Blood, mixed with some thick white liquid, splashed on Archbishop Henry's face. Opposite, Paul I fell suddenly, and the golden revolver also fell to the ground.
The monks in black were all shocked when they saw Paul I committing suicide. They never expected that a pampered king would dare to commit suicide with a gun!
The previous Paul I was just a child who was greedy for life and afraid of death! He is one year younger than Katerina. He only enjoys the fun brought by the king. How can he look like a king at all?
But Paul I's actions today did show the bloodiness that a king should have. There was dead silence in the room. After a long time, Archbishop Henry took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from his face.
"He has changed... He has grown up a lot compared to when I first met him half a year ago." Archbishop Henry sighed: "A powerful king can always cultivate excellent successors, Peter the Great's Both sons and daughters are qualified to become kings."
"If Paul I could be given more time, maybe he could grow into a real monarch...or maybe not."
"Some problems can only be awakened in moments of despair, but by then it is often too late." Archbishop Henry, who spent more than half a year with Paul I, watched Paul I grow up little by little, but there are many geniuses in the world. Very few can grow up.
The death of Paul I also gave Archbishop Henry a strong sense of crisis. As Paul I said before committing suicide, once the king dies, no matter whether he is the one who did it or not, the one who will bear the infamy of regicide must be the Wisdom Cult, and it must be his Archbishop Henry.
The church that killed the king...can it still get popular support?
"Archbishop, what should we do now?" Basil, the black monk wearing a silver cross badge on his chest, said with a trembling voice: "The king is dead, and the kingdom will definitely be in complete chaos!"
"Why are you panicking?" Archbishop Henry rubbed the gold ring on his hand and said softly: "Don't forget, we have obtained many lost ancient magics from the relics left by the Apocalypse Sect. That was Yin Ri, the founder of the Apocalypse Era. The treasure of Nie Berger, which contains an ancient magic... comes from the distant and ancient Kingdom of Vodou." Basil's eyes widened: "You mean..." Archbishop Henry raised his arms and pointed at Paul I His corpse, the gold ring on his ring finger instantly lit up, flashing with golden fluorescence as he hummed.
"Ancient Magic - Corpse Puppet." The golden ring melted and turned into a drop of golden liquid, spinning down and melting into the body of Paul I.
The long-dead Paul I suddenly opened his eyes and got up stiffly. His face was covered with blood, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he turned into a walking corpse.
"It's a pity that we don't have the good technology used by the Voodoo Kingdom to preserve corpses. This corpse won't last long. It will completely rot in a month at most..." Archbishop Henry said.
Basil and the others swallowed. As members of the Holy Silver Cross Knights of the Wisdom God, they had of course heard of the ancient magic from the Voodoo Kingdom - Corpse Puppet. Even if they had heard of it, it would be difficult to accept such a violation. Ethical magical means.
They are human beings, and they have thoughts and things that they find difficult to accept. Forcibly controlling a dead person is not only terrifying, but also disgusting...
"Go find some ice and freeze His Majesty's body to delay the decomposition as much as possible." Archbishop Henry said, "Then clean the room. The fewer people who know about this matter, the better. Do you understand?"
"...Understood." Basile and others turned and left the room. Archbishop Henry looked at Paul I with empty eyes and murmured: "Your Majesty, I will prove that your choice today is wrong."... ..................................... Royal Capital, a manor on the outskirts of Petersburg.
boom! boom! Gunshots rang out in the forest and birds flew in the air. Duke Yinvanovich held a shotgun and watched a big-horned elk fall in the bushes in the distance. He was very satisfied with his shooting skills.
"Alexei, do you see? Hunting is a sport that a man must learn." Prince Yinvanovich said to his younger son who was following him in the forest.
"Father, I don't like hunting..." Alexei looked at the elk lying in a pool of blood and a fawn not far away, and said with a frown: "You killed the fawn's mother, This is so cruel."
"Oh...it's really cruel." Duke Yinvanovich also spotted the deer not far away. He changed the bullet, raised the shotgun, and pulled the trigger.
boom! The deer fell down at the sound.
"Now the family is reunited and there is no pain or sadness anymore."
"..." Alexei pursed his lips, almost crying.
"Alexei, never have mercy. No one in this world cares about what you think except your family." Duke Yinvanovich taught his son while clapping his shotgun: "Unless you master it The power to kill them."
"But father, we don't need to kill them! We can eat other food! There is still so much meat at home!" Alexei shouted.
"This is the greatest temptation of power, Alexey..." Prince Yinvanovich wiped his beard and said with a smile: "Today we killed these two deer for fun, we don't even need to do anything for it. We pay any price, because we have enough power. If the people who shot these two elk today were civilians, they would be imprisoned for arbitrarily damaging noble property."
"If you don't have enough power, one day you will become the target of ridicule and fun by other powerful people. Son, you have to remember..." Duke Yinvanovich held down Alexei's hand. Shoulder, said in a soft tone: "Power, only those who hold power can decide the fate of others. You don't want to hurt others, which is good, but you must ensure that you are not hurt by others, which requires power."
"I remember, Father."
"Hey, let's eat grilled venison tonight, with some Krugian red wine and sour cream. You will fall in love with it." Wow!
There was a noise in the grass behind him. Duke Ivanovich immediately protected his son and raised his shotgun vigilantly. Just when he was about to shoot, a Siberian forest cat jumped out.
"Ke Lulu? Why are you here?" Duke Yinvanovich recognized the cat that was held in Paul I's arms all day long at a glance. He thought Paul I was coming and looked around for a long time, but he didn't find anything. Found His Majesty the King.
"Father, this cat has something in its mouth!"
"Well..." After confirming that Paul I was not here, Duke Yinvanovich bent down and took the parchment from Kelulu's mouth. As royal paper, it had very distinctive marks on it.
Just as Duke Yinvanovich was reading the king's edict, an orange figure not far away turned away and left quietly, as mysteriously as if he had never appeared before.
"The abdication decree..." His breathing gradually became rapid, and cold sweat broke out on Duke Yinvanovich's forehead. He was shocked by the content of this edict. It turned out to be the king's abdication edict!
In the edict, Paul I not only severely rebuked Archbishop Henry for putting him under house arrest, but also apologized to all the people for his past cowardice. At the end... he even announced that he would abdicate immediately, and the new king... ..It's his sister, Grand Duke Mosk - Katerina!
If the signature at the end of the parchment was not indeed Paul I's handwriting and the king's seal, Duke Ivanovich must have thought that someone had forged the edict. Even so... the contents of the edict still caused a big shock to him. .
Once this edict is issued, the Wisdom Cult will become the target of public criticism and criticism, and Katerina... can mobilize the army logically and take over the royal capital!
"Why did this edict appear here? Why? Who sent it?" Duke Yinvanovich was puzzled. He licked his dry lips, confused.
He didn't believe that a cat could pass through the huge royal capital without anyone's command and accurately find him hunting in the back mountains.
Definitely not a coincidence! What did the person who sent this edict want to do? !
"Father, are you okay?" Looking at Duke Ivanovich's sudden expression, Alexey asked doubtfully: "You are sweating a lot..."
"Something big is going to happen..." Duke Yinvanovich was not in the mood to continue hunting. He asked the guards to take his son back to the manor, while he took a carriage and hurried towards a farm in the east.
He wanted to ask how to deal with it, but he didn't notice at all...the orange figure following closely behind the carriage.
