Today's princess is still cute

The next day, Cardinson woke up early and felt that he had almost recovered. The warming relationship with the little white flower made him feel happy, and he felt that the places where he was beaten by Cesar didn't hurt so much!

"The teacher is not at home today, I am in a good mood~ I got up early and went to the cafeteria, ate my fill and got some sleep~ After waking up, I went next door to see my prince~"

Cardinson was humming a song as he walked down the road with his teeth showing and his eyes wide open.

"Good morning, Your Majesty."

When the Vatican knights who were out for shift change saw him, they immediately stopped and saluted.

"Good morning, my dear brothers! I hope God's glory will still bless us today!"

Cardinson also performed a knight's salute, with a bright voice and a friendly smile.

Some of the flattered knights looked at the Son of God who was almost jumping away, and a thought came to their minds -

His Majesty the Holy Son seems to be in a good mood today.

The pastors who met him, whether male or female, all received a sunny and charming smile.

What a good day today is?

Oh! Captain Mello has gone out on a mission!

Everyone smiled knowingly, as Césaire's "bad reputation" was well known in the Vatican.

Cardinson's good humour enabled him to eat twelve loaves of white bread in the canteen, with milk and bacon.

Just as he was patting his belly and was about to go back to take a nap happily, he saw a young man with a weathered but gentle look, standing at the door of the cafeteria with his hands behind his back, wearing the simplest white robe. People coming and going greeted him respectfully, and he responded with a smile.

Then, it was this seemingly harmless guy who made Cardinson feel an inexplicable sense of panic, as if Teacher Mei had patted him on the shoulder from behind.

Subconsciously, really subconsciously, his first reaction was to turn around.

The amiable cardinal looked at Cardinson who was running away and cast a confinement spell with a smile.

"Have you eaten enough? Your Majesty, before Captain Mello left, he asked me to take over your training during his absence. I hope we can get along well."

Lv.92, priest profession, third transfer of the divine angel route, earthly angel, "century-old legend" Bach Ellis.

The Vatican is the most powerful entity besides the Pope.

This is Cardinson’s new sparring goal.

pretty good.

Cardinson was devastated.

"I've told you that you don't understand! What do you know? I've told you many times before that Kaisen is my important ally!"

Inside the Mutoli Bar, the fifth prince Andre, who was pacing around the room like a wild beast out of a cage, roared at the blind old man who was kneeling on the ground.

"Your Highness, please think twice. Her Highness the Second Princess should be our ally. You should not abandon your sister for someone from the Vatican." The old blind man's head rested on the expensive carpet, his gray hair trembling slightly.

Andre rushed over and kicked him away.

"Give up? What do you mean by giving up! You little dog slave, do you think I want to give up? My second sister went to talk to our father and asked him to send our seventh sister to the northwest to marry that barbarian chief. What about now? Our seventh sister is doing well in the church, and Kaisen has even become the Son of God. Hahaha, they robbed the bride in the street and defeated the strongest man in the military. The royal family has lost all face! If my second sister who made the suggestion is not responsible, who will be responsible? Our father who made this decision?"

The Fifth Prince's chest rose and fell like a bellows. He looked at the old blind man who had fallen to the ground and then got up again, and said with a ferocious face, "Holy Son, do you know what a Holy Son is? Even if there were ten more princes like me, they wouldn't have even one tenth of the power he has! Who would dare to ask a Holy Son to take responsibility? Even if he had killed everyone present that day, do you believe that the royal family would have to clean up the mess in the end?"

"I know, Your Highness. I know all this. But have you ever thought about why someone with such strength and status would come to help us? The Second Princess is your best sibling, and now she is imprisoned in the cold palace by His Majesty. If you just make a little effort and ask for mercy, the Second Princess's situation will be much better. She will definitely be grateful to you."

The old blind man knelt on the ground again, and his voice did not change at all.

Andre walked up to him, squatted down, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want me to die?"

The old blind man kowtowed several times and said, "Your Highness, I have never had such an idea."

"Then shut up and don't mention this matter again. I will just pretend that I don't have this second sister now, understand?" Andre stood up, rubbed his face, and tried to calm down his anger. "I have a good sister. Seventh sister is now the only way for me to get in touch with Kaisen, but I can't show my kindness to her now. So, you ask Norn to try to contact the Duke of Witt's family. Do it covertly and find Richard. Tell him that I need a copy of his aunt, the mother of Seventh Sister."

When the old blind man heard this, he was shocked.

He had never imagined that his master had become so heartless and impulsive.

If His Majesty knew what he was planning to do, he would die!

"Your Highness! Your Highness! No, absolutely not!" The blind old man dug his nails deep into the carpet. "What happened fifteen years ago cannot be touched, cannot be touched!"

Andre laughed.

"I must now tie up Kaisen tightly. This is the only chance God has given me. Let me remind you of something that everyone knows. My eldest brother has already started to contact my eldest sister. Our wealthy eldest princess has opened up a sea trade route to send young and strong slaves from Southeast Asia to my eldest brother's territory, one ship after another! Does my father know about this? My father knew, but he acquiesced because my eldest brother's territory is in the north near the Frozen Forest, where there are magical beasts and Duke Witte."

The blind old man raised his head and looked at the Fifth Prince who looked like a madman, but he could no longer utter a word.

"Be it the Holy See, the royal family, even the academy and the Mage Tower, it's just that Kaisen's action this time has really torn off the last fig leaf of the empire." Andre shook his head and left the box.

The old blind man, kneeling there in a daze, only heard a faint sigh outside the door.

"What was the name of the scholar from the graduate school who came to see me? Hathaway? Yes, she is such a beautiful woman. Please send me an invitation tonight. I hope to have dinner with her. Who knows what will happen in the future?"

In the 1180th year of the Blue Calendar, autumn is approaching and winter is not far away.

Chapter 98: Cigar Mine Stele

"呲"

A match burned in the darkness and then went out, illuminating an indifferent face in that brief interval.

"Nanyang's good stuff, want one?" A thick cloud of smoke came out of his mouth and spread in the night. "I heard that people in the imperial capital like this stuff."

"Cigar?" A tall and thin man turned his head from the mound next to him.

The indifferent man raised his eyebrows and said, "It's this name, it's a bit strange."

"I can't draw it. This is a privilege for noble gentlemen. I also want to make more money so that I can go back and collect enough money for my child's registration fee to go to the Mage Tower." The tall and thin man grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

Not far from them, as the field of vision stretched, the terrain gradually rose. It was a mountain, a mountain that was only slightly raised, like a tomb.

Mining carts loaded with thick soil were being pushed along tracks made of wood and iron, connecting to the mine entrance at the end.

On the dirt path covered with weeds and gravel, people with bent backs and legs, numb and dull eyes, ran barefoot, pushing the mine carts silently.

They also carried a large bamboo basket on their backs, which was filled with the same amount of soil.

There were two crystal lamps hanging on both sides of the mine entrance. These were perhaps the most valuable things here. If it hadn't been for the thick dust that had killed several untouchables by sparking, Viscount Cowell probably wouldn't have dug them out of the discarded items in his castle warehouse to provide lighting. The light was dim, and perhaps this word wasn't appropriate to describe the light, but the two lamps were like the soul fire in the eyes of a skeleton, swaying in the wind. The mine entrance was like a rotten corpse with its mouth wide open, swallowing up one living life after another.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

First there was a slightly louder roar, followed by a smaller muffled sound, and a puff of white mist blew out from the mine entrance. The miners inhaled it and exhaled it, like a tireless "air purifier".

"Get up the ground! Get up the ground! Run! You bastards!" A supervisor, wearing a thick cotton mask, waved a whip with iron spikes hanging upside down in his hand and shouted loudly.

This is Viscount Cowell's mine.

As an emerging noble family two hundred years ago, the Cowell family accidentally hit the jackpot during a turmoil and obtained this lucrative territory. Although the title is not high, the stable output of iron ore has always been the largest source of wealth for their family, allowing Viscount Cowell to go to the imperial capital to enjoy himself from time to time and chat with other nobles about the recent weather.

The southern Sanna County is rich in minerals. The underground resources seem to be favored by God and have been inexhaustible for many years.

No one knows how long the Cowell family's mine can last, but there is no need to worry now.

"Grayflint, grayflint again!"

The supervisor shouted excitedly as he watched a few small stones with a hint of red glow pour out of a bamboo basket carried by a miner.

After having every corner of the miner searched carefully, they "mercifully" announced that he could rest for an hour and have a mouthful of black multi-grain porridge.

This is how Viscount Cowell makes money recently.

Who could have thought that such a wonderful and lovely treasure would appear in his own territory, and its value was just enough not to attract competition from the great nobles.

Because the strange energy in this gray flint cannot be expelled for the time being, it cannot be used as a pure fire energy stone.

But this does not affect Viscount Cowell's feelings when he wakes up every day - Oh, great God, you have once again favored the devout Cowell family.

There is always a way. A noble, a qualified noble! When you find something good in your territory, shouldn't you take it for yourself first?

The two men mentioned above were the masters hired by Viscount Cowell at a high price to calm the situation.

How high? I don't know, but everyone says they are masters.

Judging from the way they casually killed dozens of untouchables who wanted to escape, they were exactly the masters that Viscount Cowell needed!

"When will the private army formed by the Viscount arrive? These miners are almost unable to hold on."

"Ah, maybe, probably, tomorrow?"

The indifferent man nodded, looked at the miners who were like rats in his eyes, and exhaled another puff of smoke.

"I heard that there's a lot going on in the imperial capital recently. A princess was kidnapped, and the young knight who kidnapped the bride became the new Holy Son of the Church. Then the princess was taken back to the Church, and the royal family didn't dare to show any temper. Hahaha, it's so cool!" When the tall and thin man talked about this topic, there was an obvious look of longing on his face.

It’s not because of some messy princess, but because of that Holy Son of the Church.

If I had the same strength as him, what in the world could stop me?

There was also a hint of admiration in the cold man's eyes. For people like them who risked their lives for their desires, what they admired most was someone like the Son of the Vatican who did what he wanted when he had the strength.

"That Blue Lion was seriously injured, right?"

"Hehe, you don't know? That was because the Holy Son of the Vatican held back. If it weren't for the royal family's last bit of face, it would have been easy to kill him. I heard from the imperial capital that the Holy Son was only eighteen. No, seventeen! This is 100% God's favorite. Do you remember who the first one favored by God was? I think, this Holy Son will..." The tall and thin man stretched out a finger and poked it hard into the sky, then made a gesture of wiping his neck with a sinister laugh.

The indifferent man sneered and blew out a smoke ring: "What the hell is it to you? What are these big shots thinking? How can we mercenaries guess it?"

"What's wrong with being a mercenary? We are at least four-star. When the guild grows stronger in the future, maybe we can run around in this world!"

The voices of the two people gradually faded away in the night.

At this time, deep in the mine, in a long and narrow corridor, a miner who was walking in front and digging soil and throwing it back found a small bone.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, as it was not surprising to find anything underground.

However, he dug out more and more bones, and finally found a stone tablet buried among these bones of an unknown creature.

"What's wrong? Hurry up and work. You want to be whipped, don't you?"

Someone shouted from behind.

There was no other expression on the miner's numb face. Instead, he used his feet to dig the pile of bones and the stone tablet into the soil next to him and buried them.

PS: I came back a little late after accompanying my boss to drink. I will update later. When did I start updating once a day? Isn't it at least twice a day?

Chapter 99: The Son of God Goes South

As the autumn wind gradually picked up, there were many half-yellow fallen leaves in the Vatican.

Cardinson took a broom and a shovel and cleaned with the Knights who were in charge of cleaning today.

Bach Ellis is not as "vicious" as Cesare. He knows that training should be relaxed in moderation. Although he did not hold back when beating Cardinson, he also gave him plenty of time to relax.

Time to relax - time to not get spanked, time to learn something else.

As Cardinson threw the last shovel of fallen leaves into the basket, familiar footsteps sounded nearby.

"nailed it?"

Turning around, I saw it was Rong Ke.

The old man was also holding a large broom in his hand and was dressed in a way that made it easy for him to move around. He was probably just sweeping up fallen leaves from somewhere.

Cardinson smiled and said, "Almost. But fallen leaves are like snow. No matter how hard you try, they will always be there."

Rong Ke took the broom from him and handed it to a knight next to him along with his own broom, saying, "I will take your Holy Son away first."

"Yes, Captain, thank you for your hard work!"

An old man and a young man were walking on the road. Rong Ke was half a body length behind Cardinson. When Cardinson found out, he pulled the old man back with a smile.

Rong Ke, whose little trick was discovered, was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he asked, "I heard from Sir Ellis that you want to go to the south?"

"Well, yes, I have officially stepped into the threshold of the Templar Knights. This is recognized by both my teacher and Lord Ellis. So, I am thinking of applying to the Vatican for my job change." Cardinson said seriously.

"Going too fast is sometimes not a good thing," Rong Ke said in a deep voice, "I have been at the level of Templar Knight for almost twenty years, but I have not yet broken through to Morning Star Knight. Do you know why?"

"Accumulation?" Cardinson guessed.

"Almost, but what I want to tell you more is my state of mind." Rong Ke punched the air instantly. The strong sense of power was something that Cardinson couldn't achieve even if he tried his best.

Right in front of him, a fallen leaf was blown away by the wind and turned into powder after falling to the ground.

Cardinson suddenly understood why the novels he had read before were always so horrific. Now he really wanted to take a deep breath.

Rong Ke’s current strength is enough to break through the Morning Star Knight!

The two found a bench and sat down. Rong Ke spoke slowly, "Your strength grows too fast, which can easily lead to two fatal shortcomings. First, you can't master what you have, just like a child holding a sword, but doesn't know how to use it, and can only chop randomly. Second, the corresponding state of mind is always the state of mind. If you don't have a strong heart, the faster you progress now, the greater the limitations in the future will be, and it will be easy to stop moving forward."

Cardinson pondered and asked, "Grandpa Rong Ke, do you still remember the power I used on the day of the bride robbery?"