"Count Alonso wants to have an interview with you - separate."

When the sumptuous, luxurious and long dinner finally ended, Prince Morpheus kao and nearly Alex conveyed to him the invitation of Count Alonso, Anto, the child's godfather, Prince Morpheus would accompany him and act as a witness throughout the process-"I am the godfather of that child, and I swear in the name of the sage that it is my right and duty to ensure his health and joy." His Highness said nakedly in a friendly and intimate tone

: "I have met several times with Countess Rosalia Ferdinand Alonso. She is a gentle and devout woman. Count Alonso is also a good person. But young people always do reckless and indulgent things without restraint because of some wrong perception or strange thoughts. I sincerely hope that you will not be too strict. Although he and you do not have a blood relationship or family bond, at least they have a fate of in-laws."

His high-sounding words happened to be heard by Vigniel who came over him, so Odin's new king smiled without hesitation: "His Royal Highness, our respected prince, is right, Alex, he has very rich experience in this regard."

Since the divorce of Princess Wellington, a series of scandals have been frequently exposed in the Ross royal family. In recent years, the royal approval rating has dropped to less than 30. Prince Morpheus, who is responsible for the internal affairs of the royal family and the mouthpiece of the external party, is already worried about this - this is something that ordinary people can know. However, the obvious mockery and sarcasm like Vigneil still makes Prince Morpheus, who seems to be smiling forever, pale. He stiffly looks to Odin's new king with a forced smile.

He bent over slightly, and what else could he do besides trying to pull the topic away as cleverly and quickly as possible - Odin's new king has always been famous for his social circles for his rudeness. Although he can also consider his identity and dignity, follow strict etiquette to restrain emotions and the resulting manifestations, once he feels that he does not need it, the young king will turn over all disguises like a hurricane falling from the sky without hesitation - whether it is his own or someone else's.

Fortunately, Vigneil did not continue this tit-for-tat attitude. He without saying a word, he slapped a thick arm under Alex's arm and pushed him away from Prince Morphis with his shoulders, as if His Highness of Ross was the source of the spread of a plague. His Highness of the Prince did not think it was offended to their backs, with a kind of artificial tolerance and understanding of the elders for their younger generations.

Only Alex and fewer people know where the real source of this rude behavior comes from. Since the previous year, Odin and Sardinia have actively cooperated in the fields of counter-terrorism, combating drug smuggling and combating crime. The seemingly meticulous network established by drug traffickers in southern Odin, at the Triangle Sea base, and on the marginal territory of Western Sardinia, the seemingly meticulous network was about to collapse in front of the powerful state machine, but Odin's drug dealings did not disappear as a result - instead became more rampant and chaotic after a brief stagnation.

At the northwest end, Odin, and the southeast end. The drug origin of Eliushin is far away, with a vast ocean between them. Apart from Sardinia, which stretches out the ocean like an arm, only the oval Ross can become a transit station. Ross and the West Six Federation have always been the largest market and secondary sales network center for drugs. Although the government has been constantly announcing that it will strengthen drug control and crackdowns, Ross' customs and police departments have been in a weak state since the beginning and end, and have never effectively cut off drug smuggling routes and smashed street drug trafficking gangs. When the country's drug proliferation reached its highest point, the price of a drug was even equivalent to a cup of hot milk coffee.

The current drugs are naturally more than this price. After Sardinia began to reject this dangerous white powder, the number and routes of drugs were shipped suddenly decreased. But the addicts would not decrease. The originally amazing profit had reached an astonishing height after rising day after day. Driven by such huge interests, Ross' drug trafficking group actually managed to bypass Sardinia and the dangerous triangular waters and directly contact the Eleutian Islands. With a stable and abundant supply of raw materials, the greedy criminal turned his attention to Odin again. How could Ross, who is increasingly saturated, be more than this pure virgin land with a large area and a large population?

The Ross government did take a certain measure in response to this - please forgive me, it was a bit slow. After all, the bureaucracy of this constitutional monarchy has a history of centuries. In the end, the relationship between the two countries was a drug trafficker with a nationality arrested in Odin. He stored 68 packets of nearly 2 pounds of high-purity heroin in his stomach sac. According to Ross' law, this carrying amount would only be sentenced to less than ten years in prison. However, Odin, who has always been sentenced to strict sentences, is enough to sentence three deaths. Of course, people cannot die three times, so the Odin government just rejected Ross' extradition request and simply gave this guy a deadly bullet within 24 hours after the trial.

The Ross government also responded very quickly - the news was officially confirmed. After confirmation, Ross expressed shock and disappointment and expressed "strong condemnation" and asked for an explanation - because the requests for forgiveness that they had made many times before did not receive approval from the new king Odin and the government.

In fact, they should feel very relieved. After all, the official documents issued by the Odin royal family and the government cannot be too far beyond the rules. Although the wording is harsh, it still leaves a lot of room for buffering. The documents submitted by the Sardinian intelligence department said in the document submitted to the Crown Prince that when Ambassador Ross asked His Majesty King Odin for this matter, His Majesty the King's answer was: "Get out!"

Alex felt that if Prince Morphis had not made a moderate gesture of giving in just now, he might have been fortunate to get the answer of King Odin's concise and shocking words - Vigneil was a frank, almost rude king, and this characteristic seemed to conflict with his position, but in the hearts of the Odin people he was a good king, just as Alex's seriousness was a representative of calmness and calmness in the minds of the Sardinian people, his generous and straightforwardness was regarded by the Odin people as a symbol of manhood.

More importantly, under the rough skin, there is a heart that is beating for the country and the people - he conveyed to Alex, an invitation to a "little" royal cocktail party hosted by Princess Sta, His Majesty Odin's Queen. The key is that she has entered the age of marriage. This matter can be completely handed over to Olga to convey, and the Lord of a country is willing to condescend to make an invitation to the event. One of the reasons is probably in the business of Dongjia. The sleeping wasteland has already been on track after going through the difficult initial stages. Whether it is the long-term prospects or the rich profits, it is very worth looking forward to - and Odin has a northland, empty, desolate, barren, and 70% of the land has never been opened.

When Alex returned to Prince Morpheus, the gray-white but still charming man was talking to a noble lady. It seemed that the conversation was much more pleasant than before. Prince Morpheus said goodbye to the beauty quietly, and when he walked out of the banquet hall with Alex one after another, his face still had an ambiguous sweet smile.

Their departure was to attract too many people's attention, because the 10-day blessing mass presided over by the Pope was about to begin, and the banquet hall was almost full of pious, least apparently devout believers, who rushed to the square under the protection of bodyguards and preservation personnel.

"It seems you can't attend this blessing mass," Alex said.

"May the saint bless," Prince Morphis replied sincerely: "Help others gain the favor of our Lord more than attending Mass."

Following Alex, Fuli bent his mouth in the darkness.

The place chosen by Anto was a little distance from the banquet hall. It was a small chapel standing on the hills, just like hundreds of chapels in the Holy Prophet. It was dark and cold. Only warm lights overflowed from the colorful copper strips inlaid glass. The saints made of glass were shining with light, as if they were suspended in the night sky.

The labor that had been following Alex firmly was left outside the church. Through the semi-open side door, he could see a man kneeling in front of the altar of the church with his back to Prince Morphis and Alex walking into the church.

The sacred choir became more melodious and softer with the accompaniment of the bass organ, and the lingering sounds lingered in the huge square embraced by the church and the corridor. This is human nostalgia and human sigh, for the lost Garden of Eden, the peace and joy that once had, and all the precious things that were lost.

Even if I couldn't see it, I knew that the Pope, wearing a golden crown, holding a scepter, and carrying a gorgeous sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial

A thin young man wandered not far away, wrapped in a headscarf, his clothes were loose and he wore a conspicuous silver bracelet. When the bodyguards walked towards him, he immediately shrank into the darkness.

A thief, among the people you see in the Holy Principal Kingdom, there are probably only thieves besides tourists, pilgrims, clergy and staff. Because of the particularity of the Holy Principal Kingdom, there are few vicious cases such as murder. Judicial authorities generally exempt such perpetrators from criminal punishment, but only impose administrative penalties and fines. Some people use this to ridicule the law enforcement officers of the Holy Principal Kingdom because the sage they believe in was crucified on the cross and they were only open to those who do this business. We don’t know whether this is the reason, but there are indeed thieves walking all over the ground in the Holy Principal Kingdom, and there are as many thieves as dogs.

Suddenly, the cheers thundered, and everyone stopped their movements and looked instinctively at the square. The densely packed people beside the altar shouted loudly, waving yellow and white handkerchiefs in their hands. From the hard work, they could only see an emerald green figure climbing to the altar, showing hope in the green, which means to look up to the Lord for a long time.

The people shouted excitedly very loudly, and there seemed to be only one sound in the world, but an unreasonable note mixed with it was captured in time by effort. He suddenly turned around, and his strength and abrupt movement almost made him fall down!

***

A minute ago, a few seconds after Alex walked into the church side by side with Prince Morpheus, the man kneeling in front of the altar stood up and turned around.

Count Anto de Alonso, wearing a black dress, wearing a buckle-style windbreaker outside, his hands into his pockets covered by the windbreaker. His dark blue eyes swept across Alex, and then Prince Morpheus, with some fine lines at the corners of his eyes and the muscles on his lips twitched uncontrollably, as if a man with a facial nerve paralyzed was trying his best to make a decent smile; his nose was bulging, his ears were tightly pressed against his head because his neck muscles became tense, his shoulders arched to both sides of his neck, slightly hunched back, and his feet were apart - this was not a reaction that joy or excitement would drive humans to make. He covered his true face of anger, jealousy and madness under the stiff smile, and they were ecstatic because of the appearance of Alex, and almost roared out of the restriction of his skin.

He didn't say anything, pulled out his pistol and shot the two of them.

Prince Morpheus shouted in pain and he was shot.

It was this sound that he had difficulty hearing. He grew up in Sardinia and was familiar with the sound of gunfire. He had heard it a lot when he was studying and starting a business in the 6th Federation of Western University - even at the most troublesome time, because it often affects life.

***

The spokesperson of the Saint on earth, the successor of the Lord of the disciples, the Supreme Priest, the Yuan of the Holy Priest, and the servants of the servants--the silver-white head, gentle and generous face, golden crown, holy belt, long white clothes, scepter, emerald green sacrifice embroidered with gold thread, his own emblem.

He looked at the people under the altar, and the people suddenly became silent, and the old man's voice was as bright and thick as the bells of the church.

"May the love of the Father, the protection of the wise, and the gift of the Holy Spirit be with you."

Everyone responded.

"Also with your soul."

***

Anto pulled the trigger again, and at the last moment, Alex was finally able to move.

He fell to the neatly arranged benches, and bullets penetrated his arms.

A very small amount of blood splattered on the bench. The wooden bench was like it was poured with "water regia" and it was rapidly eroding, and it continued to expand. Alex glanced at it, paused a little, and pulled out his pistol. When Anto avoided his counterattack, he broke the poor bench.

The undead's body was unprecedentedly heavy, and every feeling became extremely dull. He could not sense any thing outside by himself. The only thing he could rely on was training in Salieri and the army.

Move, run, dodge... The lich in the human body is like the player of the fixed organ with a height of 40 feet, 65oo ducts, 80 sound bolts, the player's fingers on the keyboard and toes on the pedal, but the organ enters through the airflow through the root of the whistle tube. When the airflow splits in the cavity of the whistle tube, it produces a sound. The whistle tube with a huge difference in length will cause the sound to be delayed for several seconds or even minutes. Therefore, the players of the large organ cannot adjust their strength, frequency and degree at any time like other instrument players. They can only complete their work according to their body's instinct and brain memory and judgment.

In a chaos, there is only one thing that is particularly distinct. Its power makes the ever calm and steady lich thrown into this trap without hesitation like a moth that is rushing to the fire.

...

Hope that nurtures "doom".

***

"I believe in the Almighty Father, the Creator of Heaven and Earth. I believe in the Only Son of the Father..."

"I believe in the forgiveness of sins. I believe in the resurrection of flesh. I believe in eternal life. Amen..."

***

While hearing the gunshots, Fei Li had already rushed into the church. There were four bodyguards from Sardinia. The bodyguards provided by the royal family of Ross were a beat slower. It was precisely because of this that the explosion in front of the church did not affect them at all.

The small bomb should have been placed on the icon on the top of the door post. It is not very powerful, but it is enough to destroy the door and limit the time for people to enter the church.

When they rushed into the church, they saw only the bloody Prince Morphis and an old priest who was lying in a mess.

His forehead was scratched by splashed pieces, and his warm blood blurred his vision. He wiped his face with his sleeve. Prince Morphis pointed to the back of the altar before he asked a question, "Where did I see them last..."

The side door leading to the whispering corridor was opened, and he reached into the inside of his coat with a hard time, grabbed the pistol, and ran over.

He ran out of the corridor with great difficulty. The exit led to the courtyard. The courtyard was quiet and there was no obvious mark. He listened with his ears, slowly walked to the front of the hedge, holding a pistol with his safety in one hand, and stretched out his hand to gently push away the black leaves. Below was a gentle slope full of leaves, and a silver belt of light flashed at the bottom of the dark valley.

That's a stream.

***

"The kind Father... in the face of political hostility, economic annexation, religious conflicts, and cultural differences, may we be able to resolve all troubles and achieve the mission of peace with God's strength, wisdom, courage, love and patience. We pray together."

***

No one noticed that the thief had quietly and desperately escaped.

He ran at least thousands of feet in one breath, hid in a half-abandoned underground tomb, then looked at the starlight through the cracks at the top, took out his phone and dialed a number, and then shouted inside: "Damn it! They've taken action, shot, and exploded!"

The other party hung up the phone immediately.

A minute or two later, two small black cars were running through the place where he was hiding.

The Western Sardinian family stretched out their hands in the darkness longer than people imagined. Although the special circumstances of the Holy Principality were difficult for other countries and organizations to infiltrate, no matter what, thieves were also a type of criminal.

***

"A kind Father, all good and beautiful belongs to you."

"Learn from each other, eliminate misunderstandings and hostility, deepen human friendship, and jointly create a heaven on earth. We pray together."

***

"My kids, I hope you guys know what they are doing."

The old priest knelt beside His Majesty, held his blood-stained hand and murmured.

"May your greed not destroy yourself."

His Highness groaned in pain, closed his eyes to cover up the indifference and coldness--before seeing Anto and his and Rosalia's children, he did not believe that a young upstart with a good future would do such a decisive and stupid thing. He betrayed not only his friends, his wife, but also his country and honor; and before Anto lifted his pistol, His Highness could hardly believe that although he knew that these two young men were standard enemies--he really shot the crown prince of Sardinia, and neither religious nor political asylum could save him, and no country or institution dared to extend a hand of protection to him, even Ross would not refuse Sardin's extradition - and he would have helped to expel the fire. Ross never mind doing the work of removing the fire from the underworld with a generous reward, but they would never let themselves and a murderer hang themselves on a beam.

This guy was completely crazy. His Highness sighed and thought that he had sealed his last retreat - it was really hard to understand. The young man had always performed well in the past two years, knowing how to endure, and can also show it, and most importantly, the superiors were willing to help him. Before the last moment came, he might not have been able to accumulate enough strength to fight with him. You must know that as early as a thousand years ago, the king of Sardinia could not have cut off the heads of the nobles.

There is no need for him to give up so early.

Of course, such actions are of great benefit to Ross. If Alex really dies, or as Anto said, is a disguised undead, then the only one who can inherit Sardinia is the children of Anto and Princess Rosalia, who regard him as his godfather.

According to the laws of the Holy Principality, he will be the guardian of the child - given that Ferdinand and Carlos' bloodline have been separated by more than 400 years.

When the child's biological father dies and is seriously ill, the godfather has the responsibility to raise and take care of the child; when the child's father cannot fulfill his duties of teaching the child, the godfather should teach the child instead of the biological father. When the child becomes confused after losing his biological father, the godfather has the responsibility to help and educate the child.

Of course, this will be a very long and tortuous process, but there is no foolproof or gain without effort in this world.

Under the care of real medical staff, he completely relaxed his body, put himself in a semi-cool and half-awake state, avoiding the painful nuisance.

He also had to think about his words carefully - whether out of justice or selfishness, there would be many chattering guys who would attack the most benefiting himself and the royal family of Ross, who had benefited the most from this matter, openly or secretly, but so what? This can only be said to be an unexpected tragedy - since they could believe that the new king of Danga would slaughter more than a dozen ministers alone in the study with guns and then commit suicide, as long as there were enough interests, it would be a threat, even Sphinx would be as stupid as a brainless baby for a moment.

People are always complacent about their "objectivity", "calmness" and "tolerance" - especially after gaining enough benefits, it becomes a pleasure to keep a certain distance to appreciate the tragedy in others, because they think they can avoid that kind of pain with their wisdom, strength, prestige, and superior status.

He wants to turn the ugly, monotonous, and naked crime into a wonderful story without any hidden threats and warnings, which will only make people surprised, sad, helpless, and even a little contempt and gloating. Lying and pretentiousness are the stupidest, but in fact there are no impeccable lies. All disguises will be completely brutal under the investigation of those who are interested, and instead make things worse - he just tells the truth and tells the truth that others can think and do according to his needs.

It's not difficult. For Morpheus.

——Molfes, the God of Sleep, is derived from ancient myths like Tantalus, but this name also represents another thing - people extract an organic compound with alkaline properties from raw opium solution - its medicinal effect is 10 times that of raw opium... It is named "morphine" after the God of Sleep.
To be continued...