When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 646: Charles VIII at the Palace of Fondue
In November of 1446, the first snow began to fall in some places in the northern region bounded by the Nauan River, but Huaqiu City, located on the vast golden plains, was still cool.

Even in the royal garden Fanglu Palace outside the Huaqiu city area, there are still beautiful roses blooming in the greenhouse, and there are even fresh grapes hanging on the grape racks.

Servants carried copper kettles and poured steaming hot spring water into the flower beds. In the early morning, the dew on the flowers sparkled in the sunlight, forming pearl-like light.

The window frames are inlaid with stained glass with rose patterns. The cold sun of late autumn shines on the windows, and the ground immediately reflects a patch of colorful rippling water.

Sitting in the colorful water waves, Lorenzo elegantly picked up a white porcelain cup with gold leaves, took a sip of black tea, and then flipped through the intelligence and letters in his hand again.

On the vast grassy square in front of the flower beds and hedges, several ladies holding decorative paper umbrellas laughed and frolicked at the handsome young man who was playing with a large dog on the grass.

The young man was oblivious to what was said and just chased and played with the huge snow mountain drinking dog, which made the lady stamp her feet and sneer.

Finally, a noble lady could not bear it anymore, and her family spent a huge amount of money to send them to the palace to meet His Majesty the King.

"Your Highness." She pretended to run forward a few steps, then twisted her foot and cried out like an oriole, then fell to the ground pitifully, "Your Highness, I fell down~"

"Good dog, good dog!" Rubbing the big dog's head, the young man pulled the cloth ball out of the dog's mouth and threw it into the distance, "Pick it up, pick it up!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness... I fell down, my legs hurt so much." The noble lady fell to the ground in shock and had to continue calling out.

The other noble ladies cursed inwardly while calling out with the same smile: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"Oh, I have heat stroke, Your Highness."

"My arms are numb, maybe it's palpitations."

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"Shut up, you bitches! You're making so much noise!" The young man's angry roar shook off the dew on the rose petals, and several ladies fell silent at once.

The entire green field was eerily quiet. Only the snow mountain wine dog swept its tail and happily ran to the young man's knees with the ball in its mouth, rubbing against his thigh.

His eyes swept across the shocked and tearful faces of the ladies, and then looked at Lorenzo's gloomy expression at the edge of the grass. The young man took a deep breath and suppressed his irritation:

"I'm sorry, I'm being rude. The sun is too bright outside. Why don't you go back to the palace to change clothes and take a bath? Then I can have the honor of inviting you to have brunch."

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness." Several noble ladies forced a smile, but their voices carried a hint of grievance and uneasiness.

"Your Highness is so elegant and considerate." Someone echoed in a low voice, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Although being insulted so rudely by His Majesty the King, the ladies still refused to leave. They just supported each other and took the opportunity to leave to whisper, but they did not dare to let the young man hear.

"You should stay appropriately close to the ladies, otherwise people will start to spread rumors." Although he was complaining, Lorenzo looked at the young man with admiration and satisfaction in his eyes.

The young man in front of him is the new king of the Kingdom of France, Charles VIII. He is 25 years old and about 1.8 meters tall.

The wavy golden hair was tied behind her head with a ribbon, and her thick eyebrows were almost connected, but still flying with her owner's expression.

When you get closer, you will see that Charles VIII's face is still covered with pits and bumps from acne, and he was even slandered as a leper by some people.

Lorenzo once tried to persuade the young king to use divine power to repair it, but the newly crowned Charles VIII rejected Lorenzo's proposal with a reason that left a deep impression on Lorenzo to this day.

"I am not king because I wear a crown."

As he said, in the subsequent political struggle over the crown, Charles VIII, with his bumpy face, defeated almost all dissidents.

This enlightened, intelligent and ambitious young man, although still a little frivolous in his behavior and words, in Lorenzo's eyes, he had the shadow of a heroic leader.

The Holy Lord blesses France and bestows upon the Kingdom of France three wise and powerful monarchs in succession.

The only thing that made Lorenzo dissatisfied was that these three monarchs, four generations in total (including Charles VIII's father who died early), had little interest in the opposite sex, but instead had a unique preference for beautiful young boys.

He often follows a routine approach when it comes to marriage and women, and appears to be unusually "dedicated", but he is surrounded by a bunch of handsome young men with rosy lips and fair teeth.

This really puzzled Lorenzo. Could this thing be inherited? The French royal family had been a single-line family for almost three generations.

"They actually had the nerve to stay for dinner," Charles VIII joked. "I thought at least some of them would leave or slap me." "The longer you stay here, the more honor it will be, Your Highness." Lorenzo sorted the letters into different categories and inserted them into the book. He smiled and said, "Why not meet with the ladies, a way to win over the rich and powerful without spending any money?"

"I don't know."

"Your Highness, have you not heard of a popular saying in Huaqiu City?" The black-robed chancellor smiled mischievously, "To have met you is equal to a dowry of 2000 gold pounds, to have had dinner with you is equal to a dowry of 5000 gold pounds, and to have had a brief affair with you is equal to a dowry of 10000 gold pounds."

This is not nonsense. There are many nobles who have risen to power by relying on the close relationship between their wives and the king. In the centralized France, the power of the nobles no longer comes from the territory but from the favor of the king.

Sitting down on a cushioned chair, Charles VIII took a sip of tea: "At times like this, I miss the past when the king could have equal lovers and friends."

"Oh, you said that you have the queen as your lover." Lorenzo opened his arms. "The 3000 officials of the royal government are your most supportive friends."

"You're being a little too humorous." Wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel, the young king casually flipped through the intelligence that Lorenzo had just compiled. "Has the new issue of Pravda arrived?"

"Your Highness, my information is not a tool for your entertainment."

Although he said this, Lorenzo still obediently handed over the new issue of Pravda.

After all, ever since the "Liberty Rights Debate" began, Charles VIII had taken notice of this tiny country located in the Dragon Sleep Mountains.

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There were many factions and monks who were dissatisfied with the church, but Qianhegu was the first to raise the banner of opposition.

Not only can they oppose, they can even use a new logically self-consistent system to support their views.

The great theological debates in the Thousand Valleys had evolved to the theodicy version at this time, while Lorenzo's side was still stuck at the freedom rights version.

But this version of the rights of freedom alone was enough to make Charles VIII put his head close to the newspaper and read it word by word.

Only after reading it over and over again twice did Charles VIII let out a sigh of relief: "What a man is born free, how dare they say so."

For Charles VIII, the theological debates contained in this newspaper were neither new nor new.

It is not new because his theological teachers, the Aiel scholars, have already explained these issues to him explicitly or implicitly. It is new because it is the first time that someone has addressed it so directly.

"The citizens will surely support this idea that everyone is born free." Lorenzo flicked the newspaper in his hand. "This saint's grandson is indeed a liar and a fraud. He has really reached the pinnacle in his methods of deceiving the world."

Although Lorenzo immediately regulated the relevant content after becoming aware of the content in Pravda, the aftermath of this theological storm had already begun to spread along the rivers and roads.

Once the doctrine of allowing people to pursue real happiness comes out, all the citizens who come into contact with it will naturally convert to the Holy Way sect.

Fortunately, the current scale is not large. Even if this ideological movement wants to ferment, it will not be possible without one or two years.

What about after one or two years? They both fell silent for a while.

"Now that the northern and southern popes are divided, they can't spare any effort. Otherwise, if all the great scholars are organized to launch a concentrated attack, they will suffer." Standing up, Charles VIII walked back and forth in the sun twice with a newspaper in his hand, "Can we control these things from entering the kingdom?"

"It can't be stopped." Looking at the dense text on the newspaper, Lorenzo shook his head, "The low-level monks and priests have been silenced for too long. Now there is a platform for them to vent. The letters will rain down on the Thousand River Valley.

It is better to loosen up than to block. There is no reason why we cannot find something they can do.

We can select some suitable ones from them, find a few great scholars to endorse them, and then make them our own.”

"How about this? You send a letter to Jeanne d'Arc and order the farmer to control his religious enthusiasm and prevent it from spreading."

"I don't need to send a letter. They will soon have no energy to promote those new theological viewpoints." Lorenzo smiled mysteriously. "My bird told me that the nobles of Lilac Corridor are preparing to start the sweep of Black Snake Bay in advance."

The so-called sweep was actually a joint invasion and encirclement of the wizards of Black Snake Bay by the surrounding nobles and demon hunters.

"Strangle the Black Snake Bay in advance, why?"

Lorenzo took a sip of his tea gracefully and picked up a piece of sugar: "What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)