At dusk, a farm on the outskirts of Petersburg seemed a little quiet. It was the private property of Duke Ivanovich and specialized in raising cattle, sheep, geese and other livestock for the consumption of the nobles.
At the same time, Duke Ivanovich also used this place as a hiding place and let friends from the United States of America stay.
The carriage came at a gallop and stopped in front of the farm gate. Before the servant could come to open the door, Prince Ivanovich jumped out of the carriage, pushed open the fence, and hurried in.
"master?"
The servants in gelcoats who were shoveling livestock manure looked curious when they saw him.
On weekdays, Prince Yinvanovich rarely comes to the farm. The nobles are afraid of getting their shoes dirty.
"Where is Mr. Drost?" asked Prince Ivanovich.
"Ah...in the red room at the back...probably."
There is a red two-story building on the inside of the farm. It was built by Duke Yinvanovich in order to deal with emergencies. As a private property of a nobleman, it is obviously inappropriate to not provide a house for distinguished guests to live in. Maybe one day it will be built. Comes in handy.
Prince Ivanovich ran towards the Red Room, holding the edict in his arms and walking quickly, not caring that his shoes were stained with mud mixed with livestock excrement, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Fat Orange did not enter the crowded farm. It sneaked into the woods outside the farm, walked around to the side of the red house, passed through the fence with its strong body, and went straight to the red house. Only after his fat and round butt was pinned by the fence did he realize that he wanted to lose weight.
With one quick step, Fat Orange climbed up to the roof along the water pipe, walked back and forth several times, and found the balcony of the living room.
Finn Drost stood on the balcony, holding a glass of red wine. When he heard the door opening behind him, he said without looking back: "Your Excellency, what is making you so anxious?"
"Mr. Droste...."
Seeing Finn Drost, Duke Ivanovich breathed a sigh of relief, took out the parchment from his arms and handed it over: "You can read it yourself."
Putting down his wine glass, Finn took the edict, read it word for word, and nodded gently: "The abdication edict...a good thing."
"nice one?"
Duke Yinvanovich said in disbelief: "Did I hear you right? This is the abdication edict written by His Majesty the King himself! The Romanov Kingdom has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there has never been a king who abdicated on his own initiative!"
"Calm down, Your Excellency the Duke." Finn said calmly: "Now is different from before. Power has shifted to the church. It is foreseeable that the royal power will be lonely. As a king, His Majesty Paul I was taught by the God of Wisdom. Under house arrest, the king has lost the last dignity of his life. If he still has a little bit of the blood of a man..."
"Mr. Droste!"
Duke Yinvanovich screamed strangely and interrupted Finn: "Your Majesty is the king jointly elected by our noble faction! If he dies, Katerina who succeeds to the throne will definitely wipe out us! We have no last chance. Got the chips!”
If Paul I were still alive and controlled by Archbishop Henry, the support of the aristocratic faction would have been valuable.
Once Paul I died, the contents of this edict were completely disseminated....
Does Katerina, who has legitimately inherited the throne, still need the help of the aristocracy?
A kingdom cannot live without a king, especially one as large as the Romanov Kingdom.
After the death of the childless Paul I, Katerina became the king's first heir. Regardless of whether the aristocracy was willing or not, she was the king.
The current situation in the Romanov Kingdom has turned into a mess. No one knows what will happen tomorrow. In this situation, everyone in the noble faction is in danger and shuddering.
This abdication edict was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Now Duke Yinvanovich feels so regretful that he regretted that he should not have supported His Majesty's bank party in the first place. He should have allowed His Majesty and the Queen to give birth to an heir to the throne as soon as possible...
Who would have thought that Paul I, who was only 23 years old, left no heirs?
If Paul I had an heir, the aristocratic faction could still use the banner of supporting the young king to allow the queen to temporarily assume power and oppose Katerina's ascension to the throne...
It is too late to say this now. If there is a regret medicine to be taken, the person who takes it must be Paul I, not the aristocrats.
"Of course I know this." Finn sipped the red wine and said in a calm voice: "Your Excellency, please don't be afraid. As long as you act according to my plan, no matter who is the king, the aristocracy can come to the United States of Citi to take refuge. Citigroup will welcome you with open arms, this is part of the contract we signed, isn’t it?”
"Um...."
Duke Yinvanovich nodded. It was not that he was afraid that he had no way out, but...
I don’t want to leave the Romanov Kingdom.
After all, this is his hometown and his country. If he has a choice, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will not leave here.
Finn looked at Duke Yinvanovich: "You don't want to make this edict public, do you?"
"Of course, as long as His Majesty is still alive, this edict cannot be made public. If His Majesty dies, regardless of whether the edict is made public or not, the king will be succeeded by Katerina."
"Why are you hiding this edict?" Finn sighed: "Your Majesty the Duke, are you still lucky enough to think that the Wisdom Cult is willing to keep you?"
"...."
"They are the church, and the most important pillar of the church is the believers. When the believers want to do something uniformly, the church can only support it, otherwise it will lose its prestige. The kingdom's political power is just a tool used by the church to make money and prevent conflicts. They are nothing more than chess pieces, and the church cannot make mistakes, so they need the kingdom’s political power to try and make mistakes. When faced with a crisis, they will abandon the kingdom and establish a new king. Only in this way can the church endure and continue forever.”
"Do you mean to ask us to support Her Royal Highness Katerina and oppose the Wisdom Cult?"
"That's right."
"What benefit does this have to the United States of America?" Duke Yinvanovich was very puzzled: "The Church of Truth is against the upper class with strong capital like us. By helping them, isn't it helping the enemy?"
"There are some things that you don't understand and you don't need to understand. In fact, even I don't understand. I'm just performing a task." Finn said with a wry smile.
madman.
A bunch of lunatics!
Duke Yinvanovich silently commented on the behavior of the United States of America.
"Find some newspapers to publish this edict, Your Excellency the Duke." Finn said: "As long as Katerina secures the throne, my mission will be completed."
"I need to discuss the matter with Yin Liqi and the others about the public edict. I can't do it alone."
"No need to discuss, they will agree."
"Then I must inform them too."
"Um."
Just as Duke Yinvanovich was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked, "What should I do about the Wisdom Cult?"
"It is not my responsibility to deal with the Wisdom Cult. My task is just to help Katerina, connect all aspects, and provide help to the kingdom. Others in the church will handle it, so there is no need to worry."
"It sounds like you have a very careful plan."
Finn did not answer the question, drinking red wine and looking at the setting sun.
When Duke Yinvanovich left, so did Fat Orange. He noted down the location of the farm and returned to the royal capital. He gathered the cats together, explained the matter, and prepared to return to Mosk to find out what he got. The information, together with the contents of the edict, were reported to Ma Wei.
By the way....
Inform Katerina of her brother's death.
