The fact that Nefer Hazaro became the new auxiliary bishop caused a stir in the noble circle. They all asked, who is Nefero? Why is his last name Hazaro? Then when everyone finally found out that he was another son of Milani Hazaro and the half-brother of Cesare Lorenzo, they quickly re-examined this man who became an auxiliary bishop at such a young age.

  At the coronation ceremony, the Hasaro family and Duke Lorenzo were present. The young priest, dressed in a white robe, knelt before the goddess with reverence and holiness, and then the bishop gave him a crown and put it on his head, and also gave him the instrument representing power.

  Duke Hazaro looked at his nephew with satisfaction. Melanie was naturally even more proud. Next to her sat her other son, Cesare Lorenzo, who said that he just came to attend the coronation ceremony of his family. Family, the word sounds so warm and rare.

  He folded his arms and looked seriously at the young man in front of the altar. After he had detoxified him, he suddenly said, "Cesare, I want to talk to you."

  Cesare looked at the distressed young man, "What is it, Nefer?"

  "I... have been through some things recently." Nefer found it difficult to speak. How should he tell his brother that he was framed by the bishop? His virginity was taken away by his former adjutant? Virginity, it sounds ridiculous. He is almost 24 years old, but he was still a virgin before that day.

  "Hmm?" Cesare vaguely felt that something was wrong with Nephilim, but he didn't know what it was exactly.

  "I...what I've been through recently has caused everything I've believed in and believed in to collapse." Nefert said distressedly, "I don't know what to do."

  "Brother, are you going to make me guess?" Cesare leaned back in the high-backed chair, silently looking at his brother. "I don't think we are close enough to be like worms in each other's stomachs."

  "I found that my faith in the Goddess, the Pope's Office and the Seminary were all false." Nefere finally spoke out what he had been holding back. "She can't save anyone, and she can't make them feel relieved. Cesare, why can nobles trample on the untouchables at will? Why do those people claim to be loyal to the Goddess, but use their status to play with others at will?"

  Cesare looked at the man, who looked so sad and bitter - the faith he had built up over the past twenty years had all collapsed in a short period of time. However, he laughed, and that laughter made Nefere even more ashamed, and he almost felt that he shouldn't have confided in this man.

  "Nefertari, did you just discover these things?" Cesare looked at his brother, "You are such a simple fool, so simple."

  "Cesare..." Nephilim stared at the man. What did he mean?

  "Nobles... hum..." Cesare snorted. "You and I are both people who make a living at the top of this country by relying on the skin of nobility. Therefore, you and I may have thought that the life and convenience we enjoy are the right thing to do. People with noble status can rise to the top, but those who don't have the support of nobility have only two choices, either sell their souls or sell their bodies." He pointed at Nefertius, "And you, the goddess you believe in, is just a lie they made up to deceive those ignorant people."

  Nefer looked at his brother blankly, wondering how he could say such outrageous words.

  "You fool, have you not discovered it after being in the seminary for so long?" Cesare scolded him, "It is a place full of material desires. Do you think those bishops are devoted to serving the goddess? It's better to serve them than those girls from the slums."

  Nefer murmured, "As expected... so that's how it is..."

  Cesare raised his eyebrows, "Why, were you taken to that place by them?" He had heard that inside the Vatican, there was a place unknown to outsiders, which was used to satisfy the animal desires of the bishops.

  Nefert nodded in shame.

  Cesare raised an eyebrow. "Then you..." He looked Nefertius up and down.

  His younger brother, the always extremely noble young man, now had an expression as if he had lost his parents.

  "It is said that it is quite exciting in there. How is it? Is it fun?" Cesare mocked Nephilim.

  But Naifel said angrily, "Shut up."

  "What position did they promise you?" Cesare suddenly asked. He didn't care about his brother's sex life. He just wanted to know what this man could become and whether he could be used for his own benefit.

  "Auxiliary Bishop," said Nephilim.

  Cesare nodded. "I will attend your coronation ceremony, Nefertius. Remember, I think the same as you do. There are many things I don't like, but if you want to change something in this country, you can only do it after you have power. Do you understand?"

  "I...thought you were just seeking fame." Nefert said a little embarrassedly.

  "Yes, I do seek fame," Cesare confessed. "You have to admit that in this country, if you have status, you can do whatever you want." He pointed at his brother, "So you must learn to seek fame if you want to change this. And I, I can help you. Do you understand?"

  Nefer nodded.

  "Only you can redeem yourself."

  When Nefere was about to leave, Cesare suddenly said.

  Nefert didn't look back, he left in a hurry.

  ——Only you can redeem yourself.

  When Nefert was wearing the white crown, he suddenly remembered these words.

  After praising the Goddess for her gift, he came back to his senses and saw many people with many different expressions.

  The insincerity behind the smiles of those bishops, and his mother, his brother, his uncle, and... he saw the silver dove.

  Their eyes met in the air, and then Nephiel looked away. What was there to be ashamed of at this moment about those cowardly thoughts and the moldy emotions hidden deep in the corner of his heart?

  He laughed, laughing at his own immaturity, naivety, and self-righteousness over the past twenty years. He laughed at himself for living in a belief that was hooked by that exquisite lie and refusing to wake up.

  Nefertl naturally became the protagonist at the banquet after the coronation ceremony. Those nobles who had ignored him in the past came up to him and praised him for his elegant posture in front of the altar.

  Nephile's eyes looked through the crowd and saw Cesare standing not far away. His brother raised his glass slightly towards him, and he knew calmly that the door of conspiracy and darkness was finally opened to him.

  Then he saw Silver Dove. The woman was hiding in the corner and talking to her husband.

  ——Yavini, the cowardly man.

  His uncle, Duke Hazaro, stepped forward and said, "Nefer, my Nefer, congratulations."

  Nefert smiled and said, Thank you, uncle.

  Damis asked him to officiate at the wedding of Lancer and Lindsay, just as he had done for Avennie and Silver Dove. "Of course, I'd be happy to do that," Nefer said. He looked at Lancer and Lindsay beside him, and he smiled, "What a perfect couple."

  Damis nodded and called Lancer over, "Nefer has agreed to be your witness."

  Lanser thought of that incident, when Nefer suddenly barged in. This man, whom he had never taken seriously, did not seem to have made that incident public. Ha, he was just a priest who risked his body and mind to the goddess. Lanser laughed at this man's foolishness in his faith.

  "Thank you so much, our new auxiliary bishop." Lanser said warmly. He looked at Lindsay, "I really hope that our marriage will take place sooner."

  "One more month, dear." Lindsay leaned in Lancer's arms and said happily.

  "A month is too long for me!" Lanser pinched Lindsay's waist, but the woman became stiff again, which made Lanser somewhat unhappy. Lindsay always didn't like him to touch her. He inadvertently glanced at Yinge standing beside him. He thought to himself that he hadn't looked for that woman for a long time. Since Lindsay didn't want him to touch her, he should look for that woman.

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  Nephil naturally noticed Lancer's eyes. He looked at the stupid man with a contemptuous smile. Sooner or later, he would pay the price for this.

  Then Cesare came over, holding his mother's arm. He remembered that Nefere had told him before that he would move out with his mother. The house had been chosen almost, and even though Nefere was unwilling, Cesare paid part of the money on the grounds that I was also her son.

  The house was not far from the Hasaro family, nor from Cesare's house. It was a small building with two floors above ground and one floor underground. The rooms were not as big as those of the nobles' mansions, but it was enough.

  When Melanie saw how outstanding her son was, her almost exhausted mind finally mustered up some energy and she felt happy for her child.

  "When are you going to move?" Cesare asked Nefere. "Everything is ready there."

  "The sooner the better." Nefert said. He had already informed the Duke that he would take his mother away once he returned safely from the City of Whispering Darkness. The Duke did not try to persuade him to stay, perhaps because he knew that it might be good for Melanie to leave this home.

  Cesare nodded, "Then I will arrange the next things."

  When the sun was about to set, Qu Fuer heard a cry coming from the sky.

  She was naturally delighted, as if the cry had become his symbol. And since the man married the queen of the dragon clan, he seemed to be even more lawless. Even the Pope promised that if you were a member of the Knights, you could ride a griffin in the imperial city. But everyone knew that how could an ordinary person ride a griffin?

  She washed the fruit, which Abei had bought from the shopping street himself that morning.

  She sat in her room peeling the fruits and cutting them into small pieces.

  The man came in and picked her up.

  "Eat some fruit." Fuer took a piece of fruit and stuffed it into Cesare's mouth. "Is it delicious?"

  "Delicious." Cesare nodded, "You're even more delicious."

  "Don't say that nonsense." Fu'er laughed, but Cesare fed her more fruit.

  "Let's go out for a while." Cesare suddenly said, "Bai Peng is waiting outside." He looked at Fu'er, "Do you have a thicker robe? It might be a bit cold."

  "Where are we going?" Qu Fuer asked excitedly.

  "Of course it is interesting," Cesare said. "You will know when the time comes."

  After the sun completely set below the horizon, Cesare took Qu Fuer and quietly slipped out. He held her on the white roc and then rode on the griffin himself.

  The white roc spread its wings and flew high into the sky. Qu Fuer had never experienced that kind of experience before, so she naturally grabbed Cesare's arm in surprise and kept asking him to look at the lights of the city and how charming they were.

  "White Peng, fly south to Lingshuang Peak." Cesare patted the griffin's neck. The beast let out a bright cry and spread its wings to fly to the snow-capped mountains in the south.

  "Are we going to Lingshuangding?" Fu'er asked him. It was a mountain in the south of the imperial city. It was very steep and no one had ever climbed it.

  "There's a platform there," Cesare said. "I only found out about it recently. No one has ever flown there before."

  Bai Peng quickly flew to the top of Lingshuang Mountain. As expected, although the mountain was steep, the top was like a platform.

  "This is probably the best place to see the Imperial City." Cesare held Fu'er's hand, "Look at the Papal Palace." He pointed to the towering twin spires in the distance, "That's my home." He pointed to a house not far from the Papal Palace, "It would be great if you could go there one day."

  Qu Fuer knew that this man would often mention going to his house, but she refused out of spite. "Where is that?" She pointed to another dome.

  "That's the seminary," Cesare said. "I once studied there." He held Fu'er in his arms. "That's the headquarters of the Knights. I usually work there."

  "Where is the sparrow house?" Fu'er asked again.

  "Over there, that's West Street, you may not be able to see it clearly." Cesare pointed.

  Qu Fuer looked at the beautiful scenery greedily, as if the stars in the sky had fallen on the earth. It turned out that looking at the ground from above was so beautiful.

  They were like an ordinary couple in that country, sitting on top of Lingshuang Peak and talking sweet words to each other. Qu Fuer avoided talking about the Dragon Queen she met that day, so Cesare didn't know what the girl was thinking.

  It was unknown how long it had passed before Qu Fuer fell asleep in his arms. He reluctantly carried the girl to Bai Peng. "Fly steadily," he said to Bai Peng, "Don't wake her up."

  The white roc spread its wings and glided in the sky. After Cesare carried Fu'er back to the sparrow house, he was about to enter the door when he saw the old woman standing in the yard.

  He naturally knew that it was the housekeeper here, that shrewd old lady who should not be underestimated.

  "It's you." The housekeeper said lightly.

  "Hello," Cesare said respectfully.

  "Is Fu'er like this because of you?" the housekeeper asked again.

  "I think so," Cesare replied. He looked lovingly at the girl in his arms, who was sleeping very soundly.

  The housekeeper shook her head helplessly, "Take her back, I have something to tell you."

  Cesare nodded and put Fu'er back on her bed. The girl seemed to have dreamed of him in her dreams, and she whispered his name.

  But he had to go, even though he loved her so much and wanted to enter her dream so greedily.

  He followed the housekeeper into the office on the first floor of the sparrow house. The old woman hadn't smoked for a long time, a favorite of the Ulianas but never popular in Elima. She rolled a cigarette and put it to her lips to smoke.

  "Please leave Fu'er." The housekeeper said straight to the point.

  Cesare ignored her threats, "We love each other."

  The housekeeper smiled contemptuously, "You two are not suitable." She said, "I have seen too many nobles say that we love each other, but after a few years, they abandon my daughter like a piece of trash."

  "I won't." Cesare told the housekeeper firmly.

  "You are a man who is about to marry the Dragon Queen. What can you promise Fu'er?" The housekeeper's voice was a little hoarse, and when she spoke, it seemed as if it came from a shabby bellows.

  "She doesn't mind, why are you stopping her?" Cesare said impatiently.

  "She may not mind, because she is young and inexperienced, and she was fooled by the sweet words of you people and became dizzy, but I can't help but mind." The housekeeper said, "She is a child I raised, just like my own daughter. I can't see her repeating her mother's mistakes, Duke Lorenzo, I delivered her with my own hands, and I saw her mother die with my own eyes." The old woman stretched out her dry hand, "Back then, Duke Fumer was just like you now, vowing to his mother that he would not let her down, but he married a woman from the Hasaro family in the blink of an eye." The old woman smiled bitterly, "Does it look familiar? Does this plot look familiar?"

  Cesare couldn't refute the housekeeper, indeed their situations were similar. He was about to marry the queen of the dragon clan, and at that time, the Duke of Fumer also had an engaged fiancée.

  "Fu'er is different, and so am I." Cesare pondered for a while, and said to the old woman, "I am not the Duke of Fumer, and she is not Princess Jasmine."

  But the old woman kept her mouth shut stubbornly, as if there was no room for negotiation.

  Cesare said coldly, "If that's the case, I can only take Fu'er away by force."

  "Are you going to expose her to the public?" The old woman rebuked his arbitrariness. "No one knows her identity. In everyone's eyes, she is just an oriental girl from a brothel. Then what? The knight commander who is about to get married favors an oriental woman? Your Highness, for your own good, please don't meet Fu'er again. If you really love her, let her live an ordinary life, okay?"

  "This should be Fu'er's choice, right?" Cesare continued to argue with the woman.

  "But when you sold her to General Yalan, why didn't you let her choose?!" the housekeeper suddenly said in a harsh voice.

  Cesare looked at the old woman in surprise. What did she know? !

  "Who told General Alan that she was in the brothel? Who else could it be except you? My brothel is the most well-informed place in Elima. Do you think I don't know what you did?" The old woman accused Cesare, "I don't know why you approached Fu'er, but at this moment, now, I ask you to let her go - she is just an ordinary girl, don't take advantage of her kindness."

  Cesare's eyes suddenly showed a fierce look, he grabbed the old woman by the neck and said, "Watch your mouth, you will lose your head if you talk nonsense."

  "For example, the truth about the Yuanyue Massacre?" The old woman smiled bitterly, "Duke Lorenzo, aren't you afraid of bringing death to Fu'er?"

  "I will protect her," Cesare said hastily.

  "Who do you think you are?" The old woman showed a disdainful expression as if she was mocking the other party's childishness. "You think too simply. The foundation of this country and the foundation of the nobles have spread for hundreds of years. Do you think you can overthrow it by yourself? Do you think that by framing the matter on the Uliana people, you can cut off the lifeline of Duke Fumer? The Fumer family has been one of the most powerful families in this country since its founding. In addition to the Uliana people, their trading partners are also the Somier people, the Mingxia people, and even the Dragon people. Otherwise, why do you think the Dragon people proposed to trade with Elima? Do you really think your marriage is just a simple exchange of interests? Don't be so self-righteous, Duke Lorenzo, the interests of the nobles are not as simple as you think."

  Cesare loosened his hand, "Who... are you?" He was surprised at the old woman's mind. She looked so old and even a little ugly, but she knew the secrets behind this country like the back of her hand.

  The old woman smiled bitterly, "You don't need to care who I am, I just ask you to let Fu'er go."

  "What if I don't?" Cesare said.

  "Then you will never see her again." said the old woman sinisterly.

  Cesare stood up, pushed open the door, and strode towards Qu Fuer's room. However, the old woman followed his pace and ran towards Qu Fuer's room.

  Cesare pushed open the door of Fu'er's room. His movement woke up the girl. She rubbed her eyes and looked at Cesare in confusion, "What's wrong, Cesare?"

  "Come with me, to my place." Cesare grabbed Fu'er.

  "Why?" Qu Fu'er was a little unhappy, "Didn't we agree that I would wait for you here?"

  "We have been discovered, and your housekeeper mother told me not to see you again." Cesare said hurriedly.

  Fu'er pulled her hand back, "Impossible, she has always loved me the most, how could she not let me see you. Cesare, you are lying, you just want to trick me into going to your place."

  "Can you please be obedient?" Cesare was a little anxious, and he picked up Fu'er.

  "He's right, Fu'er, you should never see him again." The old voice sounded at the door, and Qu Fu'er and Cesare looked at the old woman together.

  "Why, Mom?" Fu'er asked in surprise.

  "No reason. You are not from the same class and should not be together." The old woman reached out to grab Fu'er's hand.

  "But mom, I... I..." Fu'er was so surprised that she couldn't speak. Her mind was spinning rapidly. Maybe it was because of her mother's experience that the housekeeper didn't want them to be together? But... but... "Cesare is not my unknown father," Fu'er explained hurriedly, "I am not my mother either, mom, you must believe me, believe in Cesare, really. I had a hard time crossing mountains and seas to come back to be with him... Mom..."

  Cesare held onto Fré's other hand tightly, and he faced the old woman firmly.

  However, suddenly a surge of stomach churning swept over Qu Fuer. She didn't know if it was because of nervousness or something else, she broke free from the hands of the two men, rushed into the bathroom, and vomited violently while holding the toilet.

  All the fruit I had just eaten was vomited into the toilet——

  She looked at the scene in panic and at a loss, then turned to look at the dejected old woman and Cesare who was also at a loss.

  "Fuer, what's wrong with you...?" Cesare asked hurriedly.

  "You...you..." The old woman hurried forward, grabbed Fu'er's wrist, and gently rubbed it with two fingers. After a moment, she looked at Cesare angrily, "You are harming her!"

  "What?" Cesare and Fu looked at the old woman.

  "You are pregnant, Fu'er." The housekeeper turned to Cesare and said fiercely, "You are harming her..."