The carriage drove to the side entrance of the Palace of Venn, and Karen stepped out of the carriage. He did not wear a divine robe, but temporarily changed into a gray windbreaker in the hotel, plus a black cashmere curled hat.

This is the tone that York City "should have" in most literary and artistic works.

There were two rows of guards standing in front of the side door. They were wearing red uniforms and tall bearskin hats. They deliberately raised their heads and chests, as if they were trying to burst the buttons on their uniforms with all their strength.

A man wearing a leather jacket walked out and came to Karen and saluted: "Mr. Minister, please come with me."

Under the leadership of the man, Karen walked into the palace and went straight to the back garden without encountering any obstacles. The garden was not very large and you could see all sides at a glance. Many novels will be created with the Palace of Venn as the background.

There are many stories, but if you really come here in person, you will understand that such a small place cannot bear so much love and hatred.

The scene where the queen had a tryst with a certain earl in the garden was absolutely impossible to happen, because the king only needed to open his bedroom window and call his queen home for dinner without using too much force.

However, the size of the palace is relative. Many nearby properties are actually under the name of the royal family, but they are just deliberately created to create a false, subtle and low-key appearance in front of the public.

In addition, the gaze from the divine religion forced them to be cautious and calm.

In the pavilion in the garden, Kissen was sitting there enjoying dinner. The dishes were not rich, including steak, red wine and vegetable salad.

Next to Kissen, an old man was holding a violin and playing attentively, melodious tunes pouring out.

However, the twitching of the old man's calves and the whitening of the corners of his mouth showed that he was very cold. After all, it was already winter, and the luxurious clothes on the old man were not very warm, although they looked good.

The old man is the former Prince of York and the current King of Wynn.

He has been the crown prince for nearly seventy years. If the previous queen had not "passed away" at Allen Manor, he might not be able to wear this crown in his lifetime.

So upon closer inspection, Karen can be regarded as his "benefactor".

Walking under the pavilion, Karen stopped. Around the pavilion, Karen sensed several other auras, which should be the bodyguards responsible for protecting Kisson's safety.

Bourne said that Kisson's identity is unusual. He is the next faction leader trained by a certain faction within the church. An old man who looked like a butler came down: "Hello, Minister Cullen, I am Drew. I am the leader of my family."

Master Sen's valet, please come up, my young master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Karen nodded, walked up the steps and came to the pavilion.

Kisson was holding a knife and fork, slowly cutting beef, and was very focused on eating. Even though Karen was already standing in front of him, he was still chewing the food in his mouth carefully.

Karen knew that after he chewed the food carefully and swallowed it, he would stand up and greet her in a very warm manner, blaming the neglect on the food. At the same time, he would not address his position, but this had already established the relationship between the two.

Status gaps and top-down closeness.

Sure enough, when Kisson swallowed the food, he immediately stood up, smiled at Karen and said, "I'm sorry, delicious food always makes me forget time."

Karen responded: "It's a blessing."

"Yes, you are right, then can I invite you to share this happiness, Mr. Cullen?"

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Kitson."

Drew put on new plates and cutlery, and soon a steak was served. "Here, have a taste." Kisson looked at Karen while holding the wine glass.

Karen cut off a piece and put it into his mouth. The steak was cooked well, tender and juicy.

"How does it taste?"

"It was delicious."

"As long as you like it, haha. When I was young, I came to York City with my father and dined here, so I have always missed the steak in the palace. However, the person standing next to me at that time was the former Queen.

It's a pity that the Queen has passed away."

Kitson looked at the king who was standing next to him playing the violin, and the king showed a catering smile.

Karen felt that it was a pity that the scene in front of her could not be painted. It will definitely be savored over and over again by future generations of viewers. The secular royal power is servile to the divine power.

"Mr. Cullen is from Venn. Have you ever been to the palace?" Kisson asked.

"According to the Order Regulations, we are not suitable to come to this kind of place."

It's not allowed on the surface, but there are actually many taboos in private. Kissen's decision to let the king play the piano for fun has actually crossed the line.

"Mr. Cullen is really strict. In fact, if I hadn't specially entertained you, I wouldn't have done this. It was my negligence and my fault. You can go down now, His Majesty the King."

"Yes, two adults."

The king walked down tremblingly, and Drew, the manservant belonging to Kisson beside him, did not help him.

I don't know if the old king will suffer from cold and fever after being tortured like this. For an old man at this age, he will actually die if he doesn't.

Although, since the king ascended the throne, people have been calculating how long he can reign.

When the Queen passed away, many merchants actually stocked 1.5 times more funeral-related items. Even ordinary families stored items from the last funeral because everyone thought they would need them soon.

Karen picked up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, and then put down the knife and fork.

"Don't you want to eat?" Kissen asked, "I thought you would come to the dinner, but you didn't."

"I'm sorry, work matters need to be handed over."

"Oh, okay, when I was your age, I also had a temper." Kisson pointed to his chest, "Especially when others try to interfere with the work I am responsible for, I will feel disgusted from the bottom of my heart.

Who are you?"

"You are serious."

"That's pretty much it. So, I still have to ask for your understanding. This is what the higher-ups want. I'm just responsible for executing it. I appreciate you very much, Minister Cullen. Come here."

Kisson raised his glass, and Karen also raised it. They touched it lightly and each took a sip.

The last person who said "I appreciate you" to Karen, oh no, that skeleton, was beaten into sauce by Karen.

Karen actually doesn't like this kind of "game". He doesn't mind having a good relationship with his boss or people with higher positions than him, but he resents this kind of ego that thinks he can conquer people with his personal charm.

Feel good.

People like them will always treat others as monsters grazing in the wild. Just shout and decide it's you, and then throw a trap scroll to subdue the other person.

To put it bluntly, they are a bit unworldly.

Those lying in the coffins at Karen's house, as well as the believers developed by Alfred, really none of them were deceived by Karen's "pretend". They were all won over by the "relationships" built in daily life.

around.

Seuss is such a "philistine" person, and he also understands the principle of coming and going.

But the young man in front of him didn't understand, because the life in his eyes was different from the life of ordinary people. "Karen, I want to make friends with you." Kisson picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth and said,

"I know you are encountering some difficulties now, but I think there is a chance that this dilemma will be resolved in the future. Besides, sometimes difficulties and opportunities coexist."

"Thank you for your encouragement."

Karen replied calmly. The other party was already laying the groundwork. Obviously, the other party also took a fancy to the value of his "nail house" in the York City area.

But the difference between Dark Moon Island giving him a gift and Moon God Sect giving him a coupon is that the other person wants to have sex for free.

Next, he should say he can help himself.

"Mr. Cullen, maybe I can help you."

Karen responded: "I don't feel that I am in trouble now. I feel that no matter where I am, as long as I am still working within the religion, that will be my greatest happiness. The great God of Order will see my piety."

Kisson's face darkened. He didn't expect Karen to refuse so simply.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became cold, and Karen was too lazy to warm up and started to look around. Those who didn't know it thought he was admiring the scenery here.

"Mr. Cullen is really a cheerful and straightforward person. I rarely meet people like you." "Mr. Kitson, you should really spend more time among the grassroots. There are many people like me in the grassroots."

"Okay, I'll accept the advice you gave me."

Kisson waved his hand, and Drew, the valet next to him, stepped forward to collect the plates and cutlery, and the tea was brought up.

Although there is no custom of serving tea to see guests off here, once the "meal" is finished, it is indeed time to leave.

But Karen did not have this awareness. He took a sip from the tea cup and took the initiative to start the topic again: "Director Kissen, you should know something about the Desert God Cult, right?"

"Oh, what's the matter?" Kisson asked.

"Not long ago, the home of the chief bishop of my region was attacked by an assassin, and basically the whole family was killed." "I know that this is a sad accident, and I feel deeply regretful and angry."

"There are rumors that the assassin came from the Desert God sect in order to bring order to an end and help them split from the desert."

"Oh, is there such a rumor? Why didn't I know about it?"

"some."

"Do you have any evidence, Minister Cullen?"

"I am not responsible for investigating this matter. There is no evidence."

"If there is no evidence, don't make nonsense. As the head of the Whip of Order Law Enforcement Department, you should understand this better."

How could there be no evidence?

Karen believes that with the ability of the Cult of Kosmos, the evidence will definitely be found, and the earlier hints are already obvious. Without absolute certainty, it is impossible to directly arrange for the people below to prepare for murder and revenge for the purpose of the meeting.

"Director, you should know that this is true."

Kisson put down the tea cup and said word by word: "I don't know."

Immediately afterwards, Kitson continued: "In my eyes, there are only the interests of the divine religion. As long as doing so can maximize the interests of the divine religion, I will choose to do so without hesitation. Isn't this right?"

"What you said is right, but the difference is that our measurement and understanding of 'interests' are different.
To be continued...