Chapter 560: Night Talk (Part One)
Jessie was the child of a family of Black-Cloth Shrine’s believers, and he demonstrated talent in cultivating holy power since a young age. Black-Cloth Shrine paid attention to him since he was four years old, and he was taught by elders in the shrine such as Batistuta and Totti. He was taught the code of the Black-Cloth Shrine, and he tightly measured his actions and words according to the code.
Therefore, you could say that Jessie was a person who held others to high standards, but his standards for himself was even higher.
Therefore, having a wild [God Favorite Child] like the King of Chambord to become the bishop of Black-Cloth Shrine was too much for him to take in at once. Even though people like Batistuta tried to open his mind, but he still couldn’t accept it that easily.
However, he had to listen to the orders of the elders.
Besides, the oracle stated that the [God Favorite Children] had the qualification of becoming bishops of the shrines. The only thing that confused Jessie was that why did the gods choose the King of Chambord, who never behaved according to the code of the Holy Church, as a [God Favorite Child].
To Jessie, the conflict in terms of beliefs felt worse than losing his life.
“The gods are never wrong. Perhaps my understanding of the code isn’t good enough. My path of cultivation is still long, and I might be able to grasp the truth by following Alexander His Majesty.”
As the young priest was still bothered by his thoughts, the warriors of Chambord such as Drogba and Pierce were swearing and insulting Andrew Arshavin, Zenit’s God of War who was being loved by the people in the empire.
“Humph! F*ck that man; he is only a con artist! If the five main battle legions were given to His Majesty, His Majesty would be able to conquer the Spartax Empire and the Eindhoven Empire easily. After all, there are 150,000 elite soldiers there!” Drogba said ferociously as he bit into the delicious roast boar leg in his hand. He was furious, and he was calling Arshavin names.
“You are right! Alexander His Majesty is able to stop for 70,000 elite soldiers of Jax for 40 days with a legion that is recently made. He even killed a powerful master called [Snow Mountain Hermit] and suppressed all the masters who were there for the Mythical Palace. Can he, the Crown Prince, do it?” the other tough man of Chambord, Pierce, also raised his voice and shouted.
“Humph! I heard that Crown Prince Arshavin let his subordinates handle the southwest battle zone, and he went back to the Capital; he is planning to use this victory momentum to fight for the throne with Dominguez His Highness. People are saying that he accused Alexander His Majesty of prolonging the war, ruling the Dual-Flags City like an emperor, killing nobles of Zenit, and secretly getting in touch with the enemies of Jax……” Torres said. After hearing all kinds of rumors recently, he who was usually calm couldn’t hold back as well.
“The Crown Prince is trying to fight with His Majesty clearly! Damn! What an ungrateful pig! If His Majesty didn’t save him on the peak of the east mountain at Chambord, he would have been killed by Paris……”
“I heard that the situation at St. Petersburg is a mess; almost all the nobles are supporting the Crown Prince. Under the planning of the Elder Princess, Arshavin is pretty much in control, and the Second Prince is in danger; he experienced quite a few assassination-attempts now already.
“Damn! This Elder Princess! What is she thinking? His Majesty treated her well, and she is helping Arshavin to fight Chambord?”
“Eh? The Elder Princess? She didn’t do anything……”
“What do you know? If the Elder Princess didn’t allow it, how could so many noble families jump out and accuse His Majesty of wrongdoings? Hehe, in my opinion, we should go back to St. Petersburg! With His Majesty’s strength, who could stop us? We shall kill all those nobles who dare to bully us! After that, we can see who else dares to accuse us!”
The discussion soon got out of hand, and all sorts of treasonous things were said.
At this moment, a person slowly walked by and dried coughed to get their attention.
After he got everyone’s attention, he stared at the few warriors of Chambord who said outrageous things and scolded, “Do you even know what you are talking about? If there are spies around, and what you said are passed back to the Imperial Knight Palace, all of you would be captured and hung in the black prison! Do you think that the situation is not chaotic enough? Don’t get His Majesty into more troubles!”
The person speaking was the strategist for Chambord, Old Aryang.
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