RLAAQ - Chapter 30 < Bloody Beauty >
Refusing Love As A Queen
From the time when Congress is confirmed to be convened to the time when Congress is convened, a lot of preparation work is required - the Queen's writ must be sent out of the capital by courier, members of Congress must come from all over the country, and the clerks must draft relevant bills early, Not to mention the secret turbulent game.
In short, this period of time was enough for two strange "guests" to arrive from Cohemia Port.
"I bet that Dalton guy must be interested in Her Majesty the Queen."
A carriage drove into the city gate of Roland's capital, the curtain was lifted, and the window was opened by a slender but cloth-covered hand, that hand resting on the window lattice, dancing briskly, beating the familiar drumbeats of pirates.
"Is it...?"
A strange sound sounded as if a rusty gear was turning a clockwork.
Sitting on the left side of the carriage is a man with dark red hair. He wears a wide-brimmed black hat, his eyes are hidden under the shadow of the hat brim and wears a long black coat with brass buttons. People dressed like him usually appear in theater troupes as magicians. His lips were pressed tightly together as he answered by a clown puppet with a big smiley face sitting on his shoulder.
The first mate of the famous "Raven" pirate group in Kohemia Port is an adventurous businessman who calls himself a "magician".
A freak that makes the pirates' skin crawl.
And the "Raven" captain who allows such a freak to be the first mate is what Dalton considers to be a "psychopath."
"Ah - the knight in love -"
the lunatic captain prolonged his voice, imitating the tone of the bard, and then burst into laughter.
The sun shines into the carriage and shines on this guy. He is wearing a white shirt, with the collar loosely spread out casually, and a dark brown vest on the outside. His long legs are set up casually, with a sword hanging on his waist. With gauntlets winding up like vines. He changed into more normal clothes, but with just a glance, people could still see the unruly and unruly spirit unique to pirates.
Despite this, his healthy wheat-colored face was unexpected he is handsome, with black hair tied back on his head, leaving only a few strands scattered casually on his shoulders. His eyebrows are very dark, and his tail is slightly raised at an angle, piercing people's hearts. The dark brown eyes occasionally appear as bright as burning coals in the sunlight.
There is no doubt that he is the kind of villain that people love to hate.
The notorious captain of the Raven Pirates is not the one-eyed muscular man as rumored, nor is he a bearded child-eating man. His full name is Saran Del Rey, and he is a villain who spends his days in the company of strong drinks.
Also a complete psychopath.
Saran whistled briskly and mischievously, crumpled Dalton's letter into a small ball, threw it from the left like a colored ball in the hands of a clown, and caught it on the right.
"I have decided -"
A nasty smile appeared on Captain Raven's face. If this were at sea, the sailors who saw this smile would know that their captain was going to do some "passing time" tricks again.
"I'm going to see that beauty who enchanted that idiot Dalton."
"Aren't we... just... here... to see... her..."
The smiling clown on the magician's shoulder. The jaw opens and closes, making a slow sound.
Saran flipped his hand, the paper ball disappeared from his hand, and his long legs with boots retracted. He said happily.
"No, no, no, this is different. Before kneeling on the cushion to accept the olive branch from the Queen of the Empire, I have to see what kind of person she is - the nightingale of the tower? Or something. "
The magician finally raised his eyes. His dark green eyes were as deep as ancient wells in the shadows.
"Don't cause trouble, and if you do, don't... Please don't trouble me. "
As soon as the sound of the word appeared in the air, the carriage shook slightly.
It just passed the corner of the alley, and the person who was originally sitting in the carriage jumped out of the window with lightness and agility at this moment. Saran rolled in the dust, then quickly stood up. He swung out his grappling hook and stretched like a cheetah suddenly awakening from its resting state.
In a few breaths, he climbed up the stone wall and disappeared from the magician's sight.
The clown puppet on the magician's shoulder closed its mouth.
***
Saran Del Rey, the current leader of the Raven Pirates, has a wanted bounty of up to 20,000 gold coins.
But at this moment, he was walking swaggeringly through the heart of the Roland Empire. He was wearing special soft boots and running over the ridges like a low-circling raven. The wind blew Saran's unbuttoned brown vest, and they spread out at his sides like wings in the wind. He skillfully threw out his eagle-like grappling hook, leaping from one building to another in a gap that was imperceptible to pedestrians. On a building.
More than once he had so brazenly broken into the Admiral's mansion and snatched the swords from the idiot's bedroom wall.
The accompanying sword is now hanging on his waist.
The idea of meeting Queen Roland who was willing to cooperate with them in advance was just a random idea, but when it came about, it became particularly tempting.
Even the pirates at sea knew the rumor that the Queen was blessed by God.
In the daily jokes of the pirates, they also said that it would be great if they could steal the blessed queen from the tower - as a pirate, a guy who lives with storms, I really hope that I can be like the queen This way you can ride the storm.
Saran thought about this matter carefully with his own logic and felt a little moved.
That is the rumored Imperial Rose with an unparalleled appearance!
Isn't such a living divine protector more pleasing to the eye than a wooden figure on the bow of a ship?
"God save the Queen!"
He shouted cheerfully in the wind and disappeared into another tower before the passersby looked up.
The guards at the Summer Palace were Dalton's men, and they patrolled diligently, but there were always gaps between patrols. Saran seized these gaps and quickly entered the palace. However, the palace was so big that it was difficult to find where the Queen's room was.
Saran thought for a while and hid in a corridor.
An unlucky guard was hit hard on the back of the head as he passed by.
A few minutes later, a black-haired guard came out openly.
***
Adele, accompanied by Archbishop Rodri, walked through a long corridor.
As the Archbishop walked, he reported to the queen the specific situation of the property of the St. Lorraine monastery that had been confiscated some time ago.
He had personally read all the relevant documents before putting them together, and the more he read them, the more angry and regretful he became. As the Queen had pointed out before, the monastery of Saint-Lorraine had become a carrion of the Empire. If not for this great purge, it would have continued to erode.
"The real estate under the name of one hundred and thirteen monasteries totals 1,317 acres of land."
Archbishop Rodri said.
"The source of land for 75 of them is contrary to the empire's regulations on church land. Laws and some of them were 'purchased' from farmers."
Adele frowned slightly, listening to Archbishop Rodri's report.
As the oldest feudal class in the empire, the amount of land owned by the church has been expanding. She also knows that the way these monasteries expand their land may not be so "bright". But when you really put it all together, it’s hard not to get angry about it.
"What a bunch of dedicated Saints,"
She sneered.
Archbishop Rodri felt ashamed, but he still had to continue reporting.
"Some nobles hope to take back the land they gave to the monastery."
"Take it back?"
Adele laughed angrily,
"Okay, let them take it. Give me their head."
When she was angry, it was as if flames were beating in her rose-colored eyes, and the decisive murderous aura in her soft tone was frightening but also gave her a unique charm.
Archbishop Rodri looked away from her face, feeling in his heart that those people deserved to be thrown to the guillotine
While talking, they turned a corner and came face to face with a guard wearing a sword. When the guards saw them, they immediately stepped aside respectfully but did not bow their heads.
As they passed each other, the Archbishop glanced at the guard casually.
The next moment, his hidden sword suddenly slipped out and stabbed the guard's throat like lightning.
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