Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Brochard"

Conrad was originally quite happy to read the paragraph "Your Highness's bravery and wisdom are widely spread in the kingdom. I hope that in this magnificent land, your kingdom will continue to prosper and your people will always sing praises." He thought that this must be a letter written by a good friend.

This friend really knew him so well that every word he said hit the spot.

But as he looked down, Crown Prince Conrad's expression changed.

This is blackmail! Blackmail! And it was done by someone who understands me so well! Who is it? Who betrayed me?

Is it one of my brothers? Look at the phrase "a royal rose as fragrant as the heart." He clearly knows Eleanor's current situation! Did he have Eleanor tied up?

And this Brochard! What kind of blackmailer would sign a letter? He's so audacious! He doesn't even care about the royal family!

Crown Prince Conrad was furious.

"Who knows who this Brochar is?" Conrad asked angrily to his followers and the two black guards.

The attendants looked at each other, clearly having never heard of this name. The two Black Guards exchanged a glance, then winked at Crown Prince Conrad.

Seeing this, Conrad waved his hand and dismissed his followers. When he looked around and saw that there was no one around, one of the black guards whispered, "This is Her Highness Lola's soul teacher."

Her Highness Lola was naturally the Black Princess. The Black Guard spoke very tactfully, carefully not revealing any words related to the devil.

Conrad was shocked when he heard this. He looked at the Black Guard deeply, as if he had not expected that the Black Guard had such a high status in his father's mind and even knew all the secrets of the royal family.

Conrad was now even more convinced that this was a conspiracy within the royal family. Even he didn't know the name of a demon like Brochar, but the bastard who kidnapped his sister knew it clearly.

So, is my brother, hiding in the gutter and afraid to see anyone, eyeing my throne as crown prince? Or does he hope that I will have to rely on you after I ascend the throne? Don't let me find out who you are!

There is no doubt that if the purpose of Conrad's trip is completely messed up, the prestige of the crown prince will be severely damaged. At that time, even if Conrad succeeds in ascending the throne, he will have to rely on his brothers who may be more famous to rule.

When he thought of this, Crown Prince Conrad clenched his fists in anger.

"Okay, I understand, thank you." Prince Conrad waved his hand and dismissed the two black guards. He had to think carefully about a countermeasure.

The two black guards looked at each other, then turned around in unison and left as one person.

"You talk too much." One of the black guards said, with a hint of complaint.

"The Crown Prince represents His Majesty when he's out there," another Black Guard retorted, then recited the oath, "We are His Majesty's ears."

The first Black Guard replied, "We are His Majesty's eyes."

"Listen to the rumors and report them to the king."

"Contemplating the darkness, as if it were your Lord's own." The first Black Guard finished his oath respectfully before asking, "But our oath does not include providing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince with any unnecessary information."

"Your Majesty wants us to observe whether His Highness can be a suitable crown prince. Isn't consideration of emergencies included in this?" the second black guard asked in return.

"Your hand is stretched too far."

"I am only carrying out His Majesty's orders."

"I will report your actions to His Majesty faithfully."

"As it should be."

So the two black guards who had no common ground stopped talking to each other.

But their steps were still in unison. They lifted their feet at the same time, took the same size strides, and landed their feet at the same time. Their armor was as black as ink, obscuring their facial features.

It was as if they were being manipulated by the same puppeteer.

Judging from their coordinated actions, it seemed as if the two of them had only one will.

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"Hehe, brother must have received the letter by now! This letter is enough for us to hold him back until the church people arrive." Eleanor proudly took credit for it to Russell.

Francine sarcastically said, "Hmph, how can you be sure that your brother, the Crown Prince, cares about you? You're running off to that Weinard Farm, which is in the opposite direction of Meldorf, just because you're supposedly kidnapped."

This location was certainly carefully chosen by Eleanor, who had heard her mother mention it in the palace, saying that the owner of Wynand Farm often gave her father a headache.

If it can give Father a headache, then it makes sense to kidnap me and hold me there, right? And if it can give Father a headache, then it's normal to hold my brother back for a few days, right?

That's what Eleanor thought.

"Hey, my brother loves me the most, he will definitely go!" Eleanor said confidently, but she rationally did not say the second half of the sentence.

The second half of the sentence is "My mother also told me that I would be brother Conrad's queen in the future."

Even someone as naive as Eleanor felt that saying this would upset Russell.

Of course, this only shows that Eleanor doesn't know her master Russell well enough. If she knew Russell a little better, she would understand that her master would not be angry when he heard this, but would be more excited.

Now Eleanor was afraid of Russell's anger, so she swallowed her words back into her stomach, which made her promise look more like a little girl's wishful thinking and seemed somewhat unconvincing.

"We'd better urge the church to send someone here as soon as possible." Russell shook his head.

Now that Friedman is dead, in the eyes of the knights, Russell is naturally their leader - in fact, that's how they always saw it. Friedman was just someone Russell put forward to confront the royal family, and Friedman was happy to play this role.

But after Friedman's death, it would be too much for Russell to find another glove. Furthermore, the other knights were either not of high enough status or not inclined towards the church, so even if he did, it would be difficult to choose a suitable one.

Therefore, Russell could only write a formal letter to the church through more official channels, trying to describe the current situation in an objective tone, and then send someone to deliver it to Gritzburg as quickly as possible.

Russell didn't have much trust in the letter delivery system these days, and he didn't know who to send the letter to.

Therefore, Russell wrote many letters and sent several messengers with great fanfare. In addition to delivering them to several bishops in Gretzburg, the rest were posted on the bulletin board in Gretzburg.

Therefore, not long after, the news that the remnant of the devil, Lehman, had made a comeback, killed the knight Friedman who had made outstanding contributions in the fight against the devil, and then absconded caused a sensation in Gritzburg.

Bishop Greene finished reading the letter in his hand with a grim expression, then glared fiercely at his illegitimate son, Leiman, who was covered in dust and dirt and had become a "remnant of the devil".

159 The Bishop's Decision

In fact, at this time, the bell ringer Lehman, who ran back to Gritzburg, had already gotten rid of the panic of killing.

In Lehman's view, he just killed a heretic who was too arrogant, which was obviously justice, so his escape became more and more justified - if he hadn't habitually looked for his father when something happened, he would have ridden his donkey back to Meldorf.

Little did Lehman know, his father, Bishop Grein, was furious. He even began to regret the way he had doted on his son, who had been born in his middle age.

If his son was wronged, Bishop Green would naturally seek redress for his son.

However, in the eyes of Bishop Grein, not only was Lehman not wronged, but he also killed his confidant on impulse.

Even the fact that Lehman was an accomplice of the devil was exaggerated and became known to the entire royal city.

If it were in the past, it would be fine. As one of the top figures in the Usedom Church, Bishop Grein would naturally have a way to suppress the matter. It was not a big deal for his son to kill one of his men.

But the current situation is completely different. There is a sense of impending conflict between the monks and mendicant monks in the church, and between the church and the king. Any small spark could detonate this powder keg.

At this critical juncture, his son actually caused such a big trouble, which made Bishop Grein extremely angry.

Because there are quite a few people who know that Lehman is Grein's illegitimate son - at least Bishop Grein is sure that Frederick, the old vulture who is entrenched in this country, will find out this fact through his pervasive spies.

This incident would surely be exploited by King Frederick, a manipulative king, putting Grein, the monastics, and even the church in a passive position.

However, Bishop Green, who was angry in his heart, remained calm on the surface, fully demonstrating the cunningness of a great man.

The bishop still patiently listened to Lehman's incoherent and illogical excuses.

The reason is simple, it's just that Lehman was half an eyewitness to the Black Princess incident after all, and Bishop Grein hopes to get first-hand information from it.

After patiently listening to Leiman's explanation and asking him a few questions that seemed unrelated to his murder case, Bishop Green quickly identified the key figure in the Black Princess incident.

Hearing that his father's questions were irrelevant, Leiman relaxed. He was delighted to think that he had gotten away with it again under his father's protection this time - just like he had done before when he got into trouble.

"So, this Russell from Occitania is the person who played a key role in the Black Princess incident?" Bishop Green frowned and thought for a while, then asked slowly.

This issue made Lehman very unhappy.

What Lehman couldn't stand the most was Russell, especially the way everyone seemed to flatter and admire him. This was particularly damaging to Lehman's self-esteem as a young man.

When the villagers saw Russell, they nodded and bowed, and almost knelt down to kiss his boots. The old cattle-herding father and son, Ernst, had their eyes shining when they saw Russell.

It would be fine if they were just ignorant country bumpkins, but what's hateful is that the knights also flattered Russell with expressions of admiration and respect on their faces.

That madman Friedman even went so far as to describe Russell as the Lord who came to earth. This is truly an evil blasphemy and disrespectful heresy!

The most hateful thing is that this Occitania pretty boy is accompanied by two women with beautiful figures and looks. Not only do they look very intimate, they even don't resist him hugging them on both sides and holding them in his arms!

Lehman protested dissatisfiedly: "Dad! I just said that Russell is an evil heretic. Friedman shamelessly said that it was the Lord coming to the world -"

Then Leiman's words were rudely interrupted.

"Don't tell this nonsense to anyone when you get out, understand?" Bishop Green said coldly.

His Eminence did not take Lehman's excuse seriously at all.

In his opinion, what Leiman said was an insult to everyone's intelligence. No one would believe that a Knight Friedman who had just made great contributions in the battle against the "Devil" and the "Black Princess" would say such strange words.

After confirming that Russell had excellent fighting ability and that he should play a major role in the aftermath of the Black Princess incident, Bishop Green was ready to continue cleaning up his son's mess.

When Bishop Grein saw his son who dared not even breathe, he began to wonder if he had been too harsh on his son, so his heart softened.

The bishop said gently, "Go to Weinard Farm to hide out. That farm is owned by the Inquisition. In theory, even the royal family would have difficulty finding out what's going on there."

Leiman nodded repeatedly with apparent gratitude, but in fact he was very proud. He knew that as long as he acted well-behaved, his father would be unable to help but soften his heart.

"However, Friedrich's Black Guard is very powerful. He can win over the mendicant sect, and it is very likely that he can extend his hand to Weinard Farm." When talking about business, the bishop's tone couldn't help but become solemn.

"You don't know what you mean to Friedrich right now, do you? You're a lever he can use against me, or even the Church. If you fall into Friedrich's hands and I'm implicated, there's really no one who can save you."

The bishop spoke earnestly.

It was rare for Leiman to listen carefully. This time he nodded seriously and was determined not to cause trouble for his father.

"I will put you in the dungeon of the Inquisition." Bishop Grein glared at him, and the complaint that was about to come out of Leiman's mouth was swallowed back into his stomach.

"Humph, no matter how good that old vulture is at predicting things, he could never have imagined that I would lock you up in the dungeon on the charge of heresy." Bishop Green said with some pride.

Bishop Grein cleverly took advantage of the blind spot in thinking. Who could have imagined that a bishop who always doted on his son would be willing to lock his son up in the dungeon of the Inquisition?

"If someone really asks you who you are, hmph, just say you're a heretic, a worshiper of the resurrection of the dead. Remember, don't get a single word wrong! Otherwise, the jailer will treat you as a true heretic! Also, don't tell anyone a word about what happened in Meldorf!"

Under Bishop Greene's repeated instructions, Lehman nodded and agreed to everything. He kept all his father's instructions in mind and looked very well-behaved.

This made Bishop Grein feel very relieved.

Finally, Bishop Grein felt that he had arranged everything, so he waved his hand, and two of his confidants took Lehman and hurried to Weinerd Farm under the cover of night.

Watching his son depart under the flickering candlelight, Bishop Grein frowned and pondered Meldorf's affairs. "Russell? Where on earth did this guy come from? There's no such person among the Occitania nobles who had to move east with us."

The bishop paced back and forth, pondering in his heart.

"No, I need to go to Archbishop Cluny and discuss it carefully..."

"Since Friedman is dead, the church must send a bishop whose status matches that of Crown Prince Conrad."

"The Archbishop cannot lower himself. Siegbert the Mendicant has taken refuge with Friedrich. It seems I must go to Meldorf myself."

"Well, I'm also going to take an Occitania noble with me to see if I can identify who this Russell is."

"This Russell actually came by boat... Could he really have a way to contact the Holy City and the Vatican? Did the gray fog over the sea dissipate, or have the Occitanias mastered some new and unique technology?"

"Is it possible to threaten him with maritime bans and heresy? No, Russell's stance is unclear at the moment. It's very likely that he's close to us because of his relationship with Walhausen. We should consider cooperation first."

"However, if Russell is truly from the outside world and truly has a way to contact the Vatican, is this good news or bad news for Archbishop Cluny, who aspires to become Pope in Usedom?"

Bishop Greene had a mountain of questions in his mind, and it was as if Russell had suddenly dropped from the sky and posed a bunch of difficult problems to Bishop Greene.

Bishop Grein paced back and forth, his steps sometimes brisk, sometimes hesitant.

After a long time, the bishop made up his mind. He hurriedly left his room and went to the residence of Archbishop Cluny.

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Just as Bishop Grene was leaving to visit Archbishop Cluny, Russell, who had just finished dinner, was chatting with the ladies.

The topic started with Francine and Eleanor, who were arguing with each other.

Francine sneered at Eleanor, "Hey, even though the knights all hate the Black Princess, Eleanor, you can't. Without the Black Princess, you won't be able to find a body to possess."

Eleanor was too lazy to refute. She put on an air of ease, as if saying, "Country people really have never seen the world," and smiled without saying a word.