Chapter 670 The Sad Ambassador

Taking advantage of the next day's court meeting, Yorko asked the Lord of Dawn to attend. ? ≠

Probably because a peace treaty had just been concluded, the request was quickly approved, and two knights in exquisite armor welcomed him into the king's palace hall.

Two or three months ago, he had asked to see His Majesty many times, but in the end, there was no news. Now he hoped that His Majesty An Peiyin would ignore his request as he did in the past.

Unfortunately, the reality is always so unsatisfactory.

When entering the main hall, the court meeting was clearly coming to an end.

The young king was reclining on the throne chatting and laughing with his ministers. Seeing Yorko bowing his knees, Ampain sat upright, "No need to be too polite, I heard that you brought a letter from Roland Wimbledon ?”

"Yes, Your Majesty," Yorko replied bravely, "He congratulates you on your coronation, and hopes that the friendship between the two countries will last forever."

"That's a new way of saying it," Ampein Moya smiled. "Then, does he have any presents?"

"Uh, this...Of course," the ambassador said in a hurry, "the convoy delivering gifts is still on the way, and this letter was delivered by a fast horse transfer."

"I remember that when Wimbledon III was crowned, my father sent a team of 200 people to Graycastle. There were eleven carriages loaded with gifts. There were a lot of gold, fine wine, silk, and beauties. I don't know. I'm looking forward to what Roland's return gift will be this time."

There was a burst of echoing laughter among the officials.

Is there such a thing? Yorko couldn't help feeling a little parched, why didn't he mention the congratulatory gift in the letter? It's understandable that I don't know, but it doesn't mean that His Majesty Roland himself doesn't know either.

"Did he say anything else?" Ampain asked.

For a moment, Yorko even wanted to resign directly, but when he thought that the Lord of Dawn would be rejected by the nobles of the royal capital at most, if His Majesty Roland was disappointed, the ambassador might have to be replaced by someone else. I endured it for a long time.

"Your Majesty... uh... also hope that you will stop the persecution of witches and give them the treatment of free people," Yorko gritted his teeth, "otherwise, Graycastle will not turn a blind eye to such acts, and the church is the best example. "

After saying this, the hall fell silent for an instant.

The ambassador felt a fine sweat on his forehead.

"Roland Wimbledon really said that?" After a while, Amber Moore said, "Bring me the letter."

Immediately, a knight walked up to Yorko and grabbed the parchment scroll in his hand.

Even if he didn't dare to meet the Lord of Dawn's eyes, he could still hear that the other party's tone was a little bit colder.

Thinking of the condemnation and warnings that took up most of the letter, Yorko felt like crying on the spot.

Sure enough, Ampey threw it to the ground after reading it, "Is this the attitude of Greycastle towards its allies? Witches are innocent, so I must let them go? What nonsense!" The young king seemed to be unable to control himself Standing up from the throne, he said murderously, "Look at what those damned witches did to the Moya family, invaded the palace, slaughtered the guards, and threatened me with my father's life to obey the church! If it weren't for them Pouring poison on my father, he should be sitting here right now!"

But he's dead, you can take the throne, can't you? But Yorko only dared to say this in his stomach.

"Your Majesty, calm down, as far as I know...the witches trained by the church and other innocent people can't be generalized, just like ordinary people can be divided into—"

"Shut up!" An Peiyin yelled, "You have no idea how terrifying those people who have mastered the power of the devil are, and even the God Stone can't completely restrict them! Tell me, a group that is not bound by any rules, and How can it be possible to follow us? Dawn will only be more stable without the witch, I am responsible for my own people!"

It was no longer possible to reason, and when Yorko saw the flushed cheeks of the other party, he realized that his father had become a shadow in his heart—this guy was about the same age as Roland next year, but he was almost the same age as his old friend in the capital , and perhaps even worse.

Look at His Majesty Roland, he has transformed into a real superior after leaving the capital for only a year, and this guy has not yet escaped from his father's protection.

"I will write a letter to the King of Graycastle, telling him not to be tempted by those fallen ones - threatening Dawn for the devil's minions? It's ridiculous!" An Pain walked back and forth angrily, "Greycastle may be very powerful, But he must not forget, who gave him strength! Without the support of nobles from all over the world, could Roland transfer the army to Dawn? If he invaded the royal family's territory for this reason, he will definitely be treated in the same way in the future Those vassals. Not only will my subjects resist to the end, but the nobles of Graycastle will not continue to support him like they resisted the church!"

Uh... The old friend seems to have done that, Yorko thought to himself, although he doesn't know how His Majesty defeated the church, he still vaguely remembers that His Majesty didn't rely on the power of the nobles when he attacked the royal capital - at that time Few people in Graycastle are optimistic about the fourth prince of Wimbledon. And in the subsequent trial, the big nobles were almost wiped out, otherwise he would not have been able to get the position of ambassador.

In the end, just as Hill said, the furious Ampein Moya drove him out of the palace.

Fortunately, Yorko was a little relieved that although the other ministers looked surprised, none of them responded to the king, and the reaction was much better than he expected.

Of course, when they saw the letter that was thrown on the ground, it was inevitable that they would laugh behind their backs.

As soon as he returned to his residence, Otto Losi followed.

"His Majesty Roland really views this matter in this way?"

"Otherwise, I still can't lie to you," Yorko slumped on the bench weakly and said, "Why, are you here to laugh at me?"

"No... I just think that Amperin's new policy is really a little impulsive. He really wants to let the people of Chenxi live a stable life, but this method of hunting will make everyone panic."

"Then you should tell him."

"He can't listen to it..." Otto smiled wryly. "When it comes to witches, he seems to be a different person. But you can't blame him, if you also witnessed the changes that happened in the court—" Speaking of which, he bit his lip, "No, it's nothing. The death of His Majesty Moya has hit Ampain too hard. According to his age, he should have another five or six years before succeeding to the throne. Listen It is said that Wimbledon III was also killed by a witch of the church? In this regard, it would be great if he could be as steady as His Majesty Roland."

Yorko looked at Otto in surprise. Why did he feel that the other party was not the eldest son of Chenxi's three great families, but a noble from Graycastle? His Majesty Roland is really so prestigious that he can make the nobles of neighboring countries stand by his side?

"Anyway, I will find another opportunity to have a good talk with Ampain. Now even Earl Quinn can't listen to him very much."

After drinking tea, Otto got up and was about to leave when No. 76 suddenly ran into the room.

"My lord... the witch you auctioned is back!" 8