Options
Bookmark

Chapter 406: communication

‘is the messenger on good terms with the producers of those movies?’

The latest message from the frost owl made Joshua Pause for a moment.

When Joshua was chatting with the owl, he was already avoiding the real world. Facing this question, Joshua hesitated for a while and was about to reply ‘very good’.

Two new messages suddenly popped up below.

‘Ah… Sorry, just forget I asked the question just now.’

‘I’ll go to Nolan when I have time to thank you properly! I still have something to do, so I can’t reply to you from now on.’

When the frost owl finished sending these two messages at an extremely fast speed, the text message displayed a hint that she had closed the magic web client.

Looking at the two messages, Joshua could not figure out what the ‘Prince’was thinking.

When Joshua looked at the ‘internal strife of Frost’, he suddenly remembered a message recorded by the Dark Elves when they interviewed the prince.

It was something like ‘I really want to go to Nolan to meet a friend’.

“If I look at it like this, I will be really shocked…”

Joshua looked at the television image of the prince who was standing on the city wall as if he was the Savior who had descended.

The actors of the Black Swan in the tavern were also affected by the atmosphere of the documentary. They all shouted out their lines for the prince and so on.

When Joshua first came into contact with this prince of the Frost Kingdom, he purely wanted to stir up one or two civil conflicts in the Frost Kingdom. However, he did not expect that this prince would actually be crowned as the king in the end.

This future king of the Frost Kingdom was even excited to meet Joshua in the real world..

At the thought of this, Joshua’s fingers paused on the virtual keyboard for a moment.

The day this prince visited Nolan would be an important diplomatic opportunity. Of course, Joshua would not let it go.

‘then I’ll look forward to the day you come to Nolan.’

Not long after Jose’s message was sent out, the frost owl, which had already shown that it was offline, came back online again and replied with a thumbs up emoji.

“I should probably take a picture of your expression just now. It seems that it’s okay to take a picture now.”

Gloria whispered behind Jose. The gaze of the flower of Faroese had unknowingly fallen on Jose.

“Wait… mother is here, let me hide.”Before Carrie could take out her camera, Mrs. Caesar walked into the tavern, and Carrie immediately hid under the bar counter.

When Mrs. Caesar walked into the tavern, the lively atmosphere in the tavern instantly returned to calm.

The Duchess of Blackwood felt a nameless oppression wherever she went. No matter how arrogant the actors of the Black Swan troupe were, they were trained by her to be very docile.

It was not without reason that Carrie was so afraid of her mother.

“Mr. Jose.”Mrs. Cesar quickly found Jose at the bar counter.

“What’s the matter, Mrs. Cesar?”

Ever since Jose started filming “Avatar,”it was rare to see Mrs. Cesar’s expression be so serious.

“Can we stop filming this afternoon for the time being? His Majesty, crondon, has just summoned a parliament. Many of the actors in my troupe might have to return to the country for a period of time because of that Parliament,”Mrs. Cesar said.

“Because of that documentary?”Jose pointed at the projection on the wall of the tavern in the distance. Today’s “Internal strife of Frost”was gradually nearing its end.

“That’s right. His Majesty, crondon, also wishes to meet you.”

Mrs. Caesar had never paid attention to the documentary “Internal strife of Frost”, so she did not know why the king would suddenly summon so many nobles.

“Has it finally come to this day? Let’s stop shooting today. Mrs. Caesar, take me to your king.”

“His Majesty Crondo is waiting for you in the Parliament.”

Mrs. Caesar announced to all the members of the Black Swan troupe that she would return to Faroese in the afternoon. Then, she left the tavern with Jose.

..

The Supreme Parliament of Faroese.

When Coronado III asked that question, Count Ranke could feel that the atmosphere in the parliament had become unusually delicate.

The surrounding nobles fell silent at the same time. Count Ranke could guess that if His Majesty the King announced the end of the meeting, these nobles would definitely return to their families, they would check whether their own people might be replaced by the judge.

The count wanted to do the same, but before that, he wanted to see a performance that would please him.

The main character of the performance was the Cardinal from the land of the Saints.

The cardinal stood in the middle of the parliament.

The reason he was in the middle was not that he had received any commendation, but that he was being interrogated by the king.

Count Ranke began to regret why he did not bring red wine and desserts when he came to the parliament. He had always brought these when he watched plays!

“Your Majesty! I am a diplomat in my country. I do not know what the Heretic Court does.”

The Cardinal explained in an extremely tired voice.

“As a cardinal, you do not even know how to identify the judge?”Crondon III leaned against his throne and stared at the cardinal.

“This… this…”the red-robed bishop was at a loss as to how to answer Crondon III’s question and the gazes of the surrounding nobles.

He had come to Faroese with a mission to repair the relationship between the two countries. He had originally been recommended by a Duke of the Frost Kingdom, and he had also brought sufficient gifts, therefore, no matter what, the king of Faroese would not do anything to him.

However, who knew that after the King finished looking at the moving ‘painting’, not only the king, but even the Duke, who had always been his ally, no longer extended a helping hand to him.

“Your Majesty, the Court of heretics is the most… secretive organization in our motherland. Even as a bishop, I am unable to obtain any information about it.”Sweat had already appeared on the forehead of the red-robed bishop.

“Secretive organization? Your Eminence, your eminence.”Crondo III stood up and began an impromptu performance.

“I have always regarded your country as our solid ally. However, you have repeatedly challenged the authority of our Faroese and betrayed the covenant that you once made. I have always backed down. After all, the fury of Faroese will not only burn you, but it will also harm my people. I have chosen to use my reason to control my anger. However, the patience of humans will always be limited. Occasionally, I will say to my reason, ‘perhaps you should take a break.’Do you want me to do that now?”

“Your Majesty, if you wish to know, I can return to the land of the sacred religion and ask His Holiness. Perhaps he would be happy to share this information with you,”the bishop said.

“I have already been deceived by you once, no, or perhaps the second and third time, but there will definitely not be a fourth and fifth time, and I do not have the patience.”

Coronado III picked up a thin sword placed beside the throne, used his fingers to feel the blade and said to him.

The Cardinal’s heart was filled with despair. He began to regret accepting this diplomatic mission, but just as he was in despair, a voice sounded from behind him.

“Your Majesty, Please Don’t make things difficult for this cardinal.”

This voice in the Cardinal’s heart was no less than the praise of the gods!

Finally, a kind person in the parliament saw that he was innocent and stood up for him.

The cardinal turned around and looked at the place where the voice came from. It was the entrance to the parliament. A young man with black hair and black eyes walked in slowly with a smile on his face.

“Maybe he really doesn’t know,”said Jose.

Comments 1

  1. Offline
    Reader0722
    + 00 -
    "Is Firebringer on good terms with the producers of those movies?" The frost owl’s latest message gave Joshua pause. While chatting with her, Joshua had been careful to avoid revealing his real identity. Faced with this question, he hesitated, almost replying, “very good.” Two new messages appeared below.

    "Ah… Sorry, forget I asked."

    "I’ll visit Norland when I have time to thank you properly! I have other matters to attend to, so I must go offline."

    The frost owl sent these messages rapidly and then logged off. Perplexed, Joshua wondered what the “Prince” was thinking. As he watched the televised image of the prince standing on the city wall like a savior in the “Internal Strife of Frostfell” documentary, he recalled a quote from Thousand-Faces’ interview: "I want to go to Norland to meet a friend.” "If that’s the case, I’m in for a surprise…”

    The actors in the tavern were captivated by the documentary, cheering for the prince. Initially, Joshua had intended to instigate minor conflicts in Frostfell. He hadn’t expected the prince to become king. This future king was now eager to meet him in person. Joshua’s fingers hovered over the virtual keyboard. This visit would be a significant diplomatic opportunity.

    “Then I’ll look forward to your visit to Norland.”

    Shortly after Joshua sent his message, the frost owl, who had appeared offline, returned and replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

    “I should have captured your expression. It would have made a great picture,” Gallolie whispered behind him, her gaze fixed on Joshua.

    “Wait… Mother’s here, I need to hide.” Before Gallolie could produce her camera, Madam Schroder entered the tavern, and Gallolie ducked under the bar counter. Madam Schroder’s arrival instantly silenced the lively atmosphere. The Duchess of Blackwood commanded an unspoken authority. The Black Swan actors, despite their arrogance, were well-trained to be docile. Gallolie’s fear of her mother was justified.


    “Mr. Joshua,” Madam Schroder addressed him at the bar counter.

    “What is it, Madam Schroder?” Joshua noted her unusually serious demeanor.

    “Could we halt filming this afternoon? His Majesty, Klund III, has convened parliament. Many of my actors may need to return to Farucci,” Madam Schroder explained.

    “Because of the documentary?” Joshua gestured towards the tavern’s wall, where the documentary was nearing its end.

    “Precisely. His Majesty also wishes to meet you.” Madam Schroder, unfamiliar with the documentary, was unaware of the king’s summons.

    “Has the time finally come? Let’s suspend filming. Madam Schroder, please take me to your king.”

    “His Majesty Klund III awaits you in the parliament hall.” Madam Schroder informed the Black Swan troupe of their afternoon departure for Farucci and then left with Joshua.


    … The Supreme Parliament of Farucci. As Klund III posed his question, Count Frank sensed a palpable tension in the hall. The nobles fell silent. Count Frank surmised that upon the meeting’s conclusion, they would return home to investigate potential inquisitor replacements. He shared this intention but first desired to witness a spectacle. The central figure was the Aetherion cardinal. He stood in the middle, not in honor, but under interrogation. Count Frank regretted not bringing wine and refreshments, customary for theatrical performances.

    “Your Majesty! I am a diplomat. I am ignorant of the Heretical Tribunal’s activities,” the cardinal pleaded wearily.

    “As a cardinal, you are unfamiliar with identifying inquisitors?” Klund III asked, leaning against his throne.

    “This… this…” The cardinal, flustered, struggled to answer. He had arrived in Farucci with a mission to mend relations. Initially, a Frostfell duke had vouched for him, and he had brought ample gifts. He had assumed the king of Farucci would treat him favorably. However, after the documentary, both the king and his former ally, the duke, abandoned him.

    “Your Majesty, the Heretical Tribunal is… secretive. Even as a bishop, I lack access to their information,” the cardinal stammered, sweat beading on his forehead.


    “Secretive organization? Your Eminence,” Klund III rose, beginning an impromptu oration. “I have always considered your nation a steadfast ally. Yet, you have repeatedly challenged our authority, betraying our agreements. I have exercised restraint, for Farucci’s wrath would harm my people. I have relied on reason to temper my anger. However, human patience is finite. I occasionally advise my reason, ‘Perhaps you should rest.’ Do you wish me to do so now?”

    “Your Majesty, if you desire information, I can return to Aetherion and consult His Holiness. He might be willing to share,” the cardinal offered.

    “I have been deceived once, perhaps twice or thrice, but not a fourth or fifth time. My patience is exhausted.” Klund III picked up a thin sword from beside the throne, testing its edge. The cardinal felt despair. He regretted accepting the mission. Just as his hope waned, a voice echoed from behind.

    “Your Majesty, please do not be harsh with the cardinal.” The voice was a welcome reprieve. The cardinal turned to the parliament’s entrance. A young man with black hair and black eyes entered, smiling.

    “Perhaps he genuinely lacks knowledge,” Joshua said.
    Read more