Bottom-snatching salary.

The undead in the interplanet rolled up his lips and tapped the table with the tip of his fingers. He sounded like a lazy bird pecking rice grains all the time. I have to say that the Holy See was very clever. They didn't even come forward in person but launched the Knights Templar - a group that was difficult to control but had a great power and an unknown female heir to the throne. If everything goes well, Alix, who has no protection from the crown prince, is afraid that he would "disappear for no reason like some people."

"Or being "invited" and then the Inquisition got solid evidence from his body - when they sent the too crazy dark creature to the stake, her Majesty Maria, who was the king of Sardinia, and the Sallyeri family, would undoubtedly be abandoned by the fearful members of the new king to the throne and abandoned the state religion and restored the Old Testament... What a wonderful thing that would be - if it was not smooth, it would be just a little girl and a disgusting burden.

What a high profit investment of a whole country.

But what does this have to do with today's assassination?

There is a hidden motivation behind every crime. Who is the one who will be the one who will die in a bad way? There is no doubt that it is naturally the heir to the female throne of this Cassian system.

Alex's mouth slightly bent. Queen Maria may have adopted the same practices used by a ruler in history - but the latter created a fake assassination to try to get his opponent into a trap and destroy them in one fell swoop. Her Majesty of Sardinia was to protect her sons - no matter whether the person who tried to assassinate them was the unspoken after Carlos who had not yet appeared, there would be a shadow of displeasure in the hearts of the people. No one would hope that a person who did not care about family affection would become their king.

They may be able to delay their requests for a while in anticipation that the people's memory of the assassination gradually fades... But according to Alex's limited understanding, the "Pearl of Sardinia" in the eyes of the people, and Her Majesty the Queen is rarely prepared and fights without preparation, especially such an important thing... I believe that the deadly document has been in the hands of the respected Majesty.

It was just Maria; the two people in front of him did not expect anyone to take the opportunity to increase the weight tonight. If Alex had not insisted on her fellow Queen's death, it was almost certain. Then the suspicion would immediately fall on Alex's head and operate properly, at least it would have left him unrequited to the throne.

Then they can calmly help the second queen ascend to Sardinia's throne.

For those represented by Agnelli or those whom Agnelli represented, a little girl who had been wandering in a foreign country for a long time and had a pious faith and had little faith in the world and had almost no confidants, was really much more friendly than Her Majesty the Queen, who was so sharp, diligent, strong, decisive and deeply loved by the people.

****

At the same time, a small plane rumbled across the sky and landed in an unknown paradise. It had a time difference of nearly 7 hours from the Sardinian Naval Military Academy. The sky was already very bright. When Bishop Sli jumped off the small plane, the light around it had already seen the button pattern on his robe.

The cold air hits the face prompts the bright red robes to be tied.

Because he sat for too long, his legs were numb and he almost fell off the high pedal when he hurriedly climbed onto the snowmobile. Fortunately, there were two burly guards of the Holy See who came to pick him up. They had already arranged one person to prepare below. When the bishop's fat body had the idea of ​​worshiping the earth, the young man immediately used one shoulder and half of his chest, and with two arms, and pushed the noble Lord into the snowmobile carriage that was not as narrow as before for a second. "Be careful, hey. Dear Lord Landbishop."

"May the Saint Bless you." Bishop Sili made a blessing gesture in shock. That kind of sudden

Balance. Falling from mid-air, nowhere to climb the ground, the fear is still pressing against "I thank you so much just now." He said. "I'm not as fallen as I did 20 years ago."

"Don't worry." The young man replied: "The snow here is as soft as cotton wool. Even if you step on the ski and somersault on it, you don't have to worry about breaking your neck."

"I just hope it can drive the car faster." Bishop Sili said that he looked at the rows of black pine trees that were slowly swaying from his eyes: "This is not as fast as I can walk myself."

"That won't work-" said the young man bluntly: "You can't even think about leaving the snow if you go down, you have to freeze it three or four times to bear your weight."

The noble Bishop squirted from his nose and decided not to discuss the issue: "Where are you taking me?" They were getting further and further away from the small houses like black ginger sugar cakes inserted in white cream.

"As our Holy Father commanded, he will bring you to him as soon as he sees you," replied the young man.

"Where is another son? I don't think of the Holy Father we respect."

"Isn't it just there?" The young man pointed his long finger at a small black dot on the hillside in the distance.

****

The spokesperson of the respectable Saint Father Saint Sage surface happily waved his ski pole and stepped on beautiful skis. The snowboard flew over the blue-black rocks covered with soft white snow. It pressed quietly as if the baby was wrapped in thick swaddles, but it was actually hard to smash a head into pieces in an instant.

He fell into the slope below. His legs in the white wool vest had been bent like a conditioned reflex, but the remaining force still pushed him forward and then forward. The wind whistled the monotonous song next to his boundless cap. He felt hot all over, especially his ears. Although the nanny beside him put cold-proof ear cuffs on him countless times, he always got off the cable car like a naughty and cautious child and took them off and put them in his pocket - anyway, the nanny was absolutely unwilling to do this activity.

He likes to listen to the sound of the wind and all the natural sounds because the voice of the sage is also in it-he will listen to him as he has done in the past sixty-seven years.

When he saw Bishop Sili climbing over the snowmobile, he waved the ski pole and turned a graceful arc on an open ground to move closer to them - he knew if it was the servants of the servants (the pope claimed to be) that the snowmobile was much slower than usual - was it because the load was too strong?

After a while it finally hit the great Holy Father. Poor Bishop Sli climbed down from the high pedal with the help of two Holy See guards.

"Ah, my respectable Holy Father..." As soon as he saw His Majesty, our Bishop, came forward and bent down to kiss the platinum ring engraved with a cross mark on his hand.

"How is it? My dear child, my friend's things are not as good as you think?"

His Majesty asked gently, and it was too cold to bring the ski gloves he had just taken up here.

"Inheriting the will of the Saint-Practitioner-I rushed there without any time." He watched the Holy See's guards rumbling away the snow car and Bishop Sli said in despair: "I brought your order, but they had sent the document away--all the sign with the seal with the letter is a foregone conclusion and cannot be saved. Alas..." He shouted: "This is all due to my indecision and is my sin."

"..." His Majesty the Pope was silent: "Since you are adhering to the will of the Saint Philosopher... then treat this irreversible thing as the will of the Saint Philosopher..."

He looked up at the sky as if the prophecy of the sage was written on it.

War begins when you want to, but not ends when you are happy.
Chapter completed!