Todd touched the silver moon in the palm of his hand with his fingers. He rolled his eyes and said to Sinclair with a smile: "His Royal Highness, don't worry, business will always go on, but my master cares more about this kind of cooperation. Can it continue?"

Sinclair asked puzzledly: "What do you mean by this?"

Todd shrugged: "One day, if you ascend to the throne..."

Sinclair waved his hand impatiently: "I told him a long time ago that everything will be done according to tradition."

Todd asked: "Tradition?"

Sinclair glanced at him strangely, frowned and said, "Your master, didn't you tell you about the traditions of the Holy Acropolis?"

Toddler said vaguely: "The master once said something, but it's not specific."

Sinclair nodded: "Felicchild, you and I are old acquaintances. You have helped me a lot in the past. I don't intend to hide some things from you. The monarchs and churches of the Holy Acropolis Zongs have a long history of cooperation. To put it simply, we are more like a group of gardeners, whose main task is to help Heavenly Father "take care of" his garden regularly."

Todd looked confused: "Take care of the garden?"

Sinclair stretched out his palm, palms up, his five fingers naturally opened: "A beautiful and elegant garden will always have some plants, some branches or diseased branches. The mission of the monarch of the Holy Acropolis is based on heaven. It is the Father’s will to regularly trim off those things that ruin beauty."

Todd's heart set off a stormy sea, and on the surface he also pretended to have a flat expression: "You mean...?"

"The small remote countries that are close to paganism, the villages and small towns that have not paid tribute for a long time, and of course those noble fiefs that are drifting away from the heavenly father are all unsightly and useless vegetation in the heavenly father's garden." Lai slowly brought her five fingers together and clenched them into fists: "The mission of the Holy Acropolis is to cut off these extra branches. By the way, collect these wastes and sell them to people in need."

Todd desperately squeezed the Silver Moon in his hand, but said pretendingly: "Then you are pruning the garden, don't you worry about being discovered and hostile by others?"

"Of course not. No one cares about those small countries or fiefs that disappear completely in one night. Even if there is any situation, the church can always find a suitable reason to solve all unnecessary troubles." Sinclair said. , With a bit of ease, and a bit of helplessness: "The Holy Acropolis is such a country that does not engage in production or business, but only uses sword and fire to survive for generations."

Todd touched the tip of his nose: "It seems that your claim to fight for independence and freedom is just a cover."

Sinclair straightened his chest: "This heir fight is nothing but a scam from beginning to end, and the outcome has long been determined-the last king will be me."

Todd asked: "Then why bother to involve His Royal Highness Mattide?"

"The church did not act wisely in the previous Battle of the Silver Ring. Many nobles in the Holy Acropolis were extremely dissatisfied with it." Sinclair shook his head and said: "The king is so sick that this kind of dissatisfaction in the country is gone. With the suppressing power, some nobles began to move around. They are becoming less and less obedient to the orders of the church, and even intend to mobilize the powerful military forces of the Holy Acropolis, claiming to repeat the old road of Silver Ring."

"On the one hand, the church aims to alleviate conflicts and stabilize the hearts of the people. On the other hand, it is also to identify those who are loyal to the church, who are fishing in troubled waters, and who are sincerely asking for independence. Therefore, the church deliberately uses a battle for heirs to test the aristocracy. manner."

"So, this throne battle is more like a power wash." Todd added: "When you ascend to the throne, you can help the church, openly or covertly begin to clear the country's opposition forces, and at the same time Collect the military power in the hands of these nobles."

"Yes, in your master's words. The Holy Acropolis has won too many victories and honors. Some people in the country have gradually been blinded by arrogance and have forgotten the foundation of this country."

Todd's tone was slightly mocked: "After all, the Holy Acropolis is nothing but a sword in the hands of my master."

In the night, Sinclair's face changed slightly, and anger flashed in his eyes. After a while, he said nonchalantly: "Feirichschild, you are somewhat biased. You should talk about the Holy Acropolis and the church. It's all a sword in the hands of Heavenly Father."

Todd smiled dryly: "Speaking of which, your brother, His Royal Highness Mattid is a target that attracts firepower."

Sinclair snorted coldly: "A beam jumping clown! The idiot who started dreaming of ascending to the throne just after being praised by others! Sooner or later I will have his head off!"

After cursing in a low voice for a while, Sinclair said to Todd again: "The nobles have made their own decisions. The announcement of the heir to the throne is only a few days away. When the Holy Acropolis is over, tell your master. , Let him not forget the condition he promised me before."

Todd leaned slightly and said respectfully: "Your Highness, don't worry, everything is ready."

Seeing Sinclair's figure disappear into the night, Todd, full of resentment and nowhere to vent, threw the silver moon, which had been pinched into a ball in his hands, to the distance.

On the way back to the banquet, Todd walked through the promenade in a depressed mood and saw a strange old man sitting at a stone table at the end.

He is tall and tall, but he is thin, but there is not much fat. The outline of the bones is exposed under the scarred skin, and the eye sockets are sunken. What is amazing is that a pair of bright eyes, like a faint fire in the dark night, staring at a chessboard on the table.

The old man first played a chess game, then moved the chessboard with his hand, turned the other side to him, and played another chess game. In this way, he played a chess game with himself.

Todd glanced at each other a few times, remembering the complex environment of Holy Acropolis, holding the idea that more is worse than less, and he intends to detour.

"Child, can you come with me?"

Looking at the old man not far away, and looking up at himself, Todd looked around vigilantly and found that there was no one else nearby. He thought about it and walked over carefully.

Approaching the stone table and looking at the structure of the chessboard, Todd recognized that this was a more popular "backgammon" in the Middle Ages. Although he hadn't played much, he knew the rules.

After sitting down, Todd re-coded the chess pieces and signaled the old man to move first.

The old man was not polite. He first played a chess piece and said emotionally: "I can't remember, when was the last time someone played chess with me."

Todd tried to remember the backgammon game, and then dropped a move.

Seeing the position of the opponent's pawn, the old man made a slightly puzzled voice~lightnovelpub.net~ slowed down and played another pawn.

When the two of you came and I made a few moves, the old man laughed and said: "Initially I thought you were a veteran swordsman, but I didn't expect to be a novice who didn't know anything!"

Sure enough, after a few more rounds, Todd was defeated.

The old man smiled and shook his head: "You have no rules for playing chess, but it's interesting...No matter what, if it is closed for too long, it will become boring and boring."

Todd took a look at the old man's appearance with the light of the fire, guessing the identity of the other party in his heart, and he was somewhat certain. He immediately set the chess pieces and said, "One more game!"

"Okay!" The old man picked up a chess piece with his hand, and just about to fall, a heart-piercing pain made him bend down and cough violently.

Todd stood up quickly and walked to the old man.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." The old man who slowed down stretched out his hand to stop Todd's movement, lowered his head and started looking for the fallen chess piece on the ground. After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find it.

Seeing Todd picking up the missing chess piece, the old man laughed at himself and said to the former: "Child, there are many things in this world that you can try. There is only one thing that should not be touched... that is aged."

"The body is getting worse every day, and the spirit is getting worse. During the day, people look at you as if they are looking at a rotten and smelly corpse; at night, when you toss and turn in the bed, the whispers of death can always make you unable to sleep." The old man looked at his trembling hands and began to wave his arms forcefully, and said helplessly and painfully: "This feeling can drive people crazy!"

The old man stood up tremblingly, declined Todd's support, tried his best to maintain his due dignity, and stepped into the darkness at the end of the corridor.

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