On the evening of the Holy Acropolis banquet, Todd stood at the door of the church, looking at the staggeringly luxurious carriage in front of him, turned his head and asked Tristan: "This carriage is the one that picked us up to the banquet? Wouldn't it be... too ostentatious?"

Tristan straightened his robe and Saint Xun, got into the carriage without looking back, and left a sentence: "This is already the lowest-profile carriage of His Highness Mattide."

Todd choked for a while and then got into the carriage.

The interior of the vehicle has velvet cushions, a pull-out ice bucket, and even a folding bed that can lie down for three people.

Seeing all this in front of him, Todd thought bitterly, that he is also the lord of a country, but compared to this guy, he can only be regarded as a soft-shelled turtle who doesn't know how to enjoy himself.

Tristan looked at the receding scenery outside the window and said to himself: "His Royal Highness Sinclair and His Royal Highness Mattide are somewhat similar in appearance, but they are very different in character and philosophy. Sinker His Royal Highness Lai inherited the personality of his father. While actively communicating with the nobles and generals in the country, he tried to get the Holy Acropolis out of the influence of the church..."

Todd sighed inaudibly, and whispered in his heart, if you learn about Sinclair's slavery business with the Pope, I don't know if you will think that way.

"As for the second prince of the Holy Acropolis, His Royal Highness Mattide...he is a...he who knows how to enjoy." Tristan weighed in and said: "He knows what season of red wine is the best wine, he knows Lu How to cook the most delicious Wenyu, he knows every beautiful dance on the mainland... but he is not the only one who has no interest in national governance."

Todd gave Tristan a slanted look: "It sounds like, is this Sinclair you value more than His Royal Highness, who is supported by the church?"

The latter said non-committal: "What the church needs is a puppet that is easy to control, not a maverick ruler."

Todd was silent for a moment, and then changed the subject: "Tell me about the West Side's mission, right?"

"Twilight West Side Mission? What do you want to know?"

"I heard that Muxicheng publicly supports His Royal Highness Sinclair?"

Tristan gently opened the curtains of the carriage: "It is not a simple support. The Twilight Mission must allow His Highness Sinclair to ascend the throne, otherwise the Holy Acropolis will become a barrier to curb the development of Twilight."

"Those two Highnesses, who has a better chance of winning now?"

"It's not easy to say, one person has the support of the nobleman, one person has the support of the church, and both have a chance of winning." Tristan stretched out his hand, grabbed the armrest of the carriage, and said to Todd: "Hold on, we have to pass. The Plaza of Honor..."

"Honor Plaza?" Todd hadn't reacted yet, and the carriage suddenly bumped up and down because of the uneven road.

Putting his head out of the window, Todd glanced out of the carriage, and the scene in front of him took a breath.

Dozens of wooden crosses were erected on an endless square, and the corpses burned to coke were scattered everywhere. The wheels of the carriage rolled over the scorched corpses, making a crackling sound. .

Todd retracted his body and asked Tristan in amazement: "Here is...?"

"This is the Plaza of Honor where the church used to execute the fire." Tristan lowered the curtain: "At the craziest time, hundreds of people can be burnt to death in one night here. Because there are too many charred bodies, most of them are burnt. It stuck to the ground; coupled with the shortage of food and supplies, there was no way to hire people to dispose of the wreckage, which caused the Plaza of Honor to gradually become a pile of corpses."

"All the people burned here are alien species?!"

Tristan sneered and said: "Where are so many alien species to be burned? Those who are dissatisfied with the church, those who support His Royal Highness Sinclair, those who try to escape from the Holy Acropolis... are all sent to the torture."

Hearing this, Todd glanced at the "black earth" in the afterglow of the setting sun, lowered the curtain of the carriage, and sighed heavily.

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The carriage walked for a full hour, and when it was dark, it rushed to the palace banquet hall.

Entering the hall, seeing the dazzling array of food on the table, and the marble "wine fountain" in the center of the front hall, Todd finally understood the "banquet grandeur" Tristan mentioned earlier.

"The food here is enough to feed hundreds of families." Tristan said, looking at Todd with a serious face.

Todd shook his head and walked to the main hall of the banquet. Following the melodious music, he saw a group of nobles surrounding a pair of dancing men and women.

The man was handsome in appearance and wore a gorgeous palace suit; Todd the "woman" knew him, and he was the leader of the West Side Mission-Knight Dion.

Dion was wearing a pleated tuxedo with a cold face, looking at each other's expression as if he was looking at an ugly toad.

"The one dancing is His Royal Highness..."

Tristan's words surprised Todd.

How could the two of them go together?

On the dance floor, Matide hugged Dion's back, brushing his fingers across the opponent's skin frivolously, but in exchange for a heavy step.

"Sorry, my lord, my steps are not steady." Dion said politely, but Meimu gave the opponent a sharp look.

Matide stood up straight, as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, it's okay! Speaking of which, did you receive the flowers I gave you?"

"Flower?" Dion whirled around with the opponent's dance steps, and said calmly: "I'll take it to feed the horse."

Mattide suddenly showed a smile more ugly than crying.

Dion glanced alertly at the guests around him, and put his mouth close to Matide's ear: "What did you promise me?"

Mattide groaned with enjoyment, as if he hadn't heard the other party's question at all.

Dion made another heavy kick, stepped on the back of Matide, and said fiercely: "Sorry, your highness, I took the wrong step again!"

Mattide tightened his lips and said softly, "Don't you want the list of nobles who support my brother? I can give it to you at any time."

At the end of the song, Dion took a step back, got out of Matide's arms, bowed slightly towards the latter, who was still unfulfilled, and returned to the position of the mission.

Standing in the distance, Todd, looking in the direction of the Twilight Mission, Dieng sat next to Mary in a costume. The former is petite and the latter is beautiful and moving. Two beauties with completely different temperaments are beautiful and beautiful, suddenly Became the focus of the entire dance party.

Tristan pulled La Todd's cuff: "If you want to see the mission now, that's definitely not a good idea. Compared to that, there is someone you should see first."

Under Tristan's guidance, Todd came to the church seat and stood in front of a middle-aged man with a falcon look. The robes on the other side immediately made him aware of the middle-aged man's identity.

"Master Jacob, may the light of the Lord illuminate the way forward for you and me."

Jacob looked at the face in front of him, and was astonished for a moment: "Felischild, why are you here?!"

Recalling the fragments of Felicchild's memory, Todd put on the former's signature smile, and said vaguely: "There are some tricky things, the Pope asked me to deal with it as soon as possible..."

Jacob stayed for a while, then nodded slightly and said: "Everything is important to the Pope."

Later, he looked at Tristan with disgust, and said to Todd: "My manpower, you can use it to your heart's content."

Todd nodded in thanks and left everyone.

He first came to a dark corner and looked at Dion and Marie who were surrounded by people at the banquet, knowing that this was not a good time to come forward and talk.

Just about to lift his foot and leave, the corner of his eyes saw a young man who had repeatedly appeared in Felicchild's memory~lightnovelpub.net~ This young man was tall, with a fortified expression, and a face of meticulous punching. The beard that has been groomed always wears a gentle smile when looking at people.

This is His Royal Highness Sinclair, and it shouldn't be wrong.

Todd's gaze was quickly noticed by Sinclair who felt keenly.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

A hint of surprise flashed in Sinclair's eyes, and he quickly looked away, pretending to be nothing.

While chatting and laughing with the nobleman beside him, he touched the back of his right auricle with his hand.

Todd recalled the memories he had spied on from Ferryschild, and immediately understood that the other party was asking him to go to the old place to talk secretly.

Turning to leave the banquet hall, Todd relied on the fuzzy memory he got when the soul invaded, stepped into the bush path outside the hall, and came to the back of a lion statue.

After waiting for almost ten minutes, a deep voice sounded from the side.

"You came back earlier than expected."

Todd looked at the black figure beside the stone statue and said softly, "Something has happened in Gupigang."

"Something happened?"

Todd lowered his voice: "The southern barbarians rebelled, the ancient city was captured, and tens of thousands of slaves were released..."

The black shadow walked out from behind the stone statue, his voice sounded a little anxious: "The money that belongs to me..."

The face of His Royal Highness Sinclair appeared in front of Todd, causing the latter to shook his head helplessly.

"Don't worry, the goods are all shot." Todd took out a silver moon from his arms and threw it up and down like Felicchild: "I hid the money in a safe place, but the ship was snatched by the barbarians. NS."

Sinclair's eyes were sharp: "The ancient city was breached and the ship was gone. What about our next business?"

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