Game of the World Tree

Bishop Winster leaned over slightly and saluted respectfully.

His movements were standard and graceful, and he kept it going for a long, long time.

The Queen's dismissal was delayed, and Bishop Winster's head was not lifted for a long time.

It was not until the two sides were silent for a long time that Maria II sighed softly:

"Sir Bishop... I'll be excused."

The voice was old and majestic, but it seemed to no longer have the tenderness that had just called for Bishop Winster.

Bishop Winster's movements paused slightly.

He slowly got up, some hiding and some complicated eyes once again turned to the twilight queen, only to find that the other party no longer looked at him, but continued to look out the window.

Maria II was half lying on the bed.

The golden sunlight fell on her body, and the slanted and long shadow of the queen was cast on the soft and gorgeous elf carpet on the ground, making her hunched and thin figure even smaller.

It is hard to imagine that such a weak and thin body carried the entire huge Holy Mania Empire.

A gust of breeze blew from the window, blowing Maria II's somewhat messy hair even more messy.

Her eyes stopped on the solitary tall and lush buckeye tree in the garden outside the window, looking at the lush branches and leaves, watching the birds jumping happily between the treetops, she was slightly dazed.

Bishop Winster recognized it. It was a tree that the Queen planted with him when she was still young.

At that time, it was just a slender sapling, but now, it has a rich and huge shade.

It's just that the girl who once giggled and ran around the growing saplings used to stick to the girl's back like a follower, the crying little devil, but he was never seen again.

"His Excellency, I want to go to the palace tower to see, can you accompany me?"

After a long time, the voice of Maria II came again.

Her voice was hoarse and majestic.

However, under the majesty, Bishop Winster seemed to hear a pleading filled with loneliness.

This made the refusal he had prepared for "His Majesty is weak and needs to rest and should not move around" stuck in his throat, and he was unable to say it for a long time.

With a light sigh, Bishop Winster slowly turned around and looked out the door, intending to call the maid in, but was quickly stopped by the Queen:

"You don't need to call anyone else, just you and me, you help me, help me down..."

Bishop Winster paused again.

He hesitated for a moment, but facing the firm gaze of Maria II, he finally sighed in his heart and went up to it.

Respectfully extending his hand, Bishop Winster lifted Maria II up with the most standard gestures when the clergy helped the elderly queen during the sacrificial ceremony.

The Queen's body was thinner than expected, and her arms were already dry, like dead branches.

Bishop Winster supported her without feeling much weight.

"Your Majesty! Why are you up?!"

The maids and guards were taken aback when they saw the queen who was supported by Winster at the entrance of the palace.

They wanted to step forward to help Maria II, but were stopped by her shaking her head:

"No, I feel I have some strength now, I'm going to the tower to see..."

"His Majesty……"

Seeing the trembling appearance of Maria II, the maids and guards looked worried.

However, facing the majestic and unquestionable gaze of the Queen, they finally bowed their heads, fell respectfully behind them, and followed them towards the tower in the palace.

The tower of the palace is the tallest building in the whole palace, where it can overlook the beautiful scene of the whole city of Mania.

Maria II has always liked to climb the tower and overlook the scenery of the capital.

It's just that she hasn't been there since she became seriously ill two years ago...

Winster helped the elderly queen and walked towards the tower.

On weekdays, they could walk in five minutes at most, but they walked on and off for twenty minutes.

And when she started to climb the tower, Maria II's weak body was also full of exhaustion. Every time she took a few steps, she had to take a breather and rest for a long time...

"Your Majesty... or... let's go back?"

Seeing the difficult and painful appearance of the Queen, Bishop Winster couldn't help saying.

Maria II did not answer, but shook her head firmly.

One of her withered arms, one gripping the armrest, had been resting on Bishop Winster's shoulder.

That trembling body was unprecedentedly determined.

Bishop Winster sighed secretly, and quietly turned a trace of faith into a blessing and sent it into the body of Maria II.

Maria II paused slightly.

The next moment, her movements seemed to be a lot easier.

After an unknown time, the two finally climbed the tower, the highest point of the Imperial Palace.

Struggling to stand up from Bishop Winster's support, and refusing another support from the maid, Maria II panted and leaned on the railings to the viewing platform of the tower.

Standing on the stage, her eyes looked beyond the tower, towards this beautiful city with the reputation of "Light of the Empire".

Here, you can see the magnificent scenery of the entire city of Mannia, whether it is the tall landmark of the outer city Dorolia Castle and Prison, or the sacred and solemn eternal cathedral in the inner city, you can see it clearly.

Here, you can see the crisscrossing streets in the city, the elegant buildings lined up in rows and rows, and the sparse pedestrians on the streets...

Maria II's eyes swept across the spire of the Eternal Cathedral, over the flags of the Empire fluttering on the Sacred Square, over the gloomy and solemn Doloria Castle at the end of the main road, and finally stopped at the flame-like sky in the sky. In the red cloud...

The twilight is dim, the setting sun is like blood, and the sunset at the end of the sky is like a golden-edged sunset, which is round at this time.

The radiant, piercing eye mask is like a dream, so unreal.

The church bells rang out, and flocks of white doves flew from the square and flew around the towers in the city.

The setting sun shed golden light on the earth, and the entire city of Mannia was covered with a cicada-like golden gauze, and even the earth was covered with a mysterious color.

Looking at the magnificent scenery under the setting sun, the Queen's eyes were a little blurry.

She gently stretched out her hand and reached out into the air, as if she wanted to grab something, but in the end, she slowly retracted it...

"It's dusk..."

Maria II sighed softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it is already dusk."

Bishop Winster sighed deeply.

Maria II nodded lightly, her turbid eyes cast into the distance, and finally stopped at the Graycastle of the Noble Parliament Building next to the Holy Square.

Her eyes suddenly darkened.

"The Great Council...isn't it over yet?"

she asked.

"Go back to Your Majesty, not yet."

Bishop Winster replied.

After listening to his words, the aged queen seemed to have thought of something, sneered, and slowly shook her head:

"They're all arguing about who will succeed the throne? These worms have everything in their hearts, but there is no Holy Mania Empire..."

Bishop Winster was silent and did not answer the topic of Maria II.

And after Maria II said a few words, seeing that the other party did not respond, she seemed to have lost interest.

She quietly looked at the sunset in the sky, and said no more.

Gradually, the setting sun gradually converged and became gentler.

It walked slowly like a human, slowly approaching the distant mountains.

The brilliance is no longer dazzling, just a red ball, like a round of magic lights with soft flames.

"Your Excellency, can I ask you one thing?"

The queen suddenly spoke again.

"Your Majesty, please speak."

Bishop Winster was respectful and authentic.

Maria II slowly turned back and looked at him.

There was a hint of silence in her turbid emerald eyes:

"Politics is cruel, but little Teresa is innocent."

"I never raised her as an heir, she should have been a carefree girl..."

Saying that, Maria took a look at Bishop Winster, with a hint of prayer in her eyes:

"Your Excellency, if one day in the future... Teresa encounters difficulties, can you help her because of my friendship?"

After listening to Maria II's words, Bishop Winster sighed in his heart.

He knows.

The heir to Maria II was not supposed to be Princess Teresa.

Her heir, she should have placed high hopes on her, was already the only son of the legendary Sword Saint, Grand Duke Xilin.

He was an excellent man and a qualified heir to the throne.

Unfortunately, in a rebellion a few years ago, the archduke unfortunately died in a duel with the rebel leader, leaving only his young daughter Teresa...

"Your Majesty, I am the Cardinal Archbishop of the Empire and one of the electors of the Church. Naturally, I will support Princess Teresa when she encounters difficulties."

Bishop Winster replied.

However, after listening to his response, Maria II did not seem to be too satisfied.

She slowly lowered her eyelids, her voice a little lonely:

"Just... is it the bishop?"

Bishop Winster was silent.

After a while, he opened his mouth to answer, but was stopped by the queen.

"Well, that's it..."

"Master Wenster, you... step back, I want to see the scenery here by myself... I want to be alone for a while..."

Maria II said.

Her voice no longer had a trace of fragility, but completely restored its former majesty.

Majestic and alienated, alienated and lonely.

Bishop Winster opened his mouth and stared blankly at the Queen's back, a trace of apology flashed in his eyes.

After hesitating for a long time, he bowed deeply to the Queen's back:

"Yes, the sun of the empire, the great queen..."

Then, slowly retreat.

However, when he reached the stairs of the tower, Bishop Winster couldn't help but stop.

He looked back at the empress who was getting smaller and smaller under the setting sun, and let out a long sigh:

"Teresa...is my granddaughter after all, no matter what time comes, I will protect her life and safety..."

"As long as I still have a breath, I will keep her safe."

Hearing Bishop Winster's words, Maria II's back trembled slightly.

Her fingers gripping the railing clenched slightly, then slowly loosened.

Bishop Winster did not stay any longer.

He turned around and resolutely left the tower.

The Imperial Palace at dusk seems to be even more lonely.

I don't know if it was time for dinner, even the figures of the maids and guards seemed to be a lot less.

Bishop Winster walked alone on the avenue of the palace and walked outside the palace. His shadow was long and long in the setting sun, and behind him, the magnificent palace had slowly sunk into darkness.

Suddenly, the harsh sound of the bell came from a distance, and Bishop Winster paused slightly.

The bell sounded not from the direction of the church, but from the imperial palace behind him.

And the bell in the palace will only ring when there is a major event in the empire.

The last time it sounded was when the news of the death of the Grand Duke of Xilin reached the capital a few years ago.

The sound of the bell was dull, heavy, and deafening. A full twelve beats echoed in the empty sunset sky... For a long time, there was no calm.

Hearing the bell, Bishop Winster couldn't help but turn his head to look at the tower.

There was a trace of sadness, a trace of sadness, and a trace of daze in the depths of his eyes.

Twelve bells represent only one thing in the history of the Empire.

That is the emperor of the empire, returning to the kingdom of the true gods...

A trace of crystal glitter flashed in the depths of Bishop Winster's eyes.

He wiped the corner of his eyes lightly, and without any hesitation, walked out of the palace.

At this moment, Bishop Winster knew that with the long ringing of the palace bell, the era of the past slowly came to an end...

...

On June 17, 1073, Eternal Era, Queen Maria von Tres II, who had ruled the most powerful empire in the continent of Seggs for 70 years, died in the tower of the Imperial Palace at the age of 84. .

And after three days, the big nobles of the empire finally overcame the opposition of the small and medium aristocrats, and gained the dominance of the parliament and the proposal for the heir to the throne.

When she was less than 15 years old, Princess Teresa, the granddaughter of Mary II, won the election with five votes and one abstention from the current six electors, and was established by the nobles and the church as the new queen of the empire.

In order to distinguish another queen in the history of the Empire who was also named Teresa, the new queen was called Teresa II.

Seven days later, Teresa II was officially crowned emperor in the Eternal Cathedral.

Because of the holy war, most of the nobles were unable to be present. In addition, the treasury was empty after years of war, and the coronation seemed rather shabby. Only the representatives of nobles in the Imperial Council of nobles and the nobles of the court attended.

But even so, the young girl finally officially took over the scepter of the empire and put on a heavy crown.

One day after Teresa II succeeded to the throne, the Imperial Council of Nobility issued the first edict after the succession of the new emperor in the name of the queen, and formed a regent cabinet with the participation of the great nobles and the archbishop.

In order to win the Great Holy War, to defeat the ambitious infidels, and to replenish the empty treasury and the exhausted army, the Imperial Parliament unanimously passed a new tax bill and a draft bill proposed by the cabinet.

In the bill, the imperial center loosened various restrictions on the nobles, and agreed to increase new taxes on the major consulates, recruit more soldiers, and form a new coalition of nobles.

When the news spread, there was an uproar all over the empire, and people's grievances were boiling.

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Embarrassing, too many settings, eating books.

Chapter 611 said that the queen is a legend, and now it is corrected in time, that chapter has been changed to gold.