Tan Xiangran accepted Egil's praise and Joan of Arc smiled implicitly. It seemed that although her resting in Nordic this year had not cured her illness, she had made her mood more peaceful.

Egil gently hugged her in his arms, as if he was holding the most exquisite porcelain, afraid that the movement would hurt her a little more severely.

"I look very much like you, Egil." Joan of Arc said so close to Egil's ear.

"So too, Joan of Arc, my love." Egil also approached Joan of Arc's ear and responded in this way.

In this way, the two of them were free to embrace each other in the bedroom of Joan of Arc's room, enjoying such a rare warm time. Of course, Joan of Arc has become very subtle recently, and Egil was also heartbroken that Joan of Arc had worked hard to come from afar, so both sides just hugged and did not develop to the next step. Until noon, both sides had lunch together. In the afternoon, Egil took Joan of Arc's hand and dated in the imperial garden. At night, they still had dinner together, and then there was a highly anticipated plot of having sex.

Of course, the young nun Maria also made a fuss for a while, clamoring to play with Joan of Arc, but she was soon subdued by Egil, tied a tortoise shell and stuffed the balls, found a clothes rack and hung it into the air.

That's it. Egil wants to live the two-person world for the time being in silence, so he doesn't want anyone to disturb him.

"You put down the guy who was hanging in the air and say this before you say such words!"

Of course, Aurora's opinions must be ignored from beginning to end.

On the next day, Egil wanted to continue to play with Joan of Arc in the Royal Museum. However, Joan of Arc showed that she was willing but not capable. After all, her old illness had not healed and had just traveled for a long distance for a while. Yesterday, she was a little exhausted after barely playing with Egil for a day.

Although Joan of Arc said nothing, Egil, a smart man, understood Joan of Arc's difficulties after thinking about it for a moment. So while blaming himself for not being careful enough, he exchanged an exquisite wheelchair for Joan of Arc from the system. Although Joan of Arc felt it was a bit embarrassing to sit on it like this and let Egil push her away. However, after Egil's semi-forced insistence, he finally reluctantly agreed. After a few days of adaptation, Joan of Arc also felt that this four-wheeled car was very convenient. It was very suitable for himself who could not walk for too long and could not ride a horse.

After a few days, after taking Joan of Arc to visit the entire giant palace in Krakow, he enjoyed his life and gave her the right to enter and exit the Royal Library at will, according to Joan of Arc's wishes, so that the young nun Maria would push Joan of Arc to read books and relieve her boredom every day. Egil then pulled out and began to solve other problems. The envoy of the Pope had been left for nearly half a month. Seeing that Christmas was coming, he could not even meet Egil, even if the envoy had a good temper.

"Emperor Norman is so arrogant! Does he think he can ignore the authority of the church?!"

Although he did not want to have any conflict with the Emperor of Norman, the messenger could not help but treat him in the end. He took the initiative to run to the diplomatic department of the Royal Advisory House of Norman to roar at Foreign Minister Foster.

"Quiet, be calm, Master Bishop..., Foster chuckled: "In fact, His Majesty the Emperor has already agreed to meet you. Just this afternoon, in His Majesty the Emperor's study room. Please prepare for your preparation." "Ah...oh...oh.

Are you so anxious?!" Hearing that Egil was about to see him, the bishop began to be a little scared. After all, the conditions of the Pope were very harsh, and Egil's cold attitude towards him these days made the bishop feel unsure.

"Or it is said that there is an internal jiān in the mission. The other party already knows the requirements of the Holy See, so he is so cold?" The bishop was able to get into this position, in addition to family support and luck, and he was also good at guessing half of it. Of course, due to limitations, it was so unscientific that he could not even think of it if he killed him.

However, half of this guess was enough. The bishop was so scared that he thought he would not have survived that day. Before meeting Egil, he used a small amount of time to write a letter to his sons. He told them that he had saved up some of the stolen money he had saved for so many years. At least he could not afford the Jewish goldsmiths who saved money there.

So, in this way, the bishop changed into a full dress, a gorgeous silk robe with gold thread embroidered on it, a ruby ​​crown inlaid with pure gold staff, a staff with pure gold, which made the guy look very glamorous.

In normal times, this bishop's outfit is quite capable of fooling many ordinary people who are ignorant and uninformed. But at this time, looking at the Emperor Norman who is wearing white casual clothes, wearing a small banquet crown and a noble temperament, the bishop has no confidence at all, and his knees are almost like to kneel down on the ground.

Of course, I finally held back.

Such actions were naturally taken in his eyes by Emperor Egil. Seeing his opponent so useless, Egil had no mood to play with him. After the bishop told Egil that the conditions of the Pope had known for a long time, Egil told him directly with an official attitude: "I agree to the punishment of the Holy See's court on Eastern Europe. The Holy See can freely send priests to Eastern Europe to preach and build a monastery. At the same time, I will also start to criticize the Orthodox belief of the local nobles and let them return to the right path as soon as possible."

"Ah, this," the bishop thought of everything, but he didn't expect Egil to say such words. He was a little stupid for a moment and looked at Egil straight, not knowing what to say.

"Of course. There are some inappropriate things here." Egil sighed softly: "Although I am the nominal lord of Eastern Europe, my control over this territory is not very strong. Now the entire Eastern Europe is thriving on the surface, but there is a surging tide inside.

The Orthodox beliefs of the Ross nobles were deeply rooted and could not be flattened overnight." Hearing Egil say this, the bishop thought to himself: What I said is similar to what I imagined.

So he readily agreed to Egil's reason for shirking responsibility: "Indeed, teaching the lamb of Mi is indeed a long way to go. We can accept setbacks and failures for a while.

As long as the final result is good, that's fine."

"That's right, that's right." Egil nodded with a chuckle, and then said, "Of course, another thing that needs to be paid attention to is that the various independent nomadic tribes in Eastern Europe have strong independent xing. To be honest, the empire's control over these people is not that strong. Therefore, these unscrupulous guys often attack travelers, merchants, missionaries and so on passing by their tribes. If the church wants to spread the gospel in this area of ​​Eastern Europe, these guys are also the objects of attention."

"This..." The bishop's heart broke out, and then he realized that such words were Egil's real means, such as horse bandits, nomads, etc., and it was not that Egil said there was, and there was no one. And that was the real horse bandit, or the Norman Cavalry in the skin of a horse bandit, it was also unknown...

The bishop was a little hesitant, and finally looked at Egil with a sarcastic smile on his lips, thinking to himself: Since this guy doesn't want to conflict with the church on the surface, then my personal safety should be fine... So, in terms of his attitude towards him, it should be okay to be a little tougher...

After understanding these things, the bishop became a little more courageous and his attitude towards Egil was not that good. You are indeed a rare handsome guy, but I am neither a woman nor a gay man, so why should I give in to you?!

Under such thoughts, the bishop's voice became louder: "Sometimes,

In order to spread the gospel, necessary sacrifices are inevitable. Those who sacrificed to spread the gospel of the Lord will inevitably ascend to heaven after their death. Of course, I think your Majesty will definitely not withdraw from these devout and brave priests. It is a good idea to send some equally devout Norman warriors to protect these priests. For you, who have tens of thousands of troops, it is also a very important thing. Do you think?"

"...It's really damn." Egil didn't expect that this guy could say such words. For a moment, he was speechless. Indeed, such a request seemed very reasonable. The possibility of sending some Norman soldiers to protect the missionaries was greatly reduced. The Normans would not even kill their own people, right? Even if they didn't kill their own people, the missionaries who stayed with them were dead, they had nothing to do. How can this matter be explained?

Egil laughed: "Of course, bishop, of course. I have always been very pious.

Very pious. He is also very enthusiastic about spreading the Gospel of God. In fact, this guide to pagans and heretics is for this purpose." Egil said as he said nothing but no one believed it, but the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and he could not hide it anyway.
Chapter completed!