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Chapter 6 What should come will not come

That's it, completely ignoring Aurora's contemptuous gaze. Egil chatted and laughed at the banquet. He even invited Joan of Arc as a guest. He completely dressed Joan of Arc as a hostess - the clothes on his body were the same style that Egil gave her back then. It was exactly what Egil prepared a few days ago.

Of course it is amazing. To be honest, Joan of Arc's appearance should be about the same level as Artoria. In fact, it is not quite in line with the mainstream aesthetics of continental Europe - but Joan of Arc has two bonuses. The first is her saint's flag, which is much better than Artoria's always cold face. The second is that Joan of Arc has visually reached the C+ xiong section, which is much better than Artoria's flat panel. In addition, the law of people needing clothes and the makeup techniques of the palace women make Joan of Arc look like a white lily in bloom.

However, even so, for Egil's approach, the guests did not feel that Egil's actions were wrong. In this era, although under the mainstream of monogamy, all nobles have at least one lover, and some have developed to the point of public disclosure. They are similar to real couples, as if they are young and promising kings like Egil have no lover. This is simply incredible. Some people even doubt Egil's ability. Especially the Queen of Artoria seems to be unable to give birth. That is even more anxious. What if Egil dies? Isn't the Norman Kingdom extinct?

Oh, by the way, there is also Aurora. Looking at this pissing, Aurora might become Queen Norman. This is also because some people have tried their best to marry Aurora. But so far, no one has succeeded. All the noble men who proposed to the Great Princess were strongly despised by His Highness. There are many people who took poison for this. After all, not all men are as shameless as Egil, and can face contempt, especially the contempt of beautiful women.

So, when Egil announced in public that Joan of Arc, a respected and beloved girl who is respected and loved by God, would become a nun and use all the time to pray for the believers. Egil himself was moved by this. He wanted to build a cathedral in each of the four cities of Gothicburg, Normandy, London and St. Petersburg, and handed it over to Joan of Arc for management. Everyone's surprise can be imagined.

Although it is a very fashionable thing to say that "beep" nuns in this era, just like the Chinese "beep" Taoist nuns or nuns in the same period, it can make people feel a special spiritual pleasure. As someone said, the more sacred something is, the more defiled it is. It is a pity that the bearded men in the Islamic world will not have any religious horns appearing above absolute patriarchal power, which makes Muslims lose such benefits.

But Joan of Arc is a saint, a saint! Aren’t Egil afraid of being punished by God?! Forget the messy things before. I want to tell you that this girl is dressed up as a nun? Do you want to be in the church? You must be in the church? WTF, envy, jealous and hate.

In this way, Egil's behavior made people feel inappropriate. But the Holy See begged Egil, and other countries were either afraid of Egil, or they also asked him. So no one dared to object. Especially when Egil ran to the special envoy of the Pope, he asked with a smile: "Can the Holy See be a saint for me after this matter is over?"

The Pope's envoy was extremely embarrassed at the time, so he had to use the excuse to shirk: "Things of saints are usually rewards for ancient sages. As for the people who are present... this..."

That means that the title of saint is basically only for dead people to wear. Let’s talk about it after you die.

After all, the Holy See is not stupid. In other words, these charlatans who are suppose to God's name are smarter than ordinary people. Their professions are even more aware of the terribleness of faith. How troublesome will it be if a living saint appears. If that living saint is still a monarch with real power, then the priests will not have to play for a long time. So, no matter how Egil cancels it, the Pope's messenger will bite him to death. Resolutely, we must not let Egil be sacred.

"That's all." Egil shrugged. He himself understood how unreasonable the conditions he proposed were. Anyone with a normal IQ - no, even if he is a little stupid, as long as he is not a fool, he can understand the harm that such a force that unites politics and religion will bring to the Holy See after the emergence of such a force that combines politics and religion.

So, Egil didn't actually take this matter to heart. He just wanted to disrupt the envoy's thoughts and use it as a bargaining chip. That's all.

That's right, bargaining - just after the previous messenger left, the Pope was attacked by the Eastern Roman Empire again. This time it was not as simple as before. The Eastern Roman army, with a total of 20,000 people, besieged Rome, the capital of the Pope for nearly ten days, and finally retreated because of Milan and Venice's desperate efforts to send troops to aid. At this moment, the Pope was almost scared to death - this was different from before. Even if the Germans of the Holy Roman Empire broke through the Pope, they would only exiled the former Pope and then established a new Pope.

If the Eastern Roman Empire conquered the Papal Kingdom then...

Then there will be no pope. The Pope will be executed by the Eastern Roman Catholic Church on charges of heresy. The entire Vatican Catholic Church will be purged. Later, it will be incorporated into the empire, and the religious system will be transformed into Orthodox religion, and Patriarch Constantine sent a bishop to manage it.

The country was destroyed and the race was destroyed. This was how the Eastern Roman Empire dealt with these traitors who were treacherous.

So, this time Innocent III was really anxious. The envoy of the Stern Order - also his confidant bishop, asked him to ask Egil to send troops to provide assistance.

"He can do whatever he wants! As long as he is asked to rescue Rome, it doesn't matter even if he wants to be the emperor!!!"

At that time, Innocent III held the arm of the messenger, staring at him and lowered his voice. After that, the messenger looked at him again and found that his arm had been pinched for a whole circle.

"... Emperor? It's really a lot of money. But the Holy See is also confused. If he really promised an emperor to the Normans, then the electorates of the Holy Roman Empire would not have to lead troops to the Vatican immediately and eat the Holy See's see?" The messenger felt very funny. He felt that Innocent III was confused. However, after he met Egil, he realized that this person was really difficult to deal with.

"So, you, I have a bottle of wine that is quite old and tastes quite good, but I just don't know the name and year. Do you want to find a quiet place with me and sit down and taste it?" Egil saw that the guy opposite was about to cry, so he stopped bluffing. It was more important to talk about the serious matter. So he said such words.

The Pope's envoy then breathed a sigh of relief: "I can't ask for it."

"Wait for me a little bit." Egil gave Joan of Arc this way. Joan of Arc nodded to show his understanding. So Egil took the envoy and walked a few steps towards the side door of the banquet hall, turned his head and looked at Nemulis, who was named viscount and was tasting wine alone in the dark corner of Yin, who was no one. Seeing the spy leader nodding to him, indicating that everything was normal, and he breathed a sigh of relief after not finding the spy of the hostile forces. He called the Pope's envoy to open the side door, then turned around a few times, opened a small door, and then arrived at the place.

"Okay, you should have no worries now." Egil pulled over the chair and sat down, then reached out to take the iced wine handed over by the girl in a very large black maid outfit, and buried her whole body in the soft polar bear's cushion, and asked in the crackling red fire.

"A very good outfit." Of course, if you are anxious, there is indeed another girl with a sweet smile, a convex figure, and a very special dress. For this era, she is quite a rebellious maid outfit.

"If you like, I can give you one." Egil said as he drank wine.

The messenger was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Forget it. I am not young anymore. I am not as young as His Majesty, I can no longer play with it."

"Oh, that's a pity." Egil nodded, looking deeply regretful. Then he snapped his fingers. The maid bowed and walked out.

Speaking of which, although the messenger did not report his own family, it seems that he was between the age of forty and fifty. He was not the age of "can't play anymore". Moreover, even if he really couldn't play anymore, he wouldn't say that. The reason for rejection was that there was a saying that piaotian literature was spread all over the continent, beggars, craftsmen, serfs, even small bureaucrats, thieves, bandits and prostitutes. It was just that because of the advanced operation, not many people knew about it yet-but there were few rumors in the upper class of the countries that were catching up. Roman vests were the best in the world, not as good as a dagger behind Norman. The messenger was very smart. Naturally, he knew that some bribes could be accepted, while others would have killed others. That's why he politely rejected Egil.
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