Dust of History: Royal capital (middle)

The new cardinal would naturally have to meet with His Majesty the Emperor, but Geffenhardt XVII has already gone on a southern tour. So this time, the Bishop will naturally not be able to see His Majesty the Emperor.

The emperor went on a tour when his beloved queen was ill. This was obviously not his own wish, but the unanimous intention of the great priest, the prime minister, and Captain Roland. If the young emperor had to personally face the complicated political issues brought about by the cardinal, he would undoubtedly be powerless. The inextricable relationship between those issues, let alone mishandling, even if it was a gaffe or a slip of the tongue It could be troublesome. A cardinal sent by His Majesty the Pope would not be easy to fool. So instead of staying here, it is better to go out and leave the Prime Minister and Rod Hart behind, so that they have more space to play to their fullest.

But it's not just the two of them. On the contrary, after meeting the cardinal, the two of them spoke little and looked a little weird. It was the priest Ryan who spoke first: "Master Jiawei is so You can gain the appreciation and trust of His Majesty the Pope at a young age, and the position of cardinal bestowed at this time is unique even in the history of the church. What a genius. From the perspective of this old man, whether you are a martial artist or a magician The reasons are indeed sublime.”

"Where, you're flattering yourself." The cardinal smiled faintly. Naturally, he could hear that this was a foreshadowing, and what he was going to say next was the real topic.

The great priest Ryan sighed. Said: "Speaking of which, we really have a problem recently. Her Majesty has been a little ill recently. It's a pity that my cultivation base of white magic is really shallow, and I can't do anything about your majesty's illness. So we have been waiting for the bishop. Your presence, with your profound and broad spells, will surely relieve Her Majesty the Queen from her illness."

Although both of them were a little out of control, when they heard what Priest Ryan said, both the Prime Minister and Rodhart couldn't help but feel a little unnatural at the same time. But neither of them spoke. Both of them felt a little uncomfortable using this incident as a means, but the most important thing was that they themselves had to admit that this was indeed a good way.

Her Majesty's illness can be said to be a major heart disease that plagues the entire upper echelons of the capital. Although it has already been treated by two white magic priests who are proficient in medical treatment, except for some strange fluctuations in the queen's body, there are no other obvious lesions, but the white magic that is absolutely beneficial and harmless to the human body It also caused her to have an uncomfortable reaction, and the therapists of the imperial physician and magic academy were called to discuss the research and there was no definite conclusion.

As long as the cardinal refuses, it will be a sign of weakness. But if the young cardinal shoots indiscriminately. To make Her Majesty's condition worse, that is an excellent excuse and excuse. It's just that the Prime Minister and Rod Hart would rather this kind of thing not happen.

The new cardinal frowned and asked, "I don't know what's wrong with Her Majesty the Queen? Even the priests of the Magic Academy can't help? As far as I know, the Magic Academy's attainments in body magic are already the best in the mainland..."

The great priest Ryan showed a strange expression that he didn't know whether he was happy or sad, and said: "Even we don't know what kind of disease it is, and we obviously don't see any disease on Her Majesty's body, and there is no virus in the body. However, Her Majesty the Queen has no energy and appetite, and does not eat. Moreover, Her Majesty's body seems to be a little bit repelled by our white magic. We checked the information and concluded that this is probably a very rare tumor. But These should not be a problem for the Bishop. Celeste is the holy place in the eyes of all light magicians, and the Bishop is a genius among them. White magic must be pure and profound, and it should not disappoint us."

Bishop Jia Wei frowned slightly and thought for a while, then smiled happily, nodded and replied: "Okay, then let me do my best to solve your majesty's problems."

Half a day later, Bishop Jiawei immediately arrived at the palace accompanied by the great priest, the prime minister, and Rod Hart, followed by several priests and priests.

Although the emperor was away, the sick queen still received the cardinal in the hall. Her face became paler and paler. Although he didn't look obviously thin, the powerless eyes looked even more desolate and haggard.

When seeing the young cardinal for the first time, Her Majesty the Queen also showed a look of extreme surprise. Then, when she heard that the cardinal would diagnose and treat him, she panicked a little. The look on his face said: "You don't need to work, Lord Bishop. Actually, I just need to rest..."

Reverend Ryan coughed twice and said, "Your Majesty, Bishop Jiawei came here on purpose. I'm afraid it's not good for you to refuse like this."

The queen looked at the prime minister and Rodhart, both of whom were a bit embarrassed and hesitant to speak, but they both nodded in the end.

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, the radiance of the Lord can sweep away all pain." The cardinal smiled brightly like the sun, and put his hand on Her Majesty's forehead. The queen flinched a little, but sat still and closed her eyes.

"The Lord takes pity on the world, shines on the world with incomparable brilliance, and removes everything..." Bishop Jiawei recited the prayer softly, with a slight white magic light shining from the palm of his hand.

The queen suddenly let out a soft snort, and her body trembled. Under the light of white magic, her face was as white as a piece of white paper that had been bleached repeatedly. Not only was it bloodless, but even the slightest vitality seemed to have disappeared.

"Huh?" Bishop Jiawei also withdrew his hand, with a look of surprise on his face.

Prime Minister Mrak and Rodhart both came forward with panicked faces at the same time. If it wasn't for Her Majesty the Queen, she was indeed sitting there, and the uncomfortable expression on her face was not too heavy. Just by the look on her face, they would have thought her already dead. Only Priest Ryan had an imperceptible smile on his face: "My lord, I'm afraid it's still..."

At this moment, Bishop Jiawei suddenly raised his hand.

His gaze was still on the queen, but the smile on his face was replaced by solemnity and thought. This expression was shown on his face, which was always smiling, and everyone could clearly feel the sudden bearing and aura, and everyone unconsciously stopped their movements with a gesture of his hand. action. The words of the great priest Ryan did not continue to look down. Prime Minister Mrak and Rodhart did not step forward either, all eyes were on him.

Bishop Jiawei raised his head and took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and placed his hands on Her Majesty's head again. This time it was no longer the hand that emitted the white magic light, but his entire body. Following his movement, the three people in the room all had an illusion, as if they were no longer individuals, but statues of gods with divine power, a calm and turbulent aura emanating from his expression. His body, his stance swept out.

Prime Minister Mrak and Rodhart originally wanted to speak up to stop them, but they unconsciously did not move under the majestic aura of the cardinal. It wasn't fear or any other emotion, but the composure and confidence with which he raised his hand just now made others completely believe in him.

"The Lord said that there is pain and darkness, but faith can make you feel the light..." As the prayer was read out from his mouth, the white magic light on Bishop Jiawei also It became brighter and brighter, and even his figure was submerged in it.

The light is getting brighter. Getting stronger and stronger, the hall was completely submerged by this holy light, and at the same time there was surging magic power gushing out. Anyone standing in this hall can feel the magic fluctuations like waves of washing and dyeing with their skin, and the dense vitality and holy light fills the hall. Even every breath of air inhaled seems to make the body feel alive and energetic, purifying all discomfort in the body.

The expressions of surprise on the faces of the three great priests became more and more serious, but what surprised them was not the strength of the cardinal's magic power. What surprised me was the way he used magic, which wasn't as peaceful as white magic should be.

A deep shout came from the dazzling white light, and at the same time, the light also reached a peak. In the strong light and magic fluctuations, everyone could feel that the hall seemed to shake a bit.

Not just the people in the hall. Even the priests and priests standing outside the temple could feel this strange vibration. But the hall itself didn't move, not even the teacups on the table swayed at all. This wasn't a power that actually existed, but an aura that could involve people's hearts and souls, a force field.

In the library of the Academy of Magic. An old priest who was buried in a book suddenly raised his head, gasped in surprise, and looked in the direction of the palace.

In the main hall, Bishop Jiawei was still standing there, but he had withdrawn his hand, and his clothes were soaked in sweat. Although the tired look on his face was heavy, that sunny smile appeared on his face again, and he smiled and looked at Her Majesty the Queen.

Her Majesty's eyes have been opened, and she is looking at the cardinal in front of her in horror. There was a rosy color on her face, and the vitality and energy seemed to return to him.

Everyone let out a low exclamation, the great priest was surprised, Prime Minister Mrak and Rodhart were surprised, and the maids beside them cheered.

"What's the matter? Old Tom?" In the library, several other young purchasing specialists and magic apprentices turned their heads to look at the old man who made the voice. They had been talking about the new cardinal just now. The status, demeanor, behavior, etc. that are about the same age as them, but completely incomparable, can evolve into countless topics of discussion.

The old pastor still looked around with a frown of surprise and uncertainty on his face, and gently wrinkled his nose and took a few breaths in the air.

"What happened?" several young people asked in surprise.

The old pastor looked at them, and said with widened eyes in surprise, "It seems that someone* farted."

Several young people booed suddenly, and one of them almost lost his footing and fell.

"Oh, hell, I knew the old man was going crazy again."

"Lord. Forgive the old man for his indiscretions in this hallowed place. I can testify that he didn't mean it. He's just out of his mind."

"God is above, are you really a priest? I can guarantee that if you are in Celeste, you must have been put on the stake."

"Are you a dog's nose? We didn't smell it when we stood so close to each other. Why did you smell it? You didn't let it go."

"Do you think we fart like you, regardless of occasion?"

The old man spat at the direction of these young people. Said: "I didn't say you guys let it go. You guys are not qualified to smell this fart." He immediately frowned and looked around, muttering thoughtfully: "Who the hell... it seems It's new..."

"Who is the new one? You can't mean the new bishop, right?" A magic apprentice said with a smile.

"Oh, Lord. You've been infected with madness by that old man."

"Hurry up and ask the bishop to heal him..." "But before that, I think we should heal our stomach first. The Lord said that we should have lunch at this time." Several young people laughed and left Now, only the old pastor sitting behind the administrator's counter is left in the huge library.

The old pastor closed the book and glanced in the direction of the palace. Lying in the chair, he slowly closed his eyes. In the empty library, he murmured to himself in a low voice: "Maybe it's really this kid..."

In the palace, seeing Her Majesty's obviously rosy face, everyone was excited.

"K...Your Majesty, are you alright?" Prime Minister Mrak blushed, but it was because of excitement. He was the first to step forward and grab the queen's hand, but was startled again. "But why are your hands still so cold?"

The queen nodded and smiled and said, "Sister, I'm fine. I'm in good spirits. Thank you, Bishop." Although her spirit was indeed much better, this smile seemed forced.

"Miss Mrak, please rest assured." Bishop Jiawei also smiled at the Prime Minister, and his smile was like a spring breeze and rain. "Your Majesty has just recovered from a serious illness, but his confidence is still very weak. As long as you eat something and take a good rest, you will be fully recovered soon."

"It's really great. Your Majesty. You can eat something now." The joy on Rodhart's face was by no means feigned, and he cared more about it than anyone else. queen body. But the queen just glanced at him, and the worry in her eyes mixed with something else made him startled.

"Her Majesty Bishop's white magic is really extraordinary. It has made countless doctors and priests' helpless illnesses go away in his hands, which is really admirable. It is also a great joy for Her Majesty's illness to be cured. "The great priest Ryan let out a loud voice, even though the words were praises. But there was no joy in it. He didn't expect that this strange disease that made everyone helpless would actually be cured by this young man. This time, not only did he not give him a warning, but it seemed that he had a lot of capital to succeed.

"Miss Mrak, I'm tired, I think I need to take a rest now." Bishop Jiawei turned to the Prime Minister and said. "Your Majesty's body is still very weak. You also need to cultivate quietly, and you can't be disturbed for the time being."

"I see. Magic has already prepared a resting place for the adults, and Priest Ryan will take you there immediately." Prime Minister Mrak ordered several maids to arrange for the queen to rest.

"That's right, Your Majesty." When he was leaving, Bishop Jiawei suddenly remembered something, and turned around to greet the queen. The smile on his face was still bright and bright, and even his words had the warmth of the sun: "Your Majesty, let me give you a piece of advice, eat what you need, don't force yourself."

It has been half a day since Bishop Jiawei went back to the Magic Academy, and night fell.

In the palace, under the rejuvenation of the cardinal, everyone can see that Her Majesty's complexion is much better, and her energy is much more energetic. She no longer lies on the couch and does not move. But he was so energetic that he even seemed a little strangely anxious.

"Your Majesty, the bishop has said that you must eat something to recover. These porridges are carefully prepared by the imperial chef..."

"Take it away, take it away, go away..." Her Majesty the Queen has indeed fully recovered ~IndoMTL.com~ Even her temper is bigger than before, and she seems to have returned to her rough temper when she was a girl. She kept walking back and forth in the dormitory, looking restlessly at the maid who was holding the porridge bowl.

"Your Majesty, are you not hungry? Do you want to eat something else? I can get it for you." The maid asked cautiously. She is more aware of the queen's habits. The queen's favorite food is not the food from the royal chef, but the odd snacks on the street outside.

"Hungry?" Her Majesty the Queen stopped, as if the word really moved her. She turned to look at the maid.

The queen stared at the maid, the blush on her face became heavier and her breathing became rougher.

The maid couldn't help taking a step back, she did see the appetite she wanted to see in the queen's eyes, but the light from those originally beautiful eyes made her vest feel cold again.

The queen came over, reached out and grabbed the maid's shoulder, her eyes fell on the maid's snow-white neck, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Suddenly the queen's body shook, and she almost retreated and pushed the maid out of the bedroom, and then closed the door with a bang. Her hysterical voice came from inside: "Who said I'm hungry, I'm not hungry at all, I'm not hungry..."