The white pigeon fluttered its wings and stopped on the windowsill. While cleaning its feathers, it was wary of the cat approaching from behind.
When the cat arched its body and prepared to attack, the white dove flew away, flew into the sky again, and disappeared under the white clouds and blue sky.
The prey escaped, but Lulu no longer looked out the window, but jumped on the sofa and rubbed against the haggard Paul I.
Paul I ignored it and stared blankly at the wall, where there hung a huge bust portrait of a man and a woman, gorgeously dressed, leaning on each other and looking at him with a smile.
"Father...."
The pale-faced Paul I murmured in a low voice, as if hoping that the man in the portrait could show him the way forward, but no matter how long he stared at the portrait, the man did not say a word.
Paul I was under house arrest. From the night he rejected Archbishop Henry's proposal, the priests and monks of the Wisdom Cult killed his guards, took over the Winter Palace with strong methods, and locked him in the bedroom.
The servants no longer obeyed the king's orders and were monitored day and night. Paul I didn't know what methods Archbishop Henry used, but as a king, he had only his title.
An imprisoned king, or a king?
Paul I touched the cold crown, and the cold air emanating from it almost gave him frostbite. He had to retract his fingers, curled up on the sofa, and covered his head with an expensive handmade blanket.
He already knew about the promulgation of the "General Act". Although he was under house arrest, because of his title as king, Archbishop Henry still had newspapers from the outside being sent to him regularly to prevent him from going crazy.
Whenever he saw the news of riots in the newspapers, Paul I felt his heart bleeding. He didn't care about the low-level civilians. All he cared about was the Romanov Kingdom.
During more than half a month of house arrest, Paul I thought a lot. What he regretted most was that he had listened to Archbishop Henry's slander and allowed a ferocious tiger to enter the territory of the Romanov Kingdom.
The development of the situation was completely beyond his control. Is there any way to save the situation?
Send a message to Prince Ivanovich?
This was a good idea, but he had no way of conveying the news. Even if it was conveyed, how could Duke Yinvanovich rescue him?
After seeing the magic used by Archbishop Henry, Paul I was afraid. He knew that the army led by Duke Ivanovich could not defeat the Wisdom Cult.
Especially during the war, he approved thousands of priests and monks from the Wisdom Religion to secretly enter the Romanov Kingdom. Now the Wisdom Religion has completely controlled the royal capital of Petersburg.
seem....
The tide is over.
Ke Lulu heard the sound of crying coming from the blanket, and it meowed softly, intending to comfort Paul I, but Paul I had no idea what it was saying.
It wasn't until an orange figure ran onto the balcony that the silence in the room was broken.
When Lulu saw Fat Orange, she screamed excitedly and ran over to open the window bolt.
"Meow meow meow!"
Fat Orange entered the house, followed Ke Lulu to the sofa, and saw Paul I who was in despair.
Frowning slightly, Fat Orange jumped up and slapped Paul I hard on the face.
The pain brought Paul I back to his senses. He looked at Fat Orange who appeared out of nowhere with a confused look on his face, "You...you are not the one from the Truth Church..."
"It's me." Fat Orange nodded.
"Can you speak?" Paul I glanced at Ke Lulu, as if he understood something, his head dropped, and his expression became even more depressed.
His beloved cat....
Turns out to be a spy sent by someone else?
"I already know your current situation." Fat Orange squatted on the tea table and looked at him coldly: "My majestic king, you have really failed to fall into this situation..."
Paul I's face turned pale and green for a while, and he was determined to refute, but he was unable to do anything about it.
"I really failed..."
"Choice is sometimes more important than hard work." Fat Orange said: "You made the wrong choice, and failure is inevitable."
"....Are you here to teach me a lesson? Or are you here to kill me?"
"neither."
Jumping off the tea table, Fat Orange walked around the room a few times: "I'm here to give you some advice."
"Did Father Mavey ask you to come?"
Fat Orange stopped, his eyes sparkling like gems: "No."
"What advice do you want to give me?"
Paul I became even more curious. What unique insights could a cat have?
"Write a king's edict and ask me to send it out."
"If you want Duke Yinvanovich and others to rescue me, I have already considered this method, but it won't work at all..."
"Who asked them to rescue you?" Fat Orange sneered: "Now I'm still thinking about Duke Yinvanovich... They won't help you. Without you, there will be others to inherit the Romanov Kingdom. The throne.”
Paul I's heart tightened. He vaguely guessed this possibility, but he never dared to face it.
"You are the king. Although you have been completely ignored, you are still the king of the Romanov Kingdom." Fat Orange said in a deep voice: "If you are willing to denounce Archbishop Henry in the edict, you will tell what the Wisdom God did to you. If it is written down in detail, it will definitely arouse public anger. At that time, the people's resentment towards the kingdom will also be transferred to the Wisdom God Cult."
Paul I grinned and laughed silently: "Overthrow the Wisdom Religion, and the Church of Truth will be able to rule the Romanov Kingdom..."
"Don't you understand that this is your only chance to survive?"
Fat Orange said in a calm voice: "If you want to survive, there are three ways."
"One, give up the position of king, issue an edict, and pass the throne to Katerina. In this way, we will rescue you."
"Two, compromise with Archbishop Henry, completely obey his orders, and become a vicious dog in the hands of the Wisdom Cult, biting whoever you ask."
"The third thing is what I just said. Use the edict to denounce Archbishop Henry and transfer the anger of the people to the Wisdom Cult. In this way, driven by interests, the aristocratic faction will definitely try their best to rescue you, but in overthrowing After the Wisdom God Religion, you will also abdicate."
"It seems that the second one is quite suitable for me." Paul I said with a smile: "Being a vicious dog, look at the surrounding environment, I am now a vicious dog locked in a cage..."
"So is this a decision you made?"
Paul I put away his smile and said with a serious look: "There is no king who surrendered or abdicated in the Romanov Kingdom. This is the dignity of the royal family!"
"what sound?!"
There was a sound of unlocking outside the door, and Fat Orange got under the sofa. Paul I looked at the two monks in black who opened the door, and said in a cold voice: "Is something wrong?"
"Did you, Your Majesty, speak just now?"
"Can't I even say anything?!"
"..."
The two monks in black looked around the room. After finding nothing unusual, they locked the door again.
Fat Orange got out from under the sofa, shook off the dust on his body, and mocked: "Where do you still have dignity now? Your Majesty the King?"
Paul I clenched his fists and looked at Fat Orange angrily. He gasped for a long time before saying: "Get out! Get out immediately!"
"As you command, Your Majesty the King."
Fat Orange left the room without looking back.
His body was trembling slightly. It took Paul I a long time to calm down. He picked up the trembling Kerulu, stroked it, walked to the portrait, looked at the man and woman on it, and asked in a low voice: "Father, mother, me. ...did you do something wrong?”
The man and woman in the portrait still didn't answer his question.
After a long silence, Paul I put down Kelulu, sat down at his desk, picked up his quill, and wrote on a blank piece of paper:
[I, Paul I, King of the Romanov Kingdom....]
As he wrote, his strokes became faster and faster. Paul I seemed to be venting all the anger he had accumulated over the past few days. He was gnashing his teeth, breathing rapidly, and his eyes were full of paranoia and madness.
After a long time, he threw the quill on the table, carefully dried the ink on the paper, rolled it up, and tied the edict around Kelulu's neck with a rope.
With a slap on Kerulu's butt, Paul I pointed to the open window and said, "Go, Kerulu, and bring this edict to the people of the Romanov Kingdom."
"Meow...."
But Lulu turned back three times with each step. Even if Paul I's face was full of smiles, it couldn't offset the worry in her heart.
"let's go...."
After watching Ke Lulu disappear from the edge of the balcony, Paul I took a deep breath, returned to the desk, opened the drawer, stretched his arm in, and opened a hidden compartment.
In the hidden compartment, there is a golden revolver.
"I am the King...the King of the Romanovs..."
Whispering, Paul I put the revolver in his arms, walked to the door, and knocked hard.
Click...
The door opened again, and a monk in black looked at him and asked coldly: "Your Majesty, what can I do for you?"
"Tell Archbishop Henry that I've figured it out."
The monk in black's eyes lit up, he kissed his fingers quickly, lowered his head and said:
"This is great. Your Majesty, you have finally made the right decision. I will inform the Archbishop right away."
