Today's princess is still cute

"I was wondering if there's anything delicious nearby. I want to have a big meal." Cardinson replied casually with a smile.

Doris said seriously, "Gluttony is not encouraged in the doctrine, Your Majesty."

Cardinson said nothing, but just smiled and watched the ripples on the water.

PS: I won't do it anymore. No matter who says it, it's wrong. I'll start a book club when I have more words. I can't do anything well without experience. I'll just write books.

Chapter 102 Situation Moth Nobles

At around two o'clock in the morning, Cardinson got up from bed, went to the bathroom, and then went to the window, looking at the swaying shadows of the trees outside and the bright moon in the sky.

He now lives in Amber City in Sanna County, which is also the center of the first diocese in the south. It is a "romantic city" that emphasizes both commerce and culture. Many famous scholars and poets in the history of the empire have come from here. As a hub for trade connecting the south and the central regions, the tax revenue here is also the highest in the south, making it extremely rich.

Since they got off the boat three days ago and met Archbishop Mano, who was in charge of this diocese, they have been led all the way south, stopping here and there. This is the second city they have stopped in.

The inspection of the Son of God is a troublesome matter in itself. Even though Cardinson has been trying hard to keep everything simple, the staff of the local church cannot really let the Son of God suffer. Everything is arranged according to the highest and best configuration.

The room I am sleeping in now is the most spacious and comfortable one in the Amber Vatican. It is more than enough to accommodate thirty people. Although most of the decorations are handmade by the Vatican itself, the feeling of classic elegance cannot be erased.

Cardinson knew that they had good intentions. It was like a good friend coming to your house from afar, you would definitely treat him well. Besides, Cardinson was the Son of God, who wouldn't want to make friends with him?

Now the local people were too enthusiastic and Cardinson couldn't handle it. The knights and priests came up to toast him one by one, even if it was fruit wine with very low alcohol content, he couldn't drink it no matter how much he drank.

But looking at the enthusiastic smiles of those brothers and sisters, how could Cardinson bear to refuse.

Fortunately, there were no extravagant banquets, and the leaders were all fat and greasy. The church here would not be much different from the church in the imperial capital. Cardinson was worried at first that the local church lacked self-control, but later he realized that he was overthinking. In addition to his own high level of self-awareness, the priests of the inspection department kept an eye on them all year round, the parish leaders were replaced every three years, and various measures were taken to maintain the purity of the thousand-year church.

But the more this happened, the more worried Cardinson became about what he had thought of before - the popularity of the Holy See was too high. Rather than saying that many people believed in God, it would be better to say that they believed in the Holy See, which inherited God's orthodoxy.

Every year when disasters occurred, the grain, rice and flour sent by the Empire were never as much or of higher quality as those sent by the Vatican; when local unrest occurred, most people's first thought was to seek help from the kind-hearted knights of the Vatican, rather than the city's security team; when the people learned that the Son of God was entering the city, they spontaneously organized teams, holding flowers and fruits to welcome them, and the cheers lasted for a long time.

On the other hand, Earl Dick, who was stationed in the city lord's palace, only sent out a scattered ceremonial guard. The emperor could not be stupid enough to place a non-royalist noble in the center of the Vatican's diocese. The fact that Earl Burke's fiefdom nearby was surrounded in a semi-circular shape was enough to explain a lot of problems.

He did not believe that the Pope did not know, nor did he believe that the Emperor did not see.

This is a dead end. The empire cannot do without the Holy See, and the Holy See is also within the empire.

Cardinson scratched his head, thinking back to the plot twenty years later, and suddenly realized that the Holy See had already begun to decline at that time, after the second prince, who seemed to be a supernatural being, ascended the throne.

At first glance, everything seems calm, but in fact, there are waves everywhere.

Cardinson closed the window gently, turned around and lay back on the bed. He still had a long way to go to protect the one he loved.

"Your Majesty, are you really not going to stay for two more days?"

The next day, at the gate of Amber City, Archbishop Mano held Cardinson's hand and refused to let go.

Cardinson declined, "My schedule is quite tight this time. Mr. Mano, we will meet again when you return to the capital to take up your post at the end of the year."

Archbishop Mano really couldn't bear to part with Cardinson.

There is a saint in the city, and the nearby believers who have nothing to do every day want to go to the church to see if they can get some of God's glory. The worship meetings that have been stagnant for a long time have many new faces. In addition, the saint himself is a dazzling existence. As long as he walks around the street, those noble girls will donate money to the church like crazy.

Really, Archbishop Mano had never seen such a noble stuffing huge amounts of gold coins into a box just to see the Son of God. The Vatican only consumed the power of a few priests, because several girls fainted at the first sight of the Son of God, and only recovered after a requiem.

Archbishop Mano, who had no idea what star-chasers were, wished that the Son of God would stay in the Amber City forever.

Cardinson declined again and again, but finally left under the reluctant gazes of a group of people from the Amber City Church.

The people who came to inspect not only did not cause any trouble, but also generated some revenue. Who wouldn’t like that?

Even the City Lord's Mansion, which had never appeared in front of Cardinson, sent people to deliver gifts. Most of them were worthless things because they knew that Cardinson would definitely not accept expensive gifts.

During the time that the Son of God stayed there, the knights under his command were not idle. They walked through the streets and alleys, focusing on catching those guys who committed crimes and bullied others. They first sent them to the security team and then sent priests to give them education classes. The already good security in Amber City is now even better.

The people who came to patrol not only did not cause any trouble, but also maintained public order. Who wouldn't like that?

The next destination is Viscount Cowell's territory.

There was no church there, but upon hearing the news, Viscount Cowell vacated most of his castle and left it exclusively for Cardinson to live in. He also sent an undisguised letter stating that if His Majesty the Son of God required it, he would immediately agree to build a church on the territory, and that his territory could be included in the scope of the Vatican diocese.

It was extremely enthusiastic and explicit, but it also met the ideas of those nobles who wanted to accumulate more wealth. Anyway, their titles could not be promoted without war. If they were to contact the Holy See, and were the Holy Son second only to the Pope, with the convenience and support of the Holy See, what could I not do? There were many people who wanted to pay their respects but had no chance!

Viscount Cowell had a good idea. Before, people from the Holy See had approached him to ask for a church to be built, but he had been decisively rejected because such an isolated church was unnecessary to him and would only reduce the blind obedience of the people in the territory. There were quite a few such "closed faith" territories in the Blue Empire, so the Holy See adopted the method of dividing the territory into dioceses.

It’s different now. Hey, Son of God, do you know what the concept of Son of God is?

Cowell awaited the coming of the Son of God with great joy, like a moth longing for a light.

On September 1180, 9 of the Blue Calendar, the Son of God Cardinson arrived in the Territory of Cowell.

Viscount Cowell brought his best guards, wearing brand new robes and armor, and met Cardinson more than ten kilometers away from the castle.

"Respected, dear, His Majesty the Holy Son! On behalf of all the people of the Cowell family and all the people of this land, I warmly welcome you!"

As soon as Cardinson's team was about 200 meters away from him, Viscount Cowell marched forward with his long legs and his guards, who were already standing there sweating profusely, to meet them.

Unlike what one might imagine, Viscount Cowell has three-dimensional facial features and a slender figure. If it weren't for the shrill tone in his voice and the few gold teeth in his mouth that ruined his overall temperament, he could be considered a handsome man with a dignified appearance.

Cardinson smiled and extended his hand to him, saying, "Hello, Viscount Cowell, it's a pleasure to meet my friend in the south. I just hope that the interruption will not be a bother to you."

Viscount Cowell's eyes widened suddenly. He first shook Cardinson's hand, then let go and saluted exaggeratedly, shouting, "Please don't say that, Your Majesty! It is my greatest honor that you can come to my small viscountship. This is enough to be recorded in our family history. You can stay here as long as you want. I will definitely make you and your subordinates satisfied in every aspect!"

Some of the brothers in the Vatican behind him had already begun to frown, not quite understanding why the Son of God had to take a detour to come to this place and announced that he might stay there for quite a while.

It’s not that they think there is anything wrong with the Son of God, but they instinctively feel disgusted by Viscount Cowell, who is the “representative” of the emerging aristocracy that has emerged in the past few hundred years.

Does the Son of God have such a friend?

Stop making me laugh.

As Cardinson walked, he said, "Where will we stay later? Your Excellency, we have people and horses here, so we will take up a lot of space. I think it would be best if you could find us a place to set up a temporary camp."

"Your Majesty, I have two things to tell you. First, you can call me by my name, Eberon. Second, you and your men will live in my castle. Don't worry, I guarantee that everyone will have an empty, comfortable room! If you reject my kindness and build a temporary camp, how can I face my dead father? How can I be worthy of the friendship between our two families over the years!"

Viscount Cowell covered his face and pretended to be sad and about to cry, which gave Cardinson goosebumps.

That's not right, my grandfather told me that his old friend Turner, the father of the current Viscount Cowell, was a man of good character, warm-hearted, and behaved in the style of a classical aristocrat.

How come his son

Cardinson complained in his heart, but on the surface he still had to put on a satisfied expression and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Eberon."

Even though Cardinson was younger than him and didn't use honorifics when speaking, the word "Eberon" made Viscount Cowell's bones lighten, and he immediately led the way excitedly.

"Please! Please!"

Hobert was a little surprised, but his good manners made him keep his mouth shut. However, Cardinson turned his head and whispered to him, "This is the son of my grandfather's old friend. The sword in my hand was given to me by his family. I just happened to come here to deal with something. Do you remember the mine that Cowell mentioned in the newspaper some time ago? His Holiness the Pope thought those stones were a little strange, so he asked me to take a look."

The Templar Knight suddenly realized. He didn't want to care about how Viscount Koville got in touch with His Holiness the Son of God. He was more concerned about Cardinson's next words and whispered, "Is it something from underground?"

"Well, it's very likely." As a player who knows the plot of later generations, Cardinson naturally did not lie.

It’s a pity that I didn’t play this dungeon many times back then, because the materials needed for the knight route are rarely produced here, so I didn’t pay much attention to it and only have a general idea of the specific situation.

Doris frowned her cute little brows, feeling awkward watching Viscount Kosher being so attentive to His Majesty the Holy Son.

It was easy before in the city, after all, it was within the parish and there were many things that needed their attention.

But now?

What can you do in a noble's territory?

However, out of her admiration for Cardinson, Doris temporarily suppressed the doubts in her heart.

night.

A grand open-air banquet was held outside Viscount Cowell's castle.

To be honest, it was a testament to Viscount Koville's ability that he could shock these Vatican officials from the imperial capital who had seen all kinds of scenes.

He got a whole Highland bull from somewhere, roasted it and fixed it there with a rack, and then there were four long tables next to it, filled with all kinds of exquisite dishes.

The shock was not because of the food, but because of Viscount Cowell's extravagance.

A priest who was often in charge of purchasing estimated that this table of food, including the bronze-level Warcraft Highland Bull, would cost at least 2,000 gold coins.

How big is the territory of Cowell? Even with the output of the mine, the annual income is at most 250,000 gold coins, and expenses and various costs must be deducted.

If such banquets continued for a week, Viscount Cowell would have to use his savings to support them.

Moreover, once the expenditure becomes too high, Viscount Cowell will never cut down on his own food, clothing and daily expenses, but will intensify the taxation from the people.

Cardinson was naturally unwilling.

He went straight to Viscount Cowell and handed him a high-level light-attribute scroll made by Bach Ellis worth five thousand gold coins to offset the expenses here these days. He also said seriously that if he still ate such food the next day, he would have to leave.

Viscount Cowell was unwilling to accept the scroll no matter what, even though he didn't know how many scrolls like this Cardinson had on him. Even Rong Ke, who was extremely bad at refining scrolls, gritted his teeth and made him several, for fear that he was not strong enough and would not be able to escape if he met a master of the same level as Or.

In the end, they could only swear and swear that such a welcome banquet was a tradition in their place, and that they would keep everything simple the next day and would not put His Majesty the Holy Son in any difficult position.

Cardinson looked at the fearful Viscount Cowell and frowned slightly, thinking that he had to speed up what he was going to do.

Under the mines, go tonight!

Chapter 103 He said I was cute

"Your Majesty, for the sake of my father and your grandfather, please allow me to toast you again!"

Viscount Cowell, with a red face, held a glass of wine and shouted incoherently to Cardinson in front of him.

There was no need to persuade him, as Viscount Cowell always drank until the glass was empty. In the time it took Cardinson to drink only three glasses, he had already drunk three bottles.

I can drink quite a lot.

Cardinson smiled slightly, raised the glass in his hand, clinked it with his, took a sip himself, and then watched the other person drink it up in one gulp.

The Vatican prohibits excessive drinking, but it is not impossible to make adjustments. It's okay to drink a small amount, and you have to rely on self-discipline when you are outside. Don't be like Rong Ke, who drank too much and was put on the blacklist of the Inspectorate, where people would watch him even when he drank a tea.

Viscount Cowell seemed to be in a very good mood. He pulled at the collar of his shirt and said to Cardinson, "Your Majesty, you are really my lucky star. Just this morning, a new batch of gray flint was mined in my mine. Have you heard of this thing?"

"Of course I've heard of it. I also read the Imperial Daily every day." Cardinson nodded. He was just looking for an opportunity to talk to Viscount Cowell about this matter, but he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to bring up the topic.

"Ah, those grey, but cute little things with a red glow inside. Although the scholars in the imperial capital have not yet identified their main components, there is no doubt that this is a kind of ore that contains rich fire energy! The most common fire crystal ore now sells for 300 gold coins per kilogram after being refined. Even if my grey flint is not so pure, it can at least sell for 100 gold coins, right? Your Majesty, as long as you figure out how to use this grey flint, you will definitely make a lot of money!"

As Viscount Cowell spoke, he took out a small piece of gray flint from his coat pocket and handed it to Cardinson: "Your Majesty, would you like to take a look?"

Cardinson didn't take it because he knew what it was.

Those gray salamander poops.

A material that was rated as "useless" by the players, how many players among such a large player base were skilled in refining and researching it? Even if they tried every possible means, they could not erase the strange energy on the gray flint other than the fire attribute energy, so they had to give up.

The most valuable items in this dungeon are probably the bones of the gray fire lizard, and it also gives a little more experience points than in other dungeons.

Other than that, no more.

"Well, Eberon, there's no need to look at this. What I want to know more about now is, have any miners dug up something similar to bones in your current mine?"

"Bones? What bones? I haven't heard anyone mention it." Viscount Cowell looked confused.

Cardinson breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that no bones were dug up. If he started to find gray fire lizard bones in the soil in addition to gray flint, then he would be very close to the nest of those beasts.

"Nothing. Can I visit your mine tomorrow?" Cardinson didn't say much. He knew that Viscount Cowell would not listen to anything he said now.

It's like you dig out oil from under your house, but someone comes and tells you that it is the black mud of the Holy Grail and tells you to stop digging, would you believe it?

"Of course! You're most welcome!"

Viscount Cowell couldn't stop smiling. His original plan was to use the Vatican as one of the sales channels. As long as the goods were good enough, the Millennium Vatican would be able to take them all, and the price would definitely be much more reasonable than that of the Mage Tower.

Cardinson chatted with him for a while and then found an excuse to leave.

"What's wrong, the pearl of the Holy See? You don't look happy? Are you dissatisfied with the things here?"

He found Doris sitting in a corner, daydreaming.

Seeing the Son of God coming, Doris immediately showed a happy expression on her face. She waved her hand and said, "No, no, I just ate a little too much. Please sit alone for a while."

Cardinson glanced at the Vatican group who were happily chatting there, then turned around and said, "It's like this. Although it's a bit abrupt, I would like to ask you to do me a favor because you are the most suitable person here."

"Your Majesty, please tell me. Doris will definitely do it!" Doris' eyes suddenly lit up, and her slender legs wrapped in white stockings shook happily.

"Look, have you seen those Viscount's maids? You are young and cute, so it will be easier for you to talk to them. Go and ask if there has been any earthquake or temperature rise in the Viscount's territory recently."

Cardinson was still talking patiently, but Doris couldn't listen anymore.

Her mind is now filled with the word "cute".

lovely!

His Majesty the Holy Son said I was cute!

"Do you understand what I just said? Remember to report to me tomorrow." Cardinson noticed that her eyes were a little dull, and waved his hand in front of her.

"Ah! I heard it!" Doris shuddered and nodded quickly.