(I am very grateful for the support of new and old friends. The homepage of the signing list is right in front of me. I hope everyone will vote for me. Log in to the member account and click, collect it, so that we can enter the homepage today!) Xu Fumeng is not in a good mood at this moment. His education in his previous life, and his children from poor families in his previous life, and he has not been bullied a lot in his studies. Naturally, he will not sit idly by now. For him, killing a viscount, and in the name of God, who dares to say anything? Don’t say that you are the duke, but you are the prince? Xu Fumeng is the person sitting on the third seat in the world, and he is fearless.

Take out the key with a hexagonal star engraved from your arms, hold it tightly in your hand, your face turned gloomy, and slowly come to the door.

There is no guard here, no formation, only a bronze door, which looks a bit old, but it can be seen that there are still people entering and leaving, and the other parts of the door are very dirty, but the handle part is indeed clean. Is it not restricting the freedom of the people inside? What is the point of this?

Xu Fumeng thought at first that the nobles who had made the mistake were imprisoned here, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Xu Fumeng took out the key, but found that the bronze door was completely locked and opened as soon as he pushed it. How could the safety measures be so poor?

With a hint of doubt, I walked into it. It was a small yard. An old man was tidying up the flowers and plants in the yard. They were all relatively beautiful but not expensive plants. The old man's hair was gray, but he looked in good spirits. When he heard someone coming in, he didn't raise his head. He was taking care of a purple unknown flower, taking out a small shovel, loosening the soil slightly, and then he began to fiddle with other flowers and plants. The old man was wearing a gray dress, with some soil on the hem of the clothes, and the black cloth shoes were even muddy, which looked like an ordinary flower farmer.

Xu Fumeng stood aside without saying anything, and the flower farmer ignored it, so he left Holy Son of Black aside.

After a long time, the flower farmer got up and drank a sip of water, looked at Xu Fumeng twice. His simple robe did not look like a nobleman, but his temperament would not be greatly reduced because of his clothes. The flower farmer said, "Boy, sit down and drink a sip of water." After that, he poured Xu Fumeng a glass of water.

Xu Fumeng naturally didn't mind, nor was he afraid that the mud on the cup was caused by the flower farmers' touch. The flower farmers looked at each other slightly and asked, "Boy, what's the matter with me."

Xu Fumeng took a sip of water and said slowly: "It was Mr. Orlis who asked me to come to you."

The flower farmer stood up and ignored it, then fiddled with the flowers and plants, saying, "The old guy Oris really doesn't know how to calm down, but he hasn't seen him for several years."

Xu Fumeng communicated with the old flower farmer without saying a word. He was surprised in his heart that this old man did not feel arrogant. Could it be that Teacher Orlis made a mistake?

According to Teacher Oris, this person was a nobleman, so Xu Fumeng asked.

The old man seemed to have not communicated with others for a long time. When talking about his life, he didn't mind saying anything more, and said lightly: "I have no regrets in my life. I have played with the noblest women and the most beautiful women, as well as powerful nobles, and even clergy. I have killed them, and I have spent countless gold coins and endless power, and I have everything."

He spoke very calmly and did not say anything big, but he could imagine the glory of his life. Xu Fumeng was even more curious about the identity of the old man.

The old man continued, "Do you know the Countess of Lairens? When he was young, he was called the Rose in Saint Constantine, and he cried and shouted to spend the fun with me? And now Saint Napoleon's younger brother, the so-called strongest prince of the royal family, was also killed by me. Who told him to touch the woman who had slept with me? Speaking of which, I don't know the old thing myself, how many nobles in the imperial capital are my species."

Xu Fumeng had no words, and his brain began to think about what kind of person he was, thinking about the identity of this old flower farmer.

The old flower farmer said lightly: "Anyway, you should be a clergyman of the Holy See, and your status is not low. Why? Is it Olis's illegitimate son?"

Xu Fumeng didn't care about this rude joke, but just smiled and said, "I don't have parents, only godfathers."

The flower farmer nodded, then looked back on his life and said, "Let's talk about it, there are still some regrets in this life. Boy, what I hate most in my life is the clergyman. He keeps God all day long, and may think of something dirty in his heart. This archbishop actually has several illegitimate children in private. The archbishop has more money than the imperial minister of finance, and the bishop even likes boys."

Xu Fumeng's face was not very good, but he did not interrupt the flower farmer's words. The flower farmer continued: "I originally wanted to go to the Shenshu Guild in the last few years. When I was a god butcher, I would do everything I wanted to do in my life, but I had a good relationship with that old guy Oris, so I simply stopped going. Oris asked me to plant flowers in multiple ways. It was indeed a little quieter, so I would enjoy my old age here."

Xu Fumeng felt that the old man seemed to have painted a prison, and finally realized his identity in his heart. If nothing unexpected happened, he was the prince who seized the throne with His Majesty the previous emperor. Later, he gave up the throne because of his beloved woman, the mother of the current Saint Napoleon. Speaking of which, there were also messages among the people saying that His Majesty the Emperor was actually the son of this prince. Xu Fumeng has never caught a cold about the matter in the palace.

The flower farmer, also known as the prince, was named Green Napoleon, a legend before the empire, and even dared to insult the archbishop of the Cardinal.

After talking for a long time, Xu Fumeng said goodbye.

The old man said lightly: "Boy, it's pretty good. It's different from those clergy who wear masks all day long. What's the name?"

"Blake Reinhardt." Xu Fumeng said. He knew that the old man must know him and his identity.

The old man said, "Oh, now the Holy Son, the old man is going to have dinner, you go."

Xu Fumeng walked out of the door and rubbed his eyebrows. Indeed, there was no arrogance in the old man's words, and he was very prejudiced to the clergy. However, after knowing his identity, he would just ask himself to leave. This arrogance has already penetrated into his bones.

Xu Fumeng suddenly remembered what Teacher Oris said to him before, perhaps this class was about telling himself.

As the sun sets, Xu Fumeng's shadow was slowly stretched out. He walked slowly, thinking about Teacher Oris's words. At the same time, he became more and more curious about what was inside the last door. These three doors were all very interesting.
Chapter completed!