Miss Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either!

"Who is it, it's so late."

The Grand Dukes are like repeating machines, sending out inquiries that the unicorns are a little tired of listening to.

They answered in harmless voices:

"Hello, Victorian Royal Envoy."

The voice in the room became louder in an instant.The dukes who had been waiting for a day seemed to feel joy and peace of mind for the royal family's peace that they had finally waited for.

Therefore, the weird timing was regarded as a way for the immature empress to vent her little emotions, and the unknown visitor named unicorn was regarded as the new hound of the new emperor. gate of the mansion.There is no dead end strict defense, only a long-awaited smiling face to greet you.

"I'm so busy so late, I really trouble all the envoys. Come on, please."

"No, no, now it's Your Excellency the Grand Duke's turn, but I kept you waiting for a long time."

He said that, but the unicorn didn't refuse, and followed the Grand Duke into their defenseless mansion.

"Where does it come from, the care from the noble royal family, no matter when you receive it, it will make you feel like a spring breeze."

The Grand Duke was still smiling, but the unicorn had already dug out the list at his waist, passed over the names marked with red crosses, counted to the position of the Grand Duke, closed the list after confirmation, and showed a benevolent smile:

"Haha, you're welcome, Grand Duke, I checked the list, and you are on the list. There will be no next time for you."

The Grand Duke was taken aback, and asked a question that made the unicorn tired of hearing it tonight:

"What list?"

The unicorn drew its blade.

"The anti-counterfeiting list."

........

The next day, Londinium Morning Post.

The heinous rebels of the Duke of Normandy launched suicide attacks across Victoria last night. Several Dukes of Victoria and their families were involved in the violent death. The Aslan royal family promised to catch the murderer and punish him severely.

The mansion in the western suburbs was lit up early.

After finally settling accounts with those disgusting nobles, he let out a sigh of relief. Wayne happily raised his glass, clinked glasses with Ernest and Winster, and praised:

"The gangsters (rebels) fought, and the county magistrate (Duke) died suddenly. Can you figure out this trick, Marshal Ernest, high!"

Ernest hastily raised his cup and touched the bottom of Wayne's cup, then turned to look at the unicorn Winster, and praised:

"No no no, no matter how good

The plan still needs an executor, who can execute the plan so seamlessly without leaving any traces, Chief Patriarch Winster, be tough! "

Winston shook his head in shame, raised his glass to toast Wayne and said:

"It's nothing to me. It's an old craft that has been around for thousands of years. Practice makes perfect. It's better to say that after arranging all of this so that Victoria can cut off so many dead branches and leaves without hurting a single bit, His Highness Wayne It is the first achievement!"

The two looked at each other, nodded understandingly, raised their glasses to Wayne together and said:

"Your Highness Wayne, tall and hard!"

Drank the sake in the glass in one gulp.

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Lateran, Holy City, Papal Palace.

After a month, the cardinals gathered together again, with different expressions on their faces, and what they did was still Victoria.

The Pope personally participated in the meeting of cardinals this time. After all, this meeting was different from the previous ones. It was not about how to help Wayne, but whether he was still trustworthy.

After the pope on the high platform gently knocked his scepter on the ground to announce the start of the meeting, Archbishop Raymond in red was the first to express his opinion.

He took out today's newly arrived Rutland newspaper from his cuff, lined up with the Londinium morning newspaper sent back from Victoria by the trustee, and slapped it heavily on the table top of the cardinal's round table.The old face was ferocious, and even the halo on the top of the head was three points brighter, angrily said:

"This is a shameful betrayal! Wayne Bruce betrayed us!"

He pointed to the list of the crimes of the Duke of Normandy in the Londinium morning newspaper, one of which was related to fornicating the local Lateran church, sending helpless orphans to the church to become monks in exchange for the church's "favor fee" instead of according to the Victorian law sent to orphanages.

This is a disgraceful act of human trafficking, and its exposure will have an impact on Lateran and Victoria, but Wayne still chooses to publish it and conduct a public trial as one of the ten deadly crimes of the Duke of Normandy.

"This kind of thing, he should find a way to help us cover it, instead of letting him leak it or even publish it in the newspaper!"

Bishop Raymond clanked his voice, and kept his eyes fixed on Bishop Urbino sitting across from him.Obviously, it is false to scold Wayne, but it is true to criticize Urbino.

Urbino sneered when he saw this, and immediately looked at his nose and heart, and said casually:

"This is a ludicrous slander. Rutland has never done anything so shameless and indecent. This is the fault of the Local Church in neglecting divine guidance in the decaying environment of Victoria. I have petitioned His Holiness the Church and Excommunication by the clergy!"

Bishop Raymond was taken aback when he heard the words, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the Pope above the holy seat. The Pope nodded slightly, acknowledging that it was true.

Bishop Raymond gave up his plan against Urbino rather unwillingly, and said instead:

"Even so, Wayne has caused Rutland's reputation to suffer..."

"Latland's reputation was lost the instant the Reformation theses were published!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Urbino slammed the table and interrupted him with a loud voice.

The newly promoted cardinal looked haughty, looking down at Bishop Raymond in front of him, as if he was born to be so tall.

You're done targeting me, now it's my turn to fight back.

Urbino spread his hands, and said to the colleagues around him who were not looking well:

"I'm sure you all know that after the Reformation, the power of the Lateran Church has weakened a lot, but you may not have a clear figure, so let me tell you."

Urbino took out a statistical form from his cuff, and slowly read according to the data on it:

"Victoria, there were 96 churches and 33 existing churches. Ursas, there were 190 churches and 66 existing churches. Letania, there were [-] and [-] churches, and [-] existing churches. Yan, there used to be a church, and there is a church now.”

He took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"Our decline is real. Except for relying on our Iberia because of the ocean, the entire Lateran forces are showing a retreat in the whole land of Terra. Everyone, do you think we still have any credibility? "

"But that's no reason for Wayne to put this scandal in the papers either!"

Little Bishop Singed retorted.

"Is this really published by Wayne?"

Urbino replied,

"To be honest, when I went to Colombia some time ago, in the name of you, the respected Bishop Singed, I went to the gold-selling cave in Colombia and ordered a full-body service for the Volper girl..."

Singed's old face turned red, and he cursed loudly:

"I have never done such a thing! Urbino, you dare to do such a thing, it is blasphemy, we are at odds!"

Urbino waved his hand, with a teasing smile on his face, and comforted him:

"Calm down, calm down. Mr. Singed, I have been with His Majesty the Pope all this time. Where did I find the time to go to Colombia, thousands of miles away? I cite an example, just hope you can understand, a signature who It can be used fraudulently, but the effect is extraordinary. You see, what I just said, don’t you want to break with your friend, colleague, and devout Brother Urbino?”

"I am still in front of you. You can easily dispel the misunderstanding of me, but Wayne is thousands of miles away. If he is labeled as a traitor with only one signature of Wayne, then the misunderstanding will never be over again." A day to unravel."

"What's more, the writer of this report is one of Rutland's greatest enemies—reporter Joseph Pulitzer."

Urbino pointed to the inconspicuous signature on the lower right corner of the newspaper on the desktop, and said calmly.

Joseph Pulitzer, no one in the upper echelons of the church can forget that damn name.

Although he did not promote the religious reformation alone, it was his report titled "Justification by Faith" that pushed the entire religious reformation movement to a climax.If he hadn't written that goddamn eye-catching report that sprinkled the sparks of the Reformation on Terra, which was full of dry wood, the sport might have been confined to the country of Victoria by a reacting Rutland, It is far from being able to cause today's losses.

Joseph Pulitzer was Rutland's enemy, and Wayne was Rutland's friend. The credibility of an enemy who attached his friend's signature to an article unfavorable to Rutland is indeed doubtful.

Singed sat down again in a daze, his eyes narrowed slightly, obviously lost in thought.

Seeing this, Urbino was relieved.

In fact, why didn't he notice Wayne's abnormality?Based on what he knew about Wayne, he didn't look like the dandy Wayne when he made so many abnormal actions. He probably betrayed him.But so what if he knew it?In the entire Rutland, anyone can doubt Wayne's loyalty, but he can't!

He and Wayne are bound together, one prospers and one loses. His bishop position comes from finding a reliable ally of Wayne for Rutland in Victoria. The achievements made by Lateran, his wealth also comes from the commission of the financial aid provided by the Holy See to Wayne.

Wayne can betray him, but he can't betray Wayne anyway.Otherwise, let alone his ultimate goal: becoming a saint, I am afraid that all the power he has now will have to be handed over, and his life will be lost.

Who can give up power, who can despise life?

Unless one day he really cultivates the seven virtues, regards money, power, and even life as dung, and is inspired by the Lord.Otherwise he would have to carry this doubt all the way to the grave.

But at this moment, a cold female voice suddenly sounded out.

"Bishop Urbino, your eloquence is indeed superb, but the starting point of all your arguments is that Wayne Bruce did not betray Lateran. How about changing the angle?"

Urbino raised his head and looked in the direction of the Pope. Beside the Pope, a girl in a Sakota robe who obviously had eye-catching long wine red hair but had a very low sense of presence asked with a puzzled face. :

"As you said just now, you were able to resolve the misunderstanding with Bishop Singed because His Majesty guaranteed you, and this chain of suspicion can be broken. Otherwise, Bishop Singed would not believe it just based on your one-sided words. You may even send someone to Colombia to investigate."

She tapped her lips with her index finger, obviously she was standing beside His Majesty the Pope, she was supposed to be the purest saint, but she was naturally charming,

"Then, who can vouch for Wayne Bruce?"

Urbino's voice choked, he hesitated a bit and couldn't speak.

He never expected that it would be Her Majesty the Holy Maiden who refuted him in the end, and still used the same way of refutation as he did.He was not prepared for the next defense at all, and he fell into a dilemma for a while.

Seeing this, the saint shook her head slightly, turned sideways, bowed to the Pope who was sitting upright with an appreciative smile, and said:

"That being the case, following the principle of hearing is believing and seeing is believing, I also ask His Majesty the Pope to send a special investigation team to Victoria to contact Wayne. If he is a friend, he will just guarantee this. If he is enemy....."

Out of the corner of the saint's eyes, she glanced at Urbino with an ugly face, and said:

"Just get rid of it as soon as possible, he knows too many secrets of Rutland."

Urbino gritted his teeth.

Talking about getting rid of Wayne, it's easy to say, where does the current Rutland have the ability to assassinate a now famous Aslan royal family?

What they got rid of was not Venn at all, but Urbino. Once Venn was determined to be a traitor, Urbino must be to blame, and he might even be labeled as a spy together and handed over to the court to be burned at the stake.

But Urbino couldn't find an excuse to deny the saint's suggestion at the moment. After all, the suggestion was reasonable, and Urbino couldn't conjure up a guarantor out of thin air...

"I'm here to vouch for His Highness Wayne, Your Majesty."

Suddenly, the door of the meeting hall was pushed open, and the blue-haired fallen angel walked in with firm steps with his head upright.

"The Pope's special envoy, the plenipotentiary manager of Victoria's affairs, and the guard's cavalry envoy, Mostima, pay tribute to all the devout servants of God. I can vouch for the loyalty of Wayne Bruce."

Mostima paused every word, and said solemnly.

I can only help you here, Your Highness Wayne.

His thoughts went back to the night when he left Victoria, and Wayne returned the lock of waste time to Mostima, who insisted on leaving Victoria and traveling on the land of Terra, and the two made an agreement.

Three years later, we will meet again at Longmen, and I will hand over "all my remaining time" to you, and you will take me home!

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Time goes back to the first day of Wayne's return to Londinium.

She watched Wei Na cry until dawn in the office by the mayor, Arthur, and then she went back to work crying.Wayne couldn't help wiping the cold sweat off his forehead. Fortunately, fortunately, he was smart, so he gave up his picks early. Otherwise, let alone Mantela running around as a firefighter, he could drive from the office to the bedroom in a straight line. A fork is considered against the sky.

After waving goodbye and encouraging Wei Na who left with a sad face, Wei En turned around and looked at Miss Mostima who was sitting on the opposite side of the sofa.

Mostima put on a lady's tuxedo of the same style as Kelsey, and Wayne had to admit that beautiful girls like Mosttima and Kelsey who have more temperament than appearance (?) put on a suit Such handsome and slim-fitting clothing shows much more charm than wearing a youthful clothing like a Lolita dress.

This is probably the so-called complementarity, one plus one produces an effect far greater than two.

As if sensing the sight of Wayne, Mostima raised her head, her indigo eyes met Wayne's gaze, and there was still that inorganic smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she had no corresponding emotion at all. generally.

But Wayne knew that it was her in the past.

In the past, Mostima was a long-lived person, and it was a long-lived person with a longer lifespan than the Sakota clan, which was already a long-lived race.With the power of the black lock and white key, she locked her own time and gained a nearly eternal life.But great power has its price. Mostima, who is not a born long-lived person like Winster, relies on external force to achieve an infinite lifespan. In his heart, he is still a short-lived person with changeable emotions.

Then an accident happened. When a person without the self-control ability of a long-lived person bears the fate of a long-lived person, the ups and downs of emotions become a deadly poison.How many times Mastema has seen tragedy and been helpless, how many times he has been filled with joy and has no one to share it, how many times he has had to stand outside his friend's funeral and weep alone, or put the messenger's message on the tombstone. Journey narratives are heard by those who sleep forever.

The last time she poured her feelings into was a Sakota girl with wine-red hair, but the ending was still not happy. She who was unwilling to give up her feelings was like a dam holding back a flood. If it is not maintained, it will gradually collapse. When the emotional torrent of uncontrollable rampage once pointed the gun at the red-haired girl who was the captain, her fate was already doomed.

Since then, she no longer needs guns, companions, or feelings, just not to hurt more people, nor to hurt herself.

But that was her before.

The black lock and white key that served as the "dam" was taken away, and the long-lost emotions spewed out again. The longer they were suppressed, the more they accumulated. This time, Mastema's pouring out will be stronger than ever before. violent.

Looking at Mostima's slightly trembling shoulders and unstoppable erratic eyes under her inorganic smile, Wayne knew how turbulent her emotions were at the moment.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Ms. Mostima, do you have any questions?"

"Stop pretending?" Mostima pursed his lips and put away his smile. He tried his best to look expressionless, but he couldn't suppress his dissatisfied pout at all.