Chapter 4: Viper and Flower

"You should be fortunate that I didn't throw you on the torture frame instead of arrogantly asking me to do something for you." The archbishop whispered angrily, "Roland's temptress."
"Don't you see this hellish tragedy? The rebellion and Dalton are in a stalemate. Once the war starts, the jackal-like enemies will tear Roland into pieces, and the blood and fire will drown the bare feet until the bridles, and the skulls of the dead will be piled up. Holy Land..." Adele said quickly, "God loves the world, and He sent you to this world to save the world for him, not to do evil for him!"
"The reason for these disasters is because of you, a heresy woman who desecrated/blasphemed the throne."
"Whatever you think." Adele interrupted him, "But now, I am the one who wants to build a sword into a plow! I want you to send me a letter with Heinrich, both must be in the Yager Kingdom Negotiations before the arrival of the fleet—As for me, when everything subsides, you can use all your eloquence to send me into the fire. Let your God judge, who is the criminal!"
Her cheeks glowed with excitement, matching the rosy pupils. The light falling from the dome was dyed on her face, and the beauty of the iconography was the beauty of sadness and abandonment of everything, with a frightening and trembling magic.
"Go away, heresy."
The archbishop closed his eyes, as if trying to break free from this dazzling scene.
"Why?" Adele smiled contemptuously. "The way you'saints' treat heretics is to close your eyes and ears. You can't listen? Coward."
The archbishop did not answer, and reached out to push her away from him, but Adele got close to him first-she was holding his collar with one hand, and all the weight was on him. They were so close that the archbishop could clearly feel her warm and fast breathing.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
The queen ordered.
Maybe it was the devil who showed up at that moment, or maybe Salome's soul was lodged in her voice. The prophet thousands of years ago closed his eyes tightly and escaped the fate of being tempted. The archbishop tried his best to make himself a saint, but he was not sanctified after all-even though he felt regret at the moment he opened his eyes.
Adele did not give him a chance to close his eyes again.
His pupils dilated in an instant, and at that instant, he thought the queen was crazy-she was holding a diamond hairpin tightly, with the sharp metal tip facing her own carotid artery.
"Do you know what you are doing?!" the archbishop asked furiously.
Adele certainly knew what he was doing.
She chose the archbishop because he was the last person to be canonized in Roland's history. Although he is a stubborn Old Theocratic believer, he has tried his best to shelter refugees during the three decades of chaos, and countless people have received his help.
If Adele were to make a comparison, she would say that an Archbishop Rodrette who wished to throw her on the torture frame was better than a dozen loyal nobles to be discussed. At least, the character of the former is still guaranteed, and it retains a trace of pity for the poor.
"If you reject me," she said, "I will kill myself immediately."
In the face of the archbishop's sudden change, the queen laughed.
"I have a loyal maid, she is outside," Adele said viciously in a sweet tone, "Once I die, she will immediately bring people in-the queen resisted the strength of the old bishop. / Suicide with violence, do you think this scandal is enough to cause a catastrophic blow to the old gods? Will the new gods seize the opportunity to attack?"
"You..." the archbishop muttered to himself, "crazy woman!"
"No way." The queen said softly, "I have nothing...Anyway, there is no difference, right? The same will cause wars, and thousands of people, heretics, and believers will die because of your rejection. I Go to hell, you have to come and be my company."
She smiled, but the circles under her eyes slowly turned red.
The hot tears dripped down, leaving the archbishop's black monk's cloak with a small dark mark.
He was stiff and said nothing.
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Mrs. Kelly stood in the colonnade, maintaining a calm look.
Time is so hard every minute and every second, Dalton may return to the day house at any time. Mrs. Kelly silently recites the names of all the angels and all the saints she knows in her heart, begging them to protect her master. When the footsteps sounded, Mrs. Kelly's heart sank directly to the bottom.
"Where is Her Majesty?"
Dalton glanced away and did not see the queen in her vicinity.
"Her Majesty the Queen is praying." Mrs. Kelly said.
Dalton frowned: "I have something to see your Majesty."
"According to the doctrine, prayer must not be interrupted."
Mrs. Kelly never stepped back.
"Get out." Dalton's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he gestured to the nearest guard to come and take Mrs. Kelly away.
"What are you going to do to my maid? Sir."
Adele came from the other side of the colonnade. Like all devout believers, she wore a simple black long dress during prayer and did not bring any jewelry.
However, she is better than all the jewelry in the world.
"I just care about your safety." Dalton replied, approaching the queen and looking at her carefully.
The queen glanced at him, and then ordered Mrs. Kelly to prepare her own clothes. Mrs. Kelly curtseyed, then stepped back anxiously. Dalton didn't let anyone stop her anymore.
He was slender but with a gun cocoon on the corner of the queen's eyes: "You have cried, why?"
"My mother," Adele looked at the nearby rose garden, "she died in this castle, and people say her death was deserved."
"It's better." Dalton squinted slightly and looked at the church in the sun. The queen's expression was impeccable. He warned, "By the way, your brother-in-law is very concerned about your safety."
"How much does he bid?" Adele asked after hearing this.
Her sister married to the neighboring kingdom of Yage at the age of seventeen and died of illness. When she was crowned, King Jager was furious, thinking that Roland's throne should belong to his wife-that is, it belonged to him. In this rebellion, the speed at which he smelled the wind was like smelling a rotten hyena.
"Two hundred thousand gold coins." Dalton said, "and there are very few requirements."
"Whole or incomplete corpses are fine, right?" She asked with interest, "Anyone else bid?"
Dalton really quoted a few more prices: "One hundred twenty thousand plus one duke, one hundred fifty thousand lenta..."
"It's tempting," the queen commented.
"Yes, two hundred thousand gold coins are enough for the pope to sell a king." Dalton took a step forward, forcing the queen to lean on the carved stone pillar.
Once a poor king was ousted by his brother and sought the blessing of the Pope. His brother offered 200,000 yuan to buy his head from the Pope, who prepared a cup of poison that day. Seven days later, the king was placed in a copper box and delivered to his brother.
"I rejected the sky-high reward for you. You shouldn't do things you shouldn't do?" His tone was cold and dangerous.
Adele knew well that her act of arranging for Mrs. Kelly to meet in the colonnade still aroused Dalton's suspicion. Deliberately raising the prices offered by all parties is just a warning that he cannot find specific evidence. Once he discovers her plans, he will never give up.
Keen, suspicious, and cruel are synonymous with Dalton in the history books.
Facing Dalton's warning, Adele raised his eyebrows and grabbed the collar of Dalton's cloak.
When Dalton subconsciously reached out to draw his gun, the queen's lips were already covered.
Her lips still had a slight chill, but they soon became hot. Like a rose, like a fire, Dalton's breathing quickly became hurried. Although his political opponents spared no effort to discredit him and ridicule him as an incompetent weapon of war, he was a man after all.
An adult, sound, man.
The hand that touched the handle of the gun loosened and clasped the Queen's shoulder tightly. He quickly snatched the dominance. His fingers slipped from the corner of the queen's eyes to the back of her head, and plunged deeply into the bushy hair. Their kiss is like a fight, a fight, and what is contained in the ambiguity is the deadly danger like gunpowder and fire/drug.
When they were separated, the breathing of both parties was slightly rapid.
Some blood leaked from the corners of the queen's lips, and she looked at Dalton with her eyes, and stretched out her hand to press and wipe her painful lips. The blood was stained like rouge, gorgeous enough to stimulate all men's desire to conquer.
"If I did something," the queen smiled contemptuously, "that must be your problem."
Don’t you want to conquer Roland? And...conquer me.
On the night of the mutiny, the Queen's words under the candlelight overlapped with her contempt at the moment, and her almost unreasonable actions became justified.
Dalton laughed.
"Okay." He said in a compromise tone, "I am here this time to tell you that the fleet of the Yager Kingdom has set sail."
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Under the candlelight, Heinrich touched his fingertips and stared at the letter on the table.
The fire lacquer coat of arms on the envelope is clear. It comes from a seal of sword and rose he is familiar with. It is the queen's private seal. And the one who secretly delivered this letter to him was an ascetic monk from the Knights of the Temple.
This makes things weird.
As the most stubborn member of the Old Gods sect, the Knights of the Temple have always wanted to throw the queen on the torture. They help the queen, it is as incredible as angels and demons face dance.
After a moment of silence, Heinrich still put the letter on the candle, and after the lacquer melted slightly, he opened it with a paper knife. The handwriting familiar to the queen came into view, no different from before. But soon, Heinrich stood up, surprised as if he saw an originally harmless flower transformed into a sinister viper.
And the snake is hidden in this thin letter paper.
Adele Rowland, the student who was abandoned by him for retaining unnecessary tolerance, benevolence and justice, had such an amazing change after the mutiny
She betrayed Dalton Robert without mercy.
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The Roland Gold Coin of Chapter 2 has been sent~
It is still the top 300 little cuties in the comments that give red envelopes.
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