When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 628 You Are Still Your Sister
"Can people be voluntary slaves?" Meliati sat by the warm stove, shaking the Pravda newspaper until it rattled. "Does he want to involve the civilians in this topic?"

While Silveris was chatting with Herman, Catherine also came to Meliati's room.

This is the day after the financial meeting. After attending a simple banquet tomorrow night, Meliati and others will leave the Holy See at the latest the day after tomorrow.

The schedule these days was very full, and Catherine finally found an opportunity to meet with Meliati.

She had to know what Meliati was thinking.

After driving away all the maids in the room, Catherine took the fire tongs to stoke the stove and started chatting about this topic: "Is this the first time that Pravda has allowed outsiders to publish articles?"

Although Pravda is aimed at the general public, it still has a strong official color, and articles are usually written and published by internal personnel, or even by Horn himself.

In order not to reveal their identities and avoid suspicion, these monks all use pen names.

In other words, in the eyes of most people, including Meliati, only "big shots" or "officials" can publish articles in this newspaper.

And now, Horn is actually soliciting contributions from the public, which is quite new.

"Pravda, Pravda, it should be a newspaper written by people who hold the truth. If anyone can publish articles, wouldn't they be able to disrupt national politics at will?"

Throwing the newspaper aside, Meliati dragged a chair to the pine round table and poured the bubbling ginger sugar water into a white porcelain cup.

Ignoring the scalding hot sugar water, she drank half a cup before spitting out a mouthful of white steam: "It's hard enough to deal with those nobles, now we have to deal with the commoners too?"

If it were someone else, they would probably be timid and afraid to speak in front of Meliati.

But Catherine was different. She rolled her eyes and said, "You made up your own constitution, so of course you have to allow civilians to speak. Citizens are also your subjects."

As a representative of the citizens and merchants, Meliati's words were too harsh in her ears.

"Of course we must respect the spirit of the Constitution, but we can discuss the details of its implementation." Meliati stroked her iron fist, "Look at what happened in Mason Parish. The mob cannot be trusted."

"Aren't you hitting yourself in the face again?"

Meliati's eyebrows suddenly frowned: "When did I hit myself in the face?"

Catherine wanted to drink the ginger water like Meliati did, but she was so burned that she couldn't help but stick out her tongue: "Ha! Ha! It's so hot. Didn't you say that the country only allows one voice? Now there are still two voices?"

Crunching the cheese cookies in her mouth, Meliati said nonchalantly: "After defeating Prince Kongdai, everyone is cheering for the victory.

When everyone longs for the unity of the Thousand River Valley and everyone longs for peace, do I want a civil war? "

"Don't you realize the danger?" Catherine looked at her face. "Given the current situation, after the war with Leia, no matter whether we win or lose, we may have to go to war among ourselves."

"It's very simple. I will marry Horn. Then, the Savior Army will join my Holy Monarchy as a faction. Even though there are only two of us, we will have one voice."

"Are you crazy?" Catherine tried her best but still couldn't hold it back. "Why do you think you can make Horn surrender? Don't forget Jeanne."

"I don't mind, she can join." Meliati has always been indifferent, "You can come too."

It can even be said that she welcomes the witches to join this big family.

After all, she alone might not be able to give birth to enough offspring, and it would be best if her royal family could monopolize the supreme supernatural power.

Anyone who has worked in the breeding industry knows that one breeding male is enough.

"Me? I join... you. Holy Lord, he is from the Holy Way sect. Do you think he will obey you?" Catherine blushed and felt that Meliati was unreasonable again. "Relying on the sister in your body, can he indulge in the gentleness of the land?"

The main reason why others couldn't recognize Meliati as Carrie was that no one had ever seen Meliati's face.

But Catherine had seen it before, so when she asked Sissi, she immediately locked on to the mysterious witch Carrie as Meliati.

Meliati knew that she couldn't hide it from her, so she didn't hide it at all. "The Holy Way Sect is just his little hobby." Meliati replied calmly without changing her expression. "As for relying on this to win him over, it's difficult, but it can reduce his resistance."

"Are you so confident that you can suppress this saint's grandson who almost defeated Prince Conde single-handedly?" Putting down the white porcelain cup, Catherine stared at Meliati with dissatisfaction.

Meliati lowered her eyebrows and looked at her iron fist: "Yes."

Meliati is so confident because she not only has a strong talent for breathing techniques and military talent, but also can see through people's hearts directly on the spiritual level in politics, and her prestige in legal theory is even higher.

Even for rational reasons, she felt that she should be a monarch. Although Horn was not bad, he was too soft-hearted for a monarch.

“Let’s take a step back and say that even if I failed to control it, even if I was defeated, it means that I am not strong enough and I deserve to be killed.” Meliati shrugged.

"You mean, you were acting to His Majesty Horn?"

"Are you a child like Jeanne? For people like us, is there any difference between true and false?" Meliyati tapped his temple, "Think about it with your brain, we are not alone."

In Meliati's opinion, only elites can govern a country, and Horn is the only elite in Thousand River Valley whom she recognizes.

Because they are all irreplaceable.

This had nothing to do with the little bond she and her sister had developed with Horn when they were in trouble. Nothing to do with it at all.

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"I only care about interests." Meliati said calmly.

As the only person who can mass-produce alchemists, Horne's value as the only male witch in the entire world is definitely greater than that of a Langsander County.

If selling her looks and feelings could keep this important figure, Meliati didn't mind paying a little.

Besides, she doesn't have to do this kind of thing herself. Isn't it enough to just release her sister?
Sitting opposite Meliati, Catherine looked at Meliati's cold and cruel face and was speechless for a moment.

However, as she was in the bubbling white mist of sugar ginger water, Catherine suddenly seemed to have thought of something and actually laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"I was wondering, is the person Horn is willing to be intimate with you or your sister?"

Meliati's expression visibly stiffened.

As if provoked, her expression became serious for the first time, and she said firmly: "Are you trying to sow discord between me and His Majesty Horn?"

"You can't read your own mind even though you can read my mind." Catherine still had a faint smile on her face.

Meliati's eyes suddenly widened: "I have a clear conscience and everything I do is for the country!"

Catherine smiled noncommittally and said, "It's only now that you look a bit like the Meliati I know."

"What do you mean?" There was an inexplicable look of anger on Meliati's face.

Without any answer, Catherine walked straight out the door.

Meliati didn't stop her, but just pursed her lips and watched her leaving. When she was about to disappear behind the door, she said, "Wait..."

"What?" Catherine stopped with her back to Meliati.

"Remember to close the door." Meliati turned around and elegantly took a sip of the hot ginger water, while behind her there was a loud bang of the door slamming.

Catherine slammed the door of Meliati's room and took several deep breaths at the door.

Looking at the bright but chilly morning light outside, she hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards Horn's study.

(End of this chapter)