Today's princess is still cute

"Eberron, Eberron, wake up, I am Cardinson."

Cardinson walked up to Viscount Cowell, squatted down, and waved his hand in front of him.

Viscount Cowell's eyes had lost focus, and when he saw Cardinson coming, he just smiled foolishly.

"Want to make money?" Cardinson knew that it was useless to say anything now, so he simply threw out these four words.

moment.

It really was a moment.

Viscount Cowell's pupils lit up again, and he threw himself in front of Cardinson: "Your Majesty, please save me, save the Cowell family! Considering the friendship between the Cowell family and the Pine family for so many years, please save me!"

Cardinson patted him on the back and said with a smile: "Cheer up first. We need to go to the mine to check the situation now. It's not impossible to save it. It depends on whether you can handle it. Without destruction, there is no construction. Eberon, I think it's a gold mine beckoning you."

PS: This chapter is one of the two updates on the 27th, and will be updated as usual on the 28th.

I recommend a book, "Leaving a Scar on the Fairy's Heart", a very serious and delicate story. QQ group 7

Chapter 116: Flaming Butterfly

Cardinson helped Viscount Cowell up from the ground, supported his back with one hand, and with a slightly glowing palm, he began to transfer some gentle divine power into Viscount Cowell's body to calm his extremely unstable spirit.

Viscount Cowell was still mumbling: "Your Majesty, you must save poor me. I haven't done anything harmful to the world, so how could I be harmed by something from hell?"

"Lead the team and follow." Cardinson laughed and ignored him. He turned to give orders to Hobert, and then led Viscount Cowell to the mine in a semi-forced manner.

As for the escaped miners, Cardinson would naturally not help the Viscount to gather them, but it was impossible to expect them to run away, because without the lord's certificate, they could not enter the city as they had been assigned a certain affiliation. He could only say that he could stabilize Viscount Cowell and prevent him from venting his anger on those poor people.

As they walked along, they saw many miners huddled on the ground. Viscount Cowell wanted to shout something, but Cardinson's hand "supporting" him seemed a little forceful and his steps were a little fast, so Viscount Cowell shut up silently.

What surprised Cardinson was that when his divine power was running, he thought that the power in his body would decline because the origin was taken away by Ursus, but not only did it not happen, but it showed a very slow state of contraction, solidification, fragmentation, and expansion, which happened about once every ten minutes. Each cycle like this would bring Cardinson an extra trace of divine power.

It was like gold was constantly flowing out from the bottom of a hollowed-out pond.

He also asked Ursus what the so-called blood of the Son of God was.

Urusos, who had already signed the master-servant contract, naturally answered all the questions.

The blood of the Son of God is actually the origin of each Son of God in the process of gaining God's recognition. That is, the most fundamental power of the source energy stone located in the heart. A part of it will begin to undergo special changes, becoming purer and closer to light energy without any impurities. It will then combine with the blood and begin to spread throughout the body through the heart. Under such subtle influence, one's strength will be enhanced even while sleeping.

This is very different from the Pope's. One is from the inside out, and the other is from the outside in, but they both lead to the same end, which is almost the same nonsense as "Believe me, you can also become light."

The purity of the blood of the Son of God in Cardinson's body has completely surpassed that of Joe Kenneth. Urusos speculated that if Cardinson could convert all the blood in his body into the blood of the Son of God, then he would be able to directly break through to the realm of demigod.

But when he asked Urusos, if that day really came, would he still be himself? Would he become the carrier of the gods, or the embodiment of divine power? The other party fell silent.

Urusos could not answer, and the only person who could answer Cardinson, Joe Kenneth, was no longer alive.

All that remained of that battle were a few very obvious ruins, the most prominent of which was naturally the shattered mine.

As soon as he stepped into the place where the camp was originally built, Viscount Cowell's legs went weak and he felt like he was about to fall down as if his spine had been pulled out.

The blown trees lay across the road, and the ground was in a mess as if it had been plowed back and forth hundreds of times. The supervisors who ran at the end and tried to move the gray and flints away, or caught a few escaped miners in order to get the reward from Viscount Cowell, were buried under the rocks. The smarter ones, such as the two men who were previously in charge of guarding the mine and were hired by Viscount Cowell to guard the mine with a large sum of money, had already escaped and disappeared without a trace.

"Organize people to start digging and see if there are any survivors, immediately."

Cardinson immediately assigned people, and the people from the Vatican also moved according to his instructions, moving the stones away and clearing the obstacles blocking the road, shouting loudly, "Is there anyone else?" and "If you are still alive, please scream."

The people from the Vatican were working very efficiently, but the people led by the viscount were still standing still, unable to move their legs even though they were being yelled at by Viscount Cowell's butler.

Hell creature!

That is the most terrifying thing! If the Blue Empire really has an evil ranking list, then everything related to hell will always firmly occupy the first place on this continent.

Please, a hellish creature that looked very powerful just appeared there. Who knows if there is any influence left there? Maybe I will become a bloody mess or a crazy monster as soon as I go there! Isn't this kind of thing common in legends and stories? I am not one of those people in the Church who doesn't take his life seriously and has to fight to the death when he sees a hellish creature.

Fortunately, a high-ranking priest soon pointed out that the amount of chaotic will left in this land was surprisingly little, and it was all thanks to the mysterious strong woman who swept away all the evil aura here.

Now there was no reason not to move if he still wanted to have a bowl of rice after the Viscount came to his senses.

The guards from the Viscount's territory immediately started the search and rescue and cleanup.

Cardinson, who was standing next to him, helped Viscount Cowell to sit down next to him and began to implement his plan.

"Eberon, I'm sure you've also seen this tragic scene. Now I want you to calm down and listen to me carefully."

Viscount Cowell's heart was bleeding. He turned his gaze away from the mine, oh no, from the gravel and dirt on the ground, and replied tremblingly, "Yes, Your Majesty, you said so."

Cardinson cleared his throat and said, "Eberon, I sympathize with your situation, but have you ever thought that this happened on the first night we came to visit you? Is it a hint of something?"

Viscount Cowell looked at Cardinson blankly and shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

"It's God who is angry. We are from the Holy See, and I am the Son of God. I naturally represent the will of God. From ancient times to the present, whenever God sends down a warning, it is to express his dissatisfaction with us who have done something wrong. God is a gentle and kind mother, but when a mother is angry, she is also frightening. Eberon, from the time your Cowell family mined this mine to the time you discovered the gray flint and then continued to recruit people to mine, how many people died? Oh, you don't have to hide it, we all know it, don't we? God is loving and fair, and she is always paying attention to each and every one of us"

Cardinson spoke slowly and clearly, and every word seemed to have a kind of magic, slowly seeping into Viscount Cowell's heart.

"Your Majesty! What should I do? What should I do to appease the wrath of God! I have always been a very devout believer, and so has the Cowell family for generations!" Viscount Cowell really believed what Cardinson said. He was now at his most vulnerable moment, and the only person he could hold on to was Cardinson. He had to believe whatever he said, and he could not disbelieve it.

Cardinson smiled and said, "Eberron, the loss of the mine this time is only temporary, you have to look at the long term. Now the gods are unhappy because of the lives lost in the mine, you have to start being nice to them. Don't rush to refute, how about this, I will stay here for a few days and help you flatten this mine, and transform the surrounding area into farmland, housing and the like. I will issue you an interest-free loan in my personal name, 50,000 gold coins to be paid in one lump sum, and then you will issue a decree in the territory, that is, the untouchables who have been in Viscount Cowell's territory for more than five years will all be restored to the status of free people, and then you will register them, and each household will be loaned land and houses based on the number of people. When they have worked for ten years, they can own the land and houses, and can apply to the empire to become citizens of your viscount's territory."

Before he could finish his words, Viscount Cowell suddenly jumped up with the strength to say to Cardinson, "No! Your Majesty, this is impossible! It is against the rules to distribute my land to those untouchables! Besides, we nobles have never done such a thing. Except for those citizens with clean backgrounds and good deeds from generation to generation, it is impossible for them to get land to plant here in a nearly tax-free manner!"

"Don't be anxious. Didn't I tell you fifty thousand gold coins? After ten years, you don't have to pay back the money. Just consider it as buying a small part of your land in my name and distributing it to those poor people. For God's sake, fifty thousand gold coins can buy you a large piece of land outside, right?" Cardinson smiled and looked at Viscount Cowell, whose expression suddenly changed, patiently.

When it comes to the most fundamental interests, most nobles don't care about God's attitude at all. The worst that can happen is death, but don't try to take anything away from me.

"No, no, Your Majesty, I can't understand why you do this." Viscount Cowell was a little confused by what Cardinson said, "You give me the money, and then I will lend them the land and the house."

"That's right, Eberon. As the Son of God, I naturally execute God's will. If I say that everything I do now is based on the oracle, do you believe it? The appearance of that demon must have left you with an unforgettable impression. I believe you will not want to see it again. Later, I will have people build a church here, include you in the scope of the southern diocese, and send a trade route, so that your territory can always be bathed in the glory of God, and you don't have to worry about anything anymore."

Cardinson made an offer that was irresistible.

After another "dispute", after Cardinson repeatedly promised that such behavior would definitely bring him more income, Viscount Cowell, who was only thinking about how to recover the losses as soon as possible and continue the inheritance in the future, gritted his teeth and agreed to Cardinson's request, and even relaxed a lot, which seemed a bit like a broken jar.

Cardinson lent Viscount Cowell 50,000 gold coins for a period of ten years. Viscount Cowell must restore all the untouchables in the territory to freemen, register their households under the jurisdiction of the Viscount's territory, and arrange for distribution after the houses and fields are renovated. Only three-tenths of the tax will be collected each year. After the ten-year period is up, those freemen can obtain fields and houses, and then the tax will be reduced to two-tenths. If Viscount Cowell does this, he will not have to return Cardinson's 50,000 gold coins after ten years, and from the moment he issues the decree, he will join the scope of the Southern Diocese, can build a church without spending a penny, and will also obtain a stable trade route that brings in income and product circulation.

All these were verbal promises. Cardinson was not afraid that Viscount Cowell would default on his debt, and Viscount Cowell did not dare to default on his debt either. It was better not to leave any written evidence for such a matter.

When Viscount Cowell left to see if he could get someone to pick up the scattered gray flints to recover some of the losses, Cardinson did not stop him. Instead, he stood on a huge rock and watched expressionlessly.

"My dear master, I think you are more like a devil."

Urusos' voice rang in his ears, and only Cardinson could hear it.

The red-lipped and white-toothed Saint stood in the vast night, revealing a calm smile: "Will the devil do something that is not good for himself? Just for fun?"

On his hand, there was a ring of simple style, with a much smaller red gem in the middle.

Urusus also laughed: "Then why do you still want to do it? Playing with people's hearts, setting traps with words, and watching the other party step by step, isn't this fun? In the end, he will only find that he has sold his soul to you without knowing it."

"No, you are wrong. I am not doing these things for any reason." Cardinson stretched out his hand and gestured at the night sky. "Do you see the foundation of this thousand-year-old empire? It has begun to decay and rot. There are too many conflicts between the aristocratic system and the extraordinary power. Those with ability can change everything, and power is not necessarily inherited through blood. The people in the middle are the cornerstones. As long as we pry a certain place slightly..."

"Well, master, I think I understand what you mean. You want to use this poor creature as an experiment, right?" Urusus said with interest.

"When those who have nothing have experienced the feeling of having something, who can take anything away from them?" Cardinson's eyes were filled with a complicated expression. "Nobles, wait and see. As long as a spark is lit here, the future will surely be as I foresee as a prairie fire."

Urusos said calmly: "Master, I understand. From my point of view, I think you need a territory."

"Soon, when I get married."

"Marriage? Oh, Master, do you have someone you like?"

"Yes, and she is a princess."

"It's a match made in heaven." Ursus smiled strangely, and no one knew why he was laughing.

Cardinson blushed slightly and looked off into the distant future.

PS: Two chapters in one. I was entertained until 7 o'clock, and fell asleep as soon as I got home. When I woke up, I vomited and had a stomachache. However, the two chapters I wrote were in good condition. I will update for you on the weekend. Anyway, there will be no less than five chapters a day. Please give me some monthly tickets and blades at the end of the month, friends. I really appreciate your support, and I will definitely provide better content! QQ group doctor [《》] bar

Chapter 117 Empire Daily (First update, please vote!)

The impact of the incident was quickly mitigated thanks to Cardinson's efforts, but the reactions of various forces and powerful people on the continent were inevitable.

If everything goes as expected, Cardinson will be able to see visitors from outside here by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.

But he didn't care, because he knew that people from the Holy See would also be there, and what was there to be afraid of? It was impossible for a group of people to kidnap him, the Holy Son of the Holy See. That would be something that would really shock the continent, and only someone who really wanted to die would do such a thing. The reason why Cardinson stayed here to help Viscount Cowell was to watch the incident develop in the direction he wanted to see. Staying out of it did not mean that he could not seek his own interests from it.

With this in mind, Cardinson simply worked until dawn. Only after his brothers cleared away the rubble, rescued all the people buried underneath, asked the priest to treat them, and asked Viscount Cowell to settle them down, did Cardinson lead his team back to the castle.

The two mercenaries guarding the mine also ran back halfway. After all, it was impossible for them to resist meaninglessly when encountering such a thing. It was just that they did not recognize the Templar Knights and the Holy Light Messenger who had fought in masks before, and they thought that no one would dare to link such a thing to the Holy See.

They thought they would be punished by Viscount Cowell and were ready to run away. At worst, they would be wanted. Unexpectedly, the Viscount not only did not blame them, but also repeatedly asked them about the characteristics of the two "court visitors" they saw and the details of the situation at that time. After a few words of comfort, he gave each of them 100 gold coins and let them leave.

Naturally, everyone was happy with this, and Cardinson was behind the scenes fueling the flames. But if Viscount Cowell had any more loyalty to the royal family, he would not just let go of these two witnesses who might be the "last" witnesses.

Viscount Cowell no longer wanted to get involved in any vortex. He just wanted to make money and then find a way to make up for the huge losses suffered by the Cowell family in this war.

He doesn't care who wants to harm him, because he will follow the Vatican to the end anyway.

When Cardinson's head touched the pillow, it was already seven in the morning. The rising sun was still so soft and bright, and the darkness of the night did not affect its warmth at all. This is how the world is. The sun always rises as usual, and there is no chance for you to stand still. One night passed like this. Thinking of all the things he had experienced, Cardinson sighed softly, muttered a few words about his physique of "the corpse will rise after the coffin is opened", and then fell into a deep sleep.

And while he was asleep, the entire continent had already awakened.

"Hasn't there been any news from the Imperial City yet? Should we report what happened last night? And what attitude should we use in reporting it?"

The editor-in-chief of the Empire Daily newspaper, a man who always carefully groomed his moustache, was now so anxious that he didn't know how many hairs he had pulled out.

As the only daily newspaper published in the imperial capital, they have to bear much greater pressure than other departments.

"Report! Report immediately! The attitude is positive. After all, the one defeated is a demon! And it is very likely a demon of the demigod level! This is the strongest battle in the continent in a hundred years! Did your camera capture the scene in the sky last night?"

The office door was pushed open with a bang, and a man in military uniform walked in. Judging from his shoulder straps, he was a lieutenant colonel, a high rank.

The editor-in-chief said with a bitter face: "No! All the equipment tried to capture the picture in the sky, but all they got was a blank."

The lieutenant colonel frowned, but still said decisively: "Then never mind. I hope to see the daily newspaper on sale on time before eight o'clock, and on the tables of the nobles before they have breakfast."

"Yes, I understand. The manuscript has been written long ago and will be printed right away!" The editor-in-chief ran out in a hurry, followed by the lieutenant colonel.

As the most important official mouthpiece, the Imperial Daily always has two or more manuscripts when facing major emergencies, so that it can choose which one to publish after confirming the attitude of the royal family.

There are also some things that cannot be reported, such as Cardinson's previous kidnapping of the imperial princess on the street, his defeat of the "Blue Lion" Orr, and the northwestern barbarians' angry departure. Even if everyone knows about this, the "Imperial Daily" cannot report it.

The Empire is well aware of the influence of this propaganda tool, so it holds it tightly in its hands. Other private newspapers are not allowed to report on political content. Even if they do report, it is a task assigned by the Imperial Daily, which fully maintains the consistent direction of public opinion. Even if someone dares to speak out, your newspaper will be closed down that evening, before the next day.

After receiving the accurate attitude from the royal family, the newspaper immediately took action. A manuscript titled "A Hundred Years of War! Humanity Defeats the Hellish Demons Again, Showing the Power of Blue!" written by the newspaper's strongest writer was quickly sent to the printing factory and printed out on the magic printing press jointly produced by the Mage Tower and the Graduate School.

However, this is the publicity on the surface, and what is done behind the scenes is the real big deal.

The chief court wizard, Paramo Tigwa, who had met Cardinson once before, flew to the direction where the battle took place overnight.

The imperial capital saw an unknown number of rays of light rising into the sky and then speeding off towards the south. The forces headquartered in the south felt like a godsend and quickly dispatched their strongest forces to the area.

After gathering a lot of information along the way, they got an exact coordinate.

Viscount Cowell's territory.

Then, there was another piece of news that made the Church ecstatic and other forces frowned deeply—

The Holy Son of the Church, Cardinson Pine, is visiting Viscount Cowell.

The situation suddenly became confusing and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the water had become so murky that it was impossible to tell what was underneath.

The smart ones have already backed off, such as the Brotherhood of Eternal Night. They feel that thieves and assassins have no chance against that powerful woman with such majestic power. Now they have a chance to step out and just go to bed. Do whatever you want. It's none of our business even if you beat your dog brains out.

The stupid or unconvinced people still sent their strong men to Viscount Cowell's territory.

What's wrong with the Vatican? It's impossible that all the good things in the world are taken by you alone!

If the Paladin can touch it, why can't I, the Berserker, touch it?

Chapter 118: Warrior's Home

When Cardinson woke up from his sleep, the sky was already dark. Outside the window came the chirping of weary birds returning to the forest, which looked particularly lazy in the orange light.

"Someone from your church is waiting for you outside the door. They have been waiting for two hours and forty-six minutes. It is now six fifty-one in the afternoon."

In my mind, Ursus' voice sounded at the right time.

Cardinson stretched slowly and shouted to the door, "Who?"

"It's me, Your Majesty," one of the five Templar Knights said, "There is a guest who wants to visit you. It's from the Warrior House. He arrived two hours ago."

Cardinson immediately stood up, walked over and opened the door.

"Where's Hobert?"

His room was shared with Hobert, which was divided into an outer and inner room. Cardinson slept in the large inner bedroom and Hobert slept in the small outer bedroom.