After Lulunaka left, Pário sat there alone. After a while, a cultivator came to his side and whispered in his ear.
After the cultivator finished speaking, he immediately left and didn't dare to stay for too long.
After Pário heard what the cultivator had to say, he continued to sit there. After a while, he got up and left.
He left the hall with the altar and walked towards the stairs, heading towards the upper level of the cathedral.
Pário's steps were large, steady, and rhythmic. It didn't take him too long to reach his destination.
On the way, the people who passed by him didn't pay attention to this middle-aged man. His appearance and dressing were too ordinary, so no one would pay attention to him.
He came to the door of a room and directly pushed the door open and walked in.
Inside sat an old man and two middle-aged men about the same age as him.
Moreover, the three of them were either sitting or standing, very scattered. It seemed that their relationship wasn't very good.
When the old man and the middle-aged man saw that it was Pário who pushed the door open, they all stood up and saluted Pário. "Your Majesty."
Pário closed the door, touched the bald spot on his head, and "pulled" the smooth scalp off.
After the scalp was pulled off, it wasn't bloody flesh that was exposed, but thick hair.
He wasn't a balding middle-aged man. He had a thick head of curly short hair, with a lot of white strands in his flaxen hair. It could be seen that he was indeed a hard worker.
Pário put the fake fur used for disguise on the table. "This thing makes my scalp very uncomfortable. If it wasn't for the cool weather, my hair would probably have grown fleas."
"Your Majesty, this is for your safety."
Notalas said to Pário, "In this city, there are still ignorant people who are dissatisfied with you."
"Not just this city, but this country."
Issil gave up the seat in front of the desk and stood aside. After Pário sat down, he said to Notalas, "If that's ignorant people, then does it include a lot of believers, monks, and priests?
Don't forget that Ghenos is standing among them. He has never reached out to me and never compromised. This seems to be the case. "
Speaking of this, Pário laughed self-deprecatingly. "Besides, this city is equivalent to my country."
No one responded. This didn't sound like a topic they could respond to — regardless of whether Pário was unhappy or not.
The three people present knew that the monarch didn't like to listen to flattery, and the truth would only make the atmosphere worse.
Before Pário came, the atmosphere in the small room was dangerous enough.
"I didn't see Ghenos. It seems that the matter of the alliance can continue to be put aside."
Pário said, "He doesn't like to turn the discussion into a secret meeting. This will make him look like he is seeking a compromise with us, or using this as a bargaining chip to get benefits from us."
"He is a stubborn old man who doesn't know what's good for him," Issil said.
Pário smiled. "But this also shows how much he loves his beliefs. He won't compromise at all, even if it's just for show."
"He's just stubborn and unwilling to be flexible."
Mullenin said, "Although I don't disagree with his ideas, it doesn't mean that I can condone his attitude … Your Majesty, you should have the same idea as me on this point."
Pário nodded. "Let's not talk about the alliance first. When the time comes, we'll let Issil and Ghenos argue among themselves and see who can persuade who … Issil, you shouldn't object to this point, right?" He turned to look at Issil, who was standing beside him.
Issil bowed slightly and nodded. "I'll try my best, Your Majesty."
"I hope you won't be driven out of this city instead."
Pário smiled. "He is the most stubborn person, but the believers around him are not much more tolerant than him.
If the conflict intensifies, Ghenos' followers … "
"Do you need me to send some people to protect this kind-hearted bishop who traveled thousands of miles to urge us to unite?" Notalas said. Although he said he wanted to help, his words were full of sarcasm.
"I don't need your hypocrisy. I have God's help." Issil glared at Notalas.
"Well, let's stop arguing." Pário clapped his hands, indicating that they should stop talking about the alliance.
"There's one thing that I'm very concerned about, and I think you should know about it."
Pário noticed the letter on the table and picked it up. "Bishop Issil, have you also received this news?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Issil said. "The pagans actually went to compromise with the undead …"
"Bishop Issil, isn't it a little too hasty to jump to conclusions so early?" Pário interrupted Issil. "It's as if you were there to witness everything."
A smile appeared on Mullenin's face, but it looked more like a sneer. "For our bishop, pagans are equal to devils. It doesn't seem strange that devils and the undead are in cahoots … Although the bishop used this saying from our discussion just now."
Issil glared at Mullenin and Notalas. "You actually speak for a country full of pagans …"
"There are still many believers of the God of Light in that country," Notalas said, "The number of believers is no less than that of your Church of Light."
"Those betrayers are already heretics!"
"Who gave you the right to accuse them of being heretics …"
Issil and Notalas began to quarrel again.
Pário did not feel unhappy or angry because of this. Instead, he waited for Issil and Notalas to calm down.
The two of them were not people who did not know what was good for them in front of the monarch. They quickly ended the argument, at least temporarily.
Mullenin just looked on coldly from the sidelines. She had always been like this.
Pário clasped his hands together and placed them on the table. His elbows rested on the smooth surface of the table. "Since the argument is over, let's talk about the Black Water Cavalry leaving the old Emperor's side and going north to the Forest of the Dead."
The three of them did not make a sound, waiting for Pário to continue.
"The Black Water Cavalry has always rarely left the side of the Emperor Of The New Moon. You all know this.
The New Moon has three cavalry, the Black Water Cavalry, the Shaling Cavalry, and the Mountain Duke.
The Shaling Cavalry is in the southern border of the New Moon, deterring the countries that believe in the Moon God. The Mountain Duke is in the east, resisting the invasion of the Sassanid Dynasty … The Shaling Cavalry and the Mountain Duke are both titles. For generations, the most powerful and capable people in the New Moon would succeed them.
But the Black Water Cavalry is a little different.
The Black Water Cavalry does not have any real power, but they are the people closest to the Emperor Of The New Moon. I think you all understand what this means. "
Pário rubbed his eyes slightly and continued, "The title of the Black Water Cavalry appeared a hundred years ago, and there is only one person who has this title. It is not an exaggeration to say that the name of the Black Water Cavalry was specially created for that person.
And that person is still alive. "
Speaking of this, Pário smiled. "But for an Elf, a hundred years is only the time of youth. But for us humans, we will turn from babies to old people and walk to the grave."
"Your Majesty, it is meaningless to compare time with long-lived species," Issil interrupted. "I also tried to understand some things about the Black Water Cavalry."
"You are so warm-hearted, Bishop Issil."
Pário smiled. "You also know the secret between the nobles and the royal family a hundred years ago, or rather, the scandal."
"I have no intention to offend you, Your Majesty," Issil said.
"I know, of course you have no intention to offend me.
You just want to talk about something that has already happened. "
Pário said. "Everything about the Black Water Cavalry will only be deliberately forgotten in the King's Castle. And you, as bystanders and outsiders, will naturally see it more clearly than us, and record it more clearly, right?"
Issil did not respond again.
Pário looked at the three people in the same room. Everyone had different expressions on their faces.
He continued, "Let me tell you something that you may not know.
It was when I was a child, when the Black Water Cavalry met me in the King's Castle. "
There was an obvious change in the expressions of the three people present. This made Pário spread out his hands, raised them in the air and pressed them down. "Don't look like you are about to hear some important secret, it is just an interesting story of a child.
The Black Water Cavalry … My elder, if I am more shameless, maybe I can call her aunt.
It is a boring story about my aunt and nephew playing ball toss in the boring palace garden for an afternoon … "