much? How is it too much? People are originally divided into different classes, and some people are destined to be ordered around by others."

After hearing this, Kalemi was silent. He began to reflect on his original intention of joining the Razor Society, whether it was really just to pursue the so-called equality and freedom. He looked up at Foberle and saw that his face was full of determination and resoluteness, as if nothing in the world could stop him.

At this moment, Fober suddenly shouted loudly: "Come here! Prepare delicious food and wine for my brother!" His voice echoed in the night sky, as if to wake up the entire city.

Kalemi's heart trembled, and he couldn't help asking: "We have already eaten, so just drink some wine. Isn't everyone equal in the Razor Club? How can you order your brothers around like this?"

When Foberle heard this, a sly light flashed in his eyes. He smiled faintly and said, "These words are for outsiders to hear. And the people under me are equal, and they are all willing."

After hearing this, Kalemi couldn't help but feel an inexplicable anger in his heart. He began to realize that this so-called Razor Club was not as good as he imagined. He began to doubt whether he should really continue to stay here.

At this moment, Foberle suddenly paused and continued, "Their previous lives were worse than those of cattle and horses! Now that they are with me, they can live a slightly better life. Why wouldn't they be happy?"

After hearing this, Kalemi was silent. He began to reflect on whether his original intention of joining the Razor Club was really just to pursue equality and freedom. He began to doubt whether the Razor Club was really as upright as he thought.

The night was getting darker and the wind was getting stronger. Kalemi stood in front of the window, looking at the dark night sky outside, feeling confused and uneasy. He didn't know whether he should continue to stay in this organization, nor did he know where his future would go.

The night is as dark as ink, quietly covering this silent castle. The breeze brings a hint of coolness, passing through the ancient stone walls, blowing up the dust in the corners, and stirring people's heartstrings. The lights in the castle sway, reflecting mottled light and shadows, as if telling a series of ancient and mysterious stories.

Kalemi stood in front of the window, staring into the distance, his eyes were deep and complex. He was a young knight, his handsome face was engraved with traces of time, and his eyes, which were once full of vigor, now revealed a bit of vicissitudes and fatigue. His heart was full of confusion and anxiety about the future, and he didn't know how this storm would affect his fate.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the night. Kalemi turned around and saw two men in black coming from the darkness. Their figures looked particularly mysterious under the light. These two were members of the assassination team. Their mission had been completed and they were returning with the spoils.

The men in black walked up to Foberle. They didn't say anything, but silently put the packages in their hands on the ground. Foberle slowly squatted down, his fingers gently sliding over the package, as if he was feeling the weight of it. There was a hint of mockery on his face, as if he already knew the upcoming result.

"Haha, this bastard finally fell into my hands." Furber said softly, his voice full of disdain and contempt. He slowly unwrapped the package, and a bloody head suddenly appeared in front of everyone. It was the head of the cardinal, his eyes were wide open, as if telling of the fear and unwillingness before death.

Kalemi looked at the head with mixed feelings. He had never thought that there would be a day like this, a person who was once high and mighty would end up like this. He didn't know if there would be a day when he would become a pawn in someone else's hands without knowing it. This thought made him feel extremely scared and uneasy.

At this time, the atmosphere in the castle became extremely heavy. The lights cast strange shadows around the heads, as if adding a bit of horror and mystery to this tragedy. Kalemi's sight moved from the heads to Foberle, and he saw the cold light flashing in Foberle's eyes. It was a cold and cruel light that seemed to be able to devour all life and hope.

Foberle looked at the head, a cruel smile on his face. He seemed to have forgotten his fear and anxiety. At this moment, he only had the desire and pursuit of power. He turned to look at the man in black, his voice cold and firm: "You have done a good job. Go and get ten gold coins as a reward later."

The black-clad men were delighted when they heard this. They knew they had completed their mission very well and that they deserved the reward. However, behind this joy, they felt unprecedented pressure and danger. They knew that they had become a sharp sword in Foberle's hand and could be used at any time to deal with those who dared to challenge his authority.

Kalemi watched all this and could not help but feel an inexplicable sadness in his heart. He did not know whether he should cheer for this victory or mourn for the innocent people who were about to lose their lives. He felt as if his heart was torn in two, one half cheering for the victory and the other half crying for the lives that were about to be lost.

At this moment, the castle seems to have turned into a huge stage, playing out thrilling dramas. Kalemi and Ferbole are the protagonists of this drama. How will their fates be intertwined? How will this storm affect their future?
As the night deepened, the lights in the castle gradually went out. Kalemi stood alone in front of the window, staring into the distance. His heart was filled with confusion and anxiety about the future, but he knew he had to face it all. Because only by bravely facing challenges and difficulties can one survive in this complex power struggle.

At this moment, a breeze blew by, taking away the confusion and anxiety in Kalemi's heart. He took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the fear and anxiety into his body, and then turn it into motivation to move forward. He turned and walked towards the bed, ready to greet a new day. He knew that no matter what challenges and difficulties he would face in the future, he must persevere until the end.

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At the same time, in Ferrero's town hall, a solemn and solemn atmosphere intertwined. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the heavy curtains, and sprinkled on the smooth wooden floor, forming irregular light and shadow. In this interweaving of light and shadow, the figure of Duke Walter Bolson looked particularly lonely and anxious.

The Duke was tall and always maintained an elegant demeanor, but at this moment he seemed restless. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity and fear. He clasped his hands together from time to time, and the sweat between his fingers shimmered slightly in the sun.

Behind him, there was a human head on the table. It was the head of the cardinal. The skin of the head had turned pale and stiff, and the eyes were tightly closed, as if telling of the pain and fear in life. The Duke glanced at the head from time to time, and every time he looked at it, the pressure and fear in his heart doubled.

"Your Excellency," the waiter's voice echoed in the empty city hall, breaking the dead silence. Although his voice was respectful, it could not hide the tension and uneasiness in it.

"Father Jesus requests to see you." The waiter reported cautiously, fearing to anger the Duke who was at the center of the storm.

The Duke's heart suddenly tightened, and he instinctively moved closer to the table, trying to use his body to cover the head behind him. Once this secret was discovered, the consequences would be disastrous. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his panic. He looked around and confirmed that there was no one in the room, and then he felt a little relieved.

He turned around and his eyes fell on the head on the table again. A trace of anxiety and helplessness flashed in his eyes. The cardinal was dead! This news was undoubtedly a huge earthquake for him. The cardinal was not only a representative of the church, but also the leader of the diocese of Ferrero. His sudden death would undoubtedly cause the anger of the church and turmoil in the entire Ferrero.

The Duke knew that Ferrero and the church had long been inseparable. Many management powers and taxes were delegated to the church, and the church's influence on Ferrero was ubiquitous. Now that the cardinal had suddenly died, the church would definitely send someone to investigate the matter. If the church sent a new person to take over the cardinal's position in the future, all the relationships the Duke had built in Ferrero over the years would be destroyed. Moreover, the church might also issue a warning to Ferrero or take more severe punitive measures to punish and deter other regions.

The king was still young and ignorant, and no one cared about him, but all the responsibilities and consequences would be borne and faced by the Duke alone. This made him feel unprecedented pressure and fear. He didn't know whether he could cope with this sudden storm and crisis, and he didn't know whether he could maintain the prosperity and stability of Ferrero.

"Your Excellency," the announcement sounded again, bringing the Duke back to reality from his reverie. "Father Jesus requests to see you."

The Duke took a deep breath and tried to calm his panic. He knew that he couldn't lose his calm and rationality at this time. He had to deal with this situation carefully without any mistakes or omissions.

He walked slowly towards the door, each step seemed heavy and difficult. When he opened the door, an old man in a priest's robe appeared in front of him. Father Jesus had a kind smile on his face, but the Duke saw a subtle sharpness and vigilance in his eyes.

The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows, scattering on the quiet palace corridor. The sound of hurried footsteps breaks the silence, and a figure in a black priest's robe walks in hastily. He is Father Jesus, and his usually peaceful face is now full of anxiety and uneasiness. His eyes reveal an indescribable eagerness, as if he is shouldering some important mission.

Father Jesus pushed open the heavy wooden door and walked in. In the room, a duke dressed in luxurious clothes and majestic was sitting quietly at the desk. He was Duke Walter Polson. Father Jesus bowed slightly, then cleared his throat nervously and said, "My Lord Duke, I came here this time to discuss the matter of the Jingjiang Fleet with you again."

His voice was full of earnestness and urgency, as if this matter was more important to him than life. He continued, "The Jingjiang fleet is really sincere in their cooperation. They are carrying a large amount of precious goods. This is undoubtedly a great thing for our two countries. I believe that as long as we can reach a consensus, this will be a win-win cooperation."

As soon as Father Jesus finished speaking, Duke Walter Polson raised his head. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts. He asked in a deep voice, "How much cargo did they bring?" There was a hint of curiosity and vigilance in his voice, as if he was trying to get more information and clues from this question.

However, Father Jesus did not answer his question directly, but continued: "Your Excellency the Duke, regarding the Cardinal..." His words were full of hesitation and uneasiness, as if he was waiting for some response or promise. (End of this chapter)