klisemfg Chapter 469 4 people
Chapter 469 4 people
The next day, Catherine was an hour late on purpose for the morning council meeting in the palace. When she opened the door, she saw many people who would not normally appear there.
"We need an explanation, Her Majesty Catherine!"
There were many more clergymen in white robes in the meeting hall today. They had come here in a rage, but after waiting here for a long time, most of the pent-up anger had dissipated. Compared with the princess yawning leisurely opposite them, they really looked like poor victims who came to petition.
"Sorry, uncle, I'm late." Catherine used her fingernails to wipe away the pearly light from the corners of her eyes, and greeted King George in front of her.
The king was not sitting in the seat at the top, feeling bored. He was standing by the fireplace, opening a bottle of wine that had been sealed for years with the help of a waiter. The cork on the bottle had rotted and could not be pulled out because it had not been opened for many years. King George was putting something like a pair of tongs into the fireplace, and when it was finally roasted red, the waiter hurriedly handed the bottle over.
The hot tongs clamped the slender neck of the wine bottle, and only needed to apply a little more force -
"Snapped."
The thin neck of the glass bottle broke with a sound, as fragile as a young girl's neck. The bottle of treasured wine was opened in a violent way, and the aroma of wine immediately filled the meeting hall. King George raised the corners of his mouth, in a very good mood.
"It's okay, dear. Your father and I were just as playful when we were your age." King George turned around and smiled gently at the Crown Prince.
"——Not to mention Tservini." The king casually handed the tongs in his hand to the waiter next to him, smiled and shook his head, "Girls, at this age, are even more... hehe."
He always liked to emphasize his gender. Catherine couldn't help but sneer in her heart. If he didn't say it, wouldn't these people realize that they were different from him?
She understood that she had invaded these people's territories time and time again, making them uncomfortable.
But today, when Catherine listened to King George's words, she just smiled shyly and sat down somewhere casually.
"I'm really sorry. I will pay attention to time next time." The princess began to comb her long hair with her hands. Her silver hair shone under the light like luxurious silk.
Bishop Quincy's eyelids twitched, and his anger grew stronger. He looked at the princess who showed no guilt at all, and said gloomily, "Please explain the conflict that occurred in the temple yesterday. Princess, why did Goletia's people appear here and fight with the Knights of Light? They injured--"
Catherine's expression became more and more pleased as he spoke. She leaned her elbows on the edge of the table and looked at Bishop Quincy with her bright gray eyes. This made Bishop Quincy doubt whether what he said pleased the crown prince, and his speech became slower and slower.
"Are there many injured?" Catherine asked curiously.
"...Not bad." Bishop Quincy felt as if he was showing off his achievements to the other party. After pondering for a long time, he squeezed out a vague answer.
An elderly priest behind him interrupted with dissatisfaction, "The point is not the number of casualties, the point is——"
"This is just a test, Your Excellency." Catherine adjusted her body and leaned back in her chair, seemingly not at all disturbed by the other party's accusations.
"You claimed that my guards are completely incapable of taking responsibility for the safety of the God-favored Ones on their long journey, and that they must be handed over to the Knights of Light." Catherine did not mention the church's delay and non-cooperation in deploying the Knights of Light. She just looked innocent and said, "This makes me very curious. Are the capabilities of the Knights of Light really so much greater than those of ordinary soldiers? So--"
Bishop Quincy saw the princess across the table gracefully raise her palm and then fold her thumb.
"Four persons, your Excellency."
Catherine smiled harmlessly, but all the white robes on the opposite side felt hurt by her smile when they heard her words.
"I only sent four people. They set out from the main gate of the temple, passed through the heavy guards of the Knights of Light, and finally successfully arrived at the training hall where the gods' favored ones were. The whole process only cost two people, so it took a lot of time..."
The princess raised her head and looked at the ceiling, as if she was calculating the time carefully.
"……enough!"
This is simply a humiliation! Bishop Quincy gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed: "But you, you secretly stationed troops——"
"Soldiers?!" The princess screamed exaggeratedly, "They are just a few of my classmates who are willing to cooperate with my play. God of Light, how can I bear such a serious crime? Or do you think four people are an army? If the escort team is this size, I don't have any objection. Maybe we can set off faster, don't you think so, uncle?"
Catherine looked at King George, but he just smiled kindly and did not respond. He seemed to be extremely interested in the sobering-up procedure at the moment, and his eyes were focused on the work of the servants.
"…That is an old rule and cannot be changed." Bishop Quincy gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.
The princess just looked at His Majesty the King, and saw him stretch out his wrist and pour a little salt on it. The servant immediately took a fresh lemon and squeezed it in place of the salt, and then handed him the wine glass. King George lowered his head and sipped the lemon juice mixed with salt on his wrist, and then drank the wine in the glass.
This is a traditional way of drinking spirits, which can add some special flavor to the drinks. However, after Shelley Distillery launched a new flavor every quarter to seize the market, this traditional way of drinking is no longer popular. But obviously, His Majesty the King prefers tradition.
"Oh, the old rules, yes, you always like the old rules..." Catherine finally withdrew her gaze from His Majesty the King and smiled again at Bishop Quincy and the white robes behind him.
"It was just a little joke, sir. I will be responsible for the injured Knight of Light."
The princess decided to quit while she was ahead. She clasped her hands together gracefully and said, "I just hope to sound the alarm for some knights who enjoy the empire's tribute but indulge in pleasure. How can such a team defend the country and His Majesty the King? I have only been in the temple for a few days, and I have discovered such an astonishing loophole. If I had stayed for a few more days——"
When Her Royal Highness the Princess stood up, she couldn't help but look at King George's back, and her gray eyes turned into vertical pupils at this moment.
"——I don't know what we can find."
Catherine retracted her gaze and said, "Let's talk about the reorganization of the Knights of Light, Your Excellency the Bishop."