Reject me, you damn woman.

Damn it, I was clearly attacking the other person, but my tears were about to flow.

For priests who left the theocracy and went to various places to spread God's grace, it was undoubtedly a great blessing to be able to serve in the capital of a superpower, but the Purple Gold Flower Empire was an obvious exception.

It’s not because the Kingdom of God is far away from the Purple Gold Flower. The reason is very simple. Even a fool can see that this country already has a deep-rooted belief.

It was not any god in the kingdom of the gods in the sky, but Her Majesty the Empress who was sitting on the royal sedan chair.

As the saying goes, rivals are enemies. For priests whose mission is to spread oracles, nothing is more despairing than a powerful opponent who exists naturally. What's worse is that you dare not attack her verbally, nor dare to declare her a false god...

In a sense, for the priests, Zijinhua is a place more terrifying than a war zone.

"Where's that old guy Arnel? Why didn't I see him today?"

Father Eris of the Moon Church looked at the tightly closed door of the Earth Church.

"He joined because he couldn't beat them..."

The tall and thin priest of the Holy Light Church pointed to the distance. At this moment, an old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a divine robe, was excitedly scrambling with the people around him to grab the blessed holy water sprinkled by Her Majesty the Queen...

The fat and thin priests couldn't help but look at each other and sigh.

In fact, the Purple Gold Flower Empire did not deliberately suppress the development of various churches. It was just that the glory of the Norton family was too great, so that the grace of other gods could not shine into this country.

If the priests were willing to spend some money to bring a few nobles who have some influence in the imperial capital into the church, perhaps they could improve the bad situation from top to bottom. But unfortunately, given the priests' status in the Purple Gold Flower Empire, no noble would take the time to make friends with them.

Therefore, the churches that come to Zijinhua to preach often encounter the following vicious circle:

Without believers, there would be no fundraising income and status. Without income, savings and status, the nobles would not take them seriously. Without the support of the nobles, there would be no way to snatch believers from Her Majesty the Queen.

"I heard that all the bigwigs in the imperial capital will attend the banquet after the Dragon Blood Ceremony. If I can sneak into this banquet, even if I do nothing, I might be able to have a good impact on the reputation of the church."

Father Eris thought, rubbing his chin.

"I advise you not to have any evil thoughts,"

The tall Father Clay mercilessly poured cold water on his companions.

"You sneaked into some small gatherings to get free food and drinks, and you were beaten and kicked out, which is fine, but you dared to have evil thoughts at the dinner after the Dragon Blood Festival. Are you going to die?"

"Of course it's not allowed to sneak in privately, but it's different if you're invited, right?"

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant female voice sounded. The two priests turned their heads and saw a blonde girl in a blue dress, who bowed slightly to them.

But why do I feel a sense of resentment?

"who are you?"

The two priests showed obvious doubts.

"I am the messenger of Prince Lin En, and I am here to invite you two and Mr. Arnel of the Church of the Earth to attend the banquet tonight, provided that you two are willing to do His Highness a small favor."

Novi smiled, and under the eager gazes of the two priests, she took out two invitations from her space ring.

In fact, the girl was not as calm as she seemed. Her eyes were focused on the only common point between the two priests from different churches.

Each of them had a finely crafted musket on their waist.

Judging from the traces of gunpowder on the gun handle and the wear and tear of the belt, it was obviously not the same kind of thing that nobles wore on their waists.

Sure enough, it was just as Brother Lin said.

Nuo Wei was secretly shocked, and even the resentment that she was not invited to be a female companion but instead had to help deliver the letter was dissipated a lot.

Thinking of this, even Novi, who was always obedient to Lin En, couldn't help but feel a little angry.

What a bad brother. It would have been fine if he used the excuse of “we are siblings” to not choose me, but what was too much was that he actually asked me to help deliver the letter.

Are you going to have to help push it yourself in the future?

Shaking off these messy thoughts, Novi looked at the two priests who were still waiting for her answer.

The priests who were able to travel from distant religious countries on foot to foreign lands to preach did not rely solely on divine arts that basically only played an auxiliary role and the scriptures in their hands.

.........

With the end of Her Majesty the Queen's royal procession, the climax of the ceremony gradually came to an end.

But in fact, for those who are truly qualified to attend this grand ceremony, this is just the beginning.

In the suburbs of the Purple Gold Flower Empire, in a magnificent castle owned by Her Majesty the Queen, many luxurious carriages carrying their owners had already arrived early to attend this truly grand ceremony.

Everyone had a respectful smile on their face, elegantly tasting wine in the banquet hall while chatting and laughing with the people around them.

Of course, most of the talk was about recent big news.

Naturally, the two people became hot topics.

One was Duke Reinhardt of the North, who was already the center of the banquet and was surrounded by the patriarchs of the five major families. The other person was naturally Prince Linn, who had been in the limelight recently.

Whether it was his outstanding performance in the Spring Cup or the "coincidence" of taking part in the Treasure Master Examination, they were all talked about with relish.

Even Lynn was discussed more than the Duke of the North who suddenly visited.

After all, many arcanists in the imperial capital came from Eden College, and the pressure of discussing a new and outstanding prince was much smaller than that of discussing a legendary knight.

More importantly, Lin En himself has not yet arrived at the venue, so there is no need to worry about him hearing what he says.

Several young nobles from the five major families looked around at the door, and when they saw that Lin En was not there, they couldn't help but curl their lips.

"He dares to be late for every occasion. If you don't know him, you would think that His Highness Lin En is already the crown prince."

"Hush, Hayat,"

A young nobleman with a tall figure and flashy curly bangs was scolding his companions. He seemed to have a special status among the group.

"But there are ladies watching us, so we have to be careful what we say."

"Master Medel, you should be careful of anyone who can do this."

The noble named Hayat muttered in a low voice, subconsciously followed the young noble's line of sight, and was suddenly startled:

"That prince is here too!"

All the nobles, especially the young male nobles, straightened their chests and stomachs and straightened their appearance, for fear of leaving a bad impression on the foreign princess who came from afar.

That’s right, the only foreign princess who is qualified to attend the Dragon Blood Ceremony is Historia.

At this time, at the entrance of the banquet hall, Historia and Elena were waiting for something at the door.

Both of them dressed up tonight, Elena's hair was wavy at the ends, and Historia had her signature red twin ponytails.

The two girls were wearing the same style of off-shoulder evening gowns, except that one was red and the other was white. Their legs were faintly visible under the slightly slit skirts, and their feet were sparkling as they stepped on strappy high heels.

The only difference is the chest style.

The fabric on Elena's chest stood up proudly, revealing a hint of white, while Historia's chest was decorated with red lace. It can only be said that... it was indistinguishable from the real thing.

It has a unique flavor.

Unfortunately, peeking does not exist. It is just one of the three classic illusions: "she is peeking at me."

Historia was not thinking and did not peek at anyone. In fact, the girl just heard someone's name and subconsciously looked over there. At this time, Her Royal Highness the Princess was gritting her teeth.

"That bastard, if Her Majesty the Queen hadn't invited me, I wouldn't have known he was coming to the banquet tonight!"

Historia hugged her shoulders indignantly, but Elena just smiled indulgently.

As a princess studying abroad, she was certainly eligible to be invited to the Dragon Blood Festival Dinner. Elena didn't want to come at first, but couldn't resist Princess Historia's constant urging and had to accompany her.

Of course, Elena also has some little thoughts.

She heard from other female classmates from noble families that Her Majesty the Queen allowed Lin En to bring a female companion to this dinner.

However, it seems that no one in the class has been invited yet.

In other words, the position of Lin En's female companion should be temporarily vacant.

If I "happened" to be here, would he invite me?

As for Historia, although she didn't say anything, from her occasional silly grin, complacency, and occasional hands-on gesture, as well as the rumors between her and Lin En, almost everyone guessed what she was thinking and who she was waiting for.

At the beginning, several young nobles from the five major families plucked up the courage to approach and chat with her, but they were only responded with a very simple “get lost”.

There was a thin-skinned guy who broke down on the spot and angrily scolded Historia for swearing in such an occasion, but he only got a cold reply from the princess, "I have no manners." After this, fewer men came to chat with him.

As for women, there is indeed one.

"Good evening, Elena."

A beautiful woman with short hair greeted Elena.

"You are, Kaya Mistry?"

Elena also recognized the person. It was her classmate in the Tristana class. She was Kaya Mistry, who was from the Golden Academy and was from the Mistry family, a faction close to the Queen among the Eight Great Families.

Although this affable noblewoman wore an evening gown that highlighted her figure today, her outfit was still somewhat androgynous, giving her a cool vibe.

"Just call me Kaya. Are you waiting for His Royal Highness the Prince?"

Kaya asked with a smile.

"That's it."

Elena agreed somewhat embarrassedly. She had a good impression of this classmate.

At first, Historia was not happy with the girl who came to chat with her, but Kaya was good at socializing, and the waiting was really boring, so the three of them started chatting, and soon, Historia became the most enthusiastic of the three, and actively invited the two half-sisters to visit her palace when they were free...

And she was subconsciously regarded as one of the members waiting for Lin En. Therefore, when she saw that the number of members waiting for Lin En at the door increased from two to three, and they were all beauties with different styles.

There was an inexplicable sour smell in the venue, especially among the young male nobles...

As for some veterans in the world of love, they couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Lord Lin En, whom they had never met before.

Not to mention Princess Historia who looks like someone who is not someone to be trifled with, the lady in the white dress doesn't seem to be a simple person either. The look that occasionally flashes in her eyes seems even more frightening than Princess Historia.

I always feel that there will be problems no matter which one I choose.

I hope His Royal Highness Lin En hasn't passed away yet.

.........

"Are you sure he'll come?"

In the center of the banquet hall, Reinhardt suddenly turned to the patriarch of the Morris family, one of the five major families, and asked.

Patriarch Morris's expression changed. After he saw that he was all around him, he managed to calm down and leaned close to Reinhardt and said, "Grand Duke, please rest assured. It has been confirmed that except for the eldest prince who is not in the imperial capital, no member of the Norton family will be absent from the dinner."

He paused, then smiled cruelly:

"What's more, Lynn Norton is the person that the tower asked to kill. How could I not investigate his whereabouts? He might be delayed for something, but he will definitely not be late."

Reinhardt nodded and then said nothing, and the atmosphere became even more silent.

.........

At the window of a room on the second floor of the castle, Quinn, wearing a silver off-shoulder evening gown, leaned against the window with a glass of red wine, her eyes playful:

"Brother Lin, you won't give up at a time like this, right?"

She continued smiling, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, with two new intoxicating blushes on her face.

And she was also a little curious, which of the two little girls had a higher probability of becoming her chief younger sister?

...........

It was in this atmosphere that a carriage with the Norton family crest printed on it slowly drove up from the end of the road.

Her Majesty the Queen and the Second Princess Quinn have never left the palace, and Her Highness Noraville would not use the Norton family crest on such occasions.

Then, the identity of the person in the carriage seems to be obvious.

Nearing the front gate of the castle, the carriage slowly stopped under the coachman's superb driving skills, smoothly and without a ripple, and the door opened. Lynn, who was dressed in formal attire, opened the door and slowly stepped out of the carriage.

Finally, Lin En arrived, and many people in the audience breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Historia's dissatisfaction broke out at this time.

"Your........"

"So, you are already here."

Lin En's relieved voice made the girl tremble and two blushes flew across her face.

"What...what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Sorry sorry,"

Lynn smiled and shook her head.