Yorko made a request to the King of Dawn to attend the court meeting the next day.
Probably because they had just signed a peace treaty, his request was quickly approved. Two Knight in exquisite armor welcomed him into the palace hall.
Two or three months ago, he had requested to see His Majesty many times, but all of his requests went unanswered. Now he hoped that His Majesty Appen would turn a blind eye to his requests as he had done in the past.
Unfortunately, the reality was always so unsatisfactory.
The court meeting was obviously coming to an end when he walked into the hall.
The young king was leaning on the throne and talking cheerfully with his ministers. Appen only sat up straight when he saw Yorko bend his knees to salute him. "No need to be so polite. I heard that you brought a letter from Roland Wimbledon?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Yorko braced himself to reply. "He congratulated you on your coronation and hoped that the friendship between the two countries could continue for a long time."
"That's a novel statement." Appen Moya smiled. "Did he prepare any gifts?"
"Uh, well... of course," the ambassador said with a quick wit. "The fleet of gifts is still on the way. This letter was sent here by a fast horse."
"I remember that during the coronation of Wimbledon III, my father sent a team of 200 people to Graycastle. There were 11 carriages loaded with gifts, including gold wares, fine wine, silk satins, and beautiful women. I don't know what Roland's gift will be this time. I'm looking forward to it. "
There was a burst of laughter among the ministers.
Was there such a thing? Yorko could not help but feel a little thirsty. Why didn't the letter mention anything about the gifts? It was understandable that he did not know, but it was unlikely that His Majesty did not know.
"Did he say anything else?" Appen asked.
For a moment, Yorko even wanted to leave. However, when he thought that if he offended the King of Dawn, he would at most be rejected by the nobles in King's City. If he disappointed His Majesty, he might have to replace him as the ambassador. Therefore, he resisted the urge.
"His Majesty... uh... I also hope you'll stop persecuting witches and treat them like free people." Yorko gritted his teeth and said, "Otherwise, Graycastle won't turn a blind eye to this kind of behavior. The church is the best example."
After he finished speaking, the hall instantly quietened down.
The ambassador could feel sweat beading on his forehead.
"Did Roland Wimbledon really say that?" After a while, Appen Moya said, "Show me the letter."
Immediately, a Knight came to Yorko and grabbed the parchment in his hand.
Even though he did not dare to look into the King of Dawn's eyes, he could tell that the King of Dawn's tone had become colder.
Thinking of the condemnation and warning that occupied most of the letter, Yorko felt like crying on the spot.
As expected, Appen threw the letter to the ground after reading it. "Is this how Graycastle treats its allies? Witches are innocent, so I have to let them go? Nonsense! " The young king seemed to be unable to control his emotions. He stood up from the throne and said with a murderous look, "Look at what those damned witches have done to the Moya family. They invaded the palace, slaughtered the guards, and threatened me with my father's life to obey the church! If it wasn't for the poison they gave my father, he would still be sitting here in one piece! "
But you can only ascend the throne if he dies, right? However, Yorko only dared to say this in his mind.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. As far as I know... the witches trained by the church are not the same as other innocent people, just like ordinary people are also divided into..."
"Shut up!" Appen scolded. "You have no idea how terrible those who have mastered the power of demons are. Even God's Stone can't completely restrain them! Tell me, how can a group of people who are not bound by any rules obey us? Without the witches, the Kingdom of Dawn will only be more stable. I'm responsible for my people! "
It was impossible to reason with him. Yorko realized that his father had become a shadow in his heart when he saw Roland's flushed cheeks. This guy was about the same age as Roland, but he was almost the same age as his old friend in the king's city, or maybe even worse.
Look at His Majesty, who had been away from King's City for less than a year, but had already transformed into a real superior, while this guy was still under his father's protection.
"I'll write a letter to the King of Graycastle and tell him not to be tempted by those fallen witches. Threatening the Kingdom of Dawn for the devil's minions? That's ridiculous! " Appen walked back and forth angrily. "Graycastle may be powerful, but he shouldn't forget who gave him the power! Without the support of the nobles, how could Roland deploy his army to the Kingdom of Dawn? If he invades the royal territory for this reason, he'll definitely treat his vassals in the same way in the future. Not only will my subjects resist to the end, but the nobles of Graycastle will also not support him as they did against the church! "
"Uh... My old friend seems to have done that," Yorko thought. Although he did not know how His Majesty defeated the church, he vaguely remembered that His Majesty did not rely on the nobles when he attacked King's City. At that time, few people in Graycastle thought that Prince Wimbledon would win. Moreover, in the subsequent trial, almost all the great nobles were caught. Otherwise, he would not have been able to get the position of ambassador.
In the end, as Hill had predicted, Appen Moya, who could not restrain his anger, drove him out of the palace.
Fortunately, to Yorko's relief, none of the other ministers responded to the king, although they were surprised. Their reaction was much better than he had expected.
Of course, when they saw the letter that was thrown to the ground, it was inevitable that they would laugh at him behind his back.
As soon as he returned to his residence, Otto Luoxi followed him.
"Does His Majesty really think this way?"
"Otherwise, I wouldn't lie to you." Yorko collapsed on the bench and said, "Why, are you here to laugh at me?"
"No... I just think that Appen's new policy is a bit impulsive. He really wants the people of the Kingdom of Dawn to live a stable life, but this kind of search and arrest method will make people panic."
"Then you should talk to him."
"He doesn't listen..." Otto smiled bitterly. "He's like a different person when it comes to witches. But you can't blame him. If you've witnessed the changes in the palace with your own eyes — "He bit his lip and said," No, it's nothing. His Majesty Moya's death was a huge blow to Appen. According to his age, he should have inherited the throne in another five or six years. I heard that Wimbledon III was also killed by the witches of the church. On this point, if only he could be as steady as His Majesty. "
Yorko looked at Otto in surprise. Why did he have a feeling that Otto was not the eldest son of one of the three big families in the Kingdom of Dawn, but a noble of Graycastle? Was His Majesty really so prestigious that he could make the nobles of neighboring countries stand on his side?
"Anyway, I'll find another chance to talk to Appen. Now he doesn't even listen to Earl Quinn's words."
After finishing his tea, Otto got up and was about to leave when No. 76 suddenly ran into the room.
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