"Natural disaster" or "plague", these two words made Anne's pupils shrink slightly.

According to what Mrs. Borg said, no matter what it is, the final result is the loss of life.

"The Plantagenet Empire is the Papal State, you can think of it as a big, big house."

Mrs. Borg lay back on the soft couch again and said in a calm tone: "In the past, there were many different families in this house, and they lived together, but it is different now."

"A patriarch has emerged in this house. He wants to integrate the house with absolute authority and do what he wants to do. During this period, all different voices must be suppressed."

Anne thought for a while and asked: "You mean, this war is the result of Julius's insistence? He wants to unify the faith of the entire Plantagenet?"

"No, no, dear Sir Anthony, I think you have completely misunderstood me."

Mrs. Borg shook her head: "I have to admit that your brother is indeed an iron-fisted man of power, impeccable in terms of strategic layout and means, but the root of all this can be traced back to you.

Go to that God-like father.”

"A god-like father?" Anne couldn't help but shudder when she heard this.

Yes, her father is indeed the Pope and the spokesperson of God in the eyes of all living beings, but why does even a high-status extraordinary person like Mrs. Borg call him this?

"Your father has left Valinor for a long time. As far as I know, he has been cleaning up some ancient beliefs."

Mrs. Borg's tone was still so indifferent: "With his status, is it necessary to do these small things? According to my guess, he may be completing some kind of 'promotion ceremony' that we don't know, and such a complicated promotion ceremony

If so, it’s hard for me to imagine what level that person has reached.”

"Your brother Julius may be just helping your father do something he has planned for a long time."

Anne's expression suddenly became serious. She didn't say a word, she just frowned and stared at Mrs. Burge motionlessly with her eyes.

This was an angle that she had never thought of, or rather, even the people in the Papal Hall who had worked with her father for a long time had never thought about it, because this conjecture was really astonishing.

If Mu is really performing a promotion ceremony, should he be called "He" after he succeeds?

"But these shouldn't be your concerns for the time being."

Mrs. Borg sighed: "We are far out of our reach to deal with this kind of personal matter, but according to my intelligence network, you may be pushed out at tomorrow's family dinner. Someone wants to show up."

Bet on you."

Having said this, she squinted her eyes and looked at Anne, with a trace of sarcasm in her eyes: "Since your brother represents Mu and controls the entire Pope's Hall in Valinor, there is no reason not to use you, even if you are an illegitimate child.

.”

"Although you are an illegitimate child, you have the blood of the Abraham family flowing in your body. There are people behind you, first it was the Holy See, and now it is the parents. You still have talent, and you work harder than anyone else. There is almost no doubt that you will

Become a big shot."

Regarding what Mrs. Borg said, although it seemed like reality, Anne could only keep shaking her head.

She still remembered why she left Valinor and went to the far north. It was precisely because of her identity as an illegitimate son. In this family that valued bloodline more than anything else, even if he was talented, he even

Couldn't get any "magic potion".

The family is not even willing to bet on the most common "magic potion" on her, so why bet on her now?

Taking a step back, even if someone really puts a bargaining chip on "Anthony", it is probably his fiancée, the power of "Prince Curtis" who is interested in him.

Just as the topic fell into silence, a polite knock sounded outside the door.

"Who?" Mrs. Berg asked strangely.

Generally speaking, people who come to places like her salon either have a prominent status, are some well-known artists, or are guests who have received her invitation letter.

And these people don't need to knock on the door. They only need to hand in their name card, and the guards at the door will open the door to announce their arrival.

In other words, no one can knock on the door of the reception room without notification, and the maids and cooks do not go through the main door.

Everyone in the salon realized the special situation and raised their heads in twos and threes and looked towards the door.

"Postman, I have a registered letter here addressed to Miss Anne Curtis. Her signature is required before the letter can be received."

There was really a postman outside the door, an old postman with gray hair, wearing a dark green postman uniform.

He is completely different from those tired postmen with slovenly uniforms. He holds out his chest and abdomen, is gentle and solemn, and stands in front of you like a knight with a sword.

Seeing such a postman, even Mrs. Bogle, who had been lying on the soft couch unwilling to move, straightened her clothes and stood up.

She called Anne forward and motioned for her to write her name on the receipt slip in the postman's hand.

After the postman confirmed that the signature was correct, he handed a dark blue envelope to Anne's hand: "This is an invitation. Your Royal Highness, I look forward to your visit."

He turned around and jumped on a horse covered in blue clothing with gorgeous feather markings on its head.

He turned his horse's head and left, coming and going as easily as an ambassador presenting his credentials.

"This is……"

Anne turned over the envelope, a little at a loss.

"Look at the paint on the edge of the envelope," Mrs. Borg raised her eyebrows, "Does it feel familiar?"

Anne took a look at the paint and recognized it at a glance. It was the emblem of the Francis family.

After peeling off the wax paint, she poured out a golden invitation handwritten by the secretary from the envelope.

"Did the elders of the Francis family actually invite you to attend the family dinner?" Mrs. Boger asked softly, looking at the postman's retreating figure.

"Yes, the letter said that as Anthony's fiancée, I was invited to meet the elderly at home."

Anne silently put down the invitation, her hands trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Tomorrow is Anthony's coming-of-age ceremony, so he himself will naturally be there, but now the family has even invited his "fiancée", which shows that Mrs. Borg's idea is probably right.

Someone wants to bet on him, or on them.

"That is the so-called family postman. Only the largest families in Valinor have family postmen. They will not be blocked from entering any luxurious residence, because they are carrying the most important things that the owner urgently wants to see.

Email." Mrs. Borg said, "So, congratulations, it seems that the title that 'they' have been discussing for a long time should be finalized."
Chapter completed!