When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 959: First Day of the Central Conference

December 1453, 9 in the Imperial calendar.

Even though he had just arrived at the Holy Court the day before, he had hardly had any rest and got up very early today.

He quickly scooped up a handful of water to wash his face, and before he could get close to the blinds, he heard a loud shouting.

He couldn't wait to open the window and let the lively wind blow into the stale room.

There are clusters of flowers, colorful flags flying, and flocks of pigeons surging.

On the ground, both sides of the road were crowded with men and women wearing brown vests and black and white skirts.

The night watchmen built a fence with long ropes and held it in front of the civilians to prevent them from advancing.

On the carriage road paved with large stones, three trumpeters were playing high-spirited tunes as they moved forward.

Behind them followed a series of open carriages, beautifully decorated and bearing the emblems of the counties of the Holy League.

Sitting in the open carriage were the representatives of the people from various counties of the Holy League.

These representatives from the common people, the middle class and the wealthy class either sat or stood up and waved to the people.

Taking a deep breath, Alexei greedily inhaled the aroma of bread, the charred smell of peat, and the warmth of the sun into his lungs.

Today is the official date of the Central Conference.

Representatives of public opinion from all over the Holy Union will gather at the Holy See, where the Holy Grandson will lead the cardinals and religious superiors to report on the achievements of the past four years.

At the same time, the representatives will monitor and criticize the actions of the cardinals and religious superiors.

This was the agenda for the first day of the Central Conference, and Alexei had already found out about it.

Look, who said that the Holy Grandson was born a farmer, relied entirely on luck, had no strength, and had been sidelined by the Saint and the Cardinal?

The checks and balances between representatives of public opinion and local religious orders are enough to show the political wisdom.

Alexei was extremely grateful that he had obtained an admission ticket issued by the Holy Union to foreign guests. He could witness the operation of the core mechanism of the Holy Union directly on the spot without having to read the newspaper.

"Gloyev, Taiomier...get up, get up quickly!"

"Ok?"

Lying on the bed, the sun shone directly on Gloev's face.

He lay flat on his back, tilted his head to the side, and tried hard to lift the skin on his forehead, but he still couldn't open his red eyelids.

"It just so happens that you are awake too, go wake up the others."

What do you mean I woke up just in time? Gloev was too weak to speak. Wasn’t it you who woke me up?

Seeing that Gloev was still confused, Alexei shook his shoulder and said, "Get up, we need to leave early, otherwise we won't be able to take the front position."

"Okay, stop shaking, it's time to get up." Gloev stretched himself. "The Semicircular Theater is not far away. Even if we are not allowed to ride horses, it will only take a quarter of an hour."

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While Alexei and his group were making a fuss in the hotel, no one noticed that a carriage covered with black cloth was slowly driving towards the semicircular theater under the protection of dozens of Holy Gun Armored Cavalry.

Through the thin black velvet covering the surface of the carriage, one could only see a little blurry light and shadow from the outside world.

After leaning against the window and watching for a long time, Count Alaric sat back down and respectfully said to King Gigi: "Your Highness, it looks like some kind of celebration."

The skinny Duke Barry stared at him and said, "We don't have ears? What kind of celebration are you asking?"

Alaric retorted: "How should I know this? You have eyes too, why don't you tell me?"

"It can't be a beheading celebration." Duke Nava couldn't help but tremble.

The dim carriage suddenly became quiet.

Ordinary earl knights can be redeemed and sent back to their hometowns by their families, but senior military commanders like them do not have this treatment.

No amount of money will do.

Several people were shouting for glory on the battlefield, but when it came to this point of "dying but not yet dead", everyone was still nervous and conflicted.

"Don't make wild guesses." King Gigi emerged from the shadows. "Horn won't kill me. If he kills me, it will unite the royal family."

If Duke Barry just lost some weight, then King Gigi was almost as thin as a skeleton.

It’s not that the Holy Alliance abused him. He only had a two-stage breathing method and was not as powerful as Lavle, so they would not starve him.

But King Jiji's health was not good to begin with, and he relied on various rare medicinal herbs and monster meat to survive, which was equivalent to eating monster meat to the second stage. He was even worse than a certain pope.

But after becoming a prisoner, the Holy League will not tolerate him.

If you like to eat, eat; if you don’t want to eat, get lost; just work on the spinning machine obediently.

This is what made him look like this, or rather, Jinigis was originally like this.

Although I am thinner now compared to before, my spirits and health are much better.

"According to the Holy Alliance's system, today should be the quadrennial Central Conference... Humph, he called us over just to show off his achievements in front of us."

Jinigis paused. "Just like the ancient Ai'er Empire, they would force captured enemy monarchs to dance at banquets to entertain the guests."

Duke Barry and Duke Alaric were stunned, then looked at each other subconsciously.

The moment of eye contact.

"Look at you. If you hadn't made a mistake on the battlefield, would you have suffered the humiliation you suffered today?"

"You ask me? I fought to the end for His Highness, but you fell off your horse and pretended to faint just to save your life!"

"Then you were..."

Sitting in the corner, Jinigis covered his forehead and eyes in pain. He only wished he hadn't grown three hands so that he could cover his two ears.

The two have been arguing about such a trivial matter for four years, bringing up old grievances for four years. Aren't they tired of it?

Turning his head away from the two men who were about to fight, Jinigis looked beyond the black cloth with melancholy.

At this moment, the royal family should be fighting for the throne, who would still remember me?
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Sitting high on the observation deck built on the semicircular theater, Duke Laban waved his hand in disgust.

The maid who was carrying the sweet rice pudding stared at him blankly, still not understanding.

It was not until Duke La Ban picked up his handkerchief and covered his nose that the little maid understood what he meant.

After hesitating for a while, she turned and left in disappointment.

But she didn’t understand, how could anyone not like such sweet rice pudding?
"Country girl." Duke Laban wiped the sweat from his neck with a handkerchief. This sticky food was disgusting just by looking at it.

Kasani next to him reminded: "Sir, the Holy Alliance does not have dedicated servants. These maids are hired temporarily. It is best not to cause a dispute."

Duke Labang laughed angrily: "Is the status of the Holy Union maid higher than mine? Not even a glass of wine, is this the way the Holy Union treats guests?"

As the consul of the Thousand Valley Trading Company, Kasani felt a headache when he saw Labang's arrogant look.

These people of Qianhe Valley hate the nobles the most.

Labang came from France and had no idea what was going on. His attitude was simply asking for trouble.

Not to mention anything else, looking at his appearance, if he were put in a sack and beaten in the middle of the night, the night watchman probably wouldn't be able to find him.

"This is someone else's territory. Besides, don't you want to show your highness some face in this matter? Don't let other things disturb the most important thing."

Labang was stunned for half a second before he calmed down.

But his calmness was only on the surface. He was extremely irritated inside and kept rubbing the emerald ring on his thumb.

Damn Holy League, damn "Alcohol Prohibition Order", they actually forbid drinking!

What bullshit rules!
Looking down, there were piles of people who had won the lottery and were spectators.

There was a lot of noise and a lot of chatter, and it made Labang's head buzz. He had to drink a few glasses of wine to calm down.

Resisting the urge to feel nauseous and find fault, Labang asked Kasani, "Are you sure that His Highness Jinigis will be present today?"

"It's absolutely true. This is information that was obtained at a huge price." Cassani guaranteed, patting his chest.

Rabang nodded and said, “Then tell the spies to be ready and take His Highness Jinigis away. Don’t be afraid of being exposed.

As long as the facts are established, the Holy Alliance will not be able to do anything to us."

Kasani thought to himself that you were needed to speak, but he still nodded respectfully and left.

There was no way, because Labang was a duke, while he was just a small low-level noble who had not yet completed the accumulation of wealth.
After taking a sip of the Saint Union specialty coffee, Labang's tinnitus was relieved a little.

He glanced disdainfully around the messy semicircular theater, then looked at the wooden stage in the center of the theater. "...You dare to use glass craftsmanship as a threat, like an ant trying to eat an elephant!"

(End of this chapter)