Chapter 860: Extremely Disloyal, Dishonest Confession
“No one will come here no matter how much you wait. Are you really going to collect evidence to convict Mr. Andre?”

In a monastery at the docks below the city of High Castle, slugs crawled on the wet ground.

But the two officers in the room didn’t care. They still sat around the round table and poured wine from the monastery’s treasured white porcelain cups.

Hearing his friend Besser say this, an officer with gauze wrapped around his chest said with a smile in the Leia language with a strong Franco accent: “Sir Andre holds the military power, and the Border Knights are imminent. Do they dare to make any moves?”

“These days, aren’t those country-bumpkin monks writing letters to that person every day?” Besser picked up a piece of bacon leg and put it into his mouth.

The wounded officer did not answer, but just raised his head and looked towards the river. He looked up every quarter of an hour.

From the four-petal flower-shaped glass window, you can see the calm surface of the Silverhopper River.

Apart from a few small merchant ships passing by, the only things left were ferries and small fishing rafts.

Besser reached out and grabbed the injured officer’s shoulder. “Sochette, don’t take it lightly. I snatched a letter and read it. It didn’t say anything good.”

This old subordinate of Andre took a sip of wine without commenting: “We have nothing to be ashamed of. If we hadn’t expanded the army and integrated Upper River County, the Border Knights would have invaded long ago.

Since last year, Sir Andre has been saying that the Leia people are going to send more troops, but you didn’t believe it. Now it’s happening, isn’t it?
According to what you said, no matter what the character of this Saint Grandson is, he is definitely a smart man, and he will not convict Mr. Andre for a while. “

“That guy looks kind, but he’s actually cruel.” Horn’s performance in the Bloodless Night left a deep psychological trauma on the mountain riders, and until now they only dare to call him “that guy”.

The invincible Princess Meliati has fallen and has been under house arrest until now!
With his eyes lowered, Sochet simply poured a dark mass of pear paste into the wine.

This is a unique way of drinking pears in Cape Flanders. Although pears are produced in abundance in the area, they are small and astringent.

Therefore, the locals would make a paste with pears and herbs, and then add it to mead to drink, which has a similar effect to hops.

After drinking the pear wine, Sochet spoke slowly: “This one is at least willing to show kindness to the world, but the two from Flower Hill City and Holy Seat City didn’t even bother to show their respect.”

Pugliano of the Holy See City mobilized the Border Knights to attack inland, and Sochet was now experiencing it firsthand.

As for the one from Flower Hill City, Sochet is a Frank. Doesn’t he know what kind of person Grandiva is?
“What would you do if Mr. Andre was convicted after the war?”

“Return home and inherit the family property.”

Besser was speechless for a moment. He had forgotten that the Sochet in front of him was a silk merchant in Storm Gorge.

However, his family was only the first generation of silk merchants and had not yet completed the transformation from merchants to upstarts.

This Sochet attended the local Lund University, where he studied at the School of Administration.

This type of college is called the “cradle of prime ministers” by the Franks, especially the School of Administration at Xinqiao University.

But strangely, as a son of a wealthy businessman, Sochet did not choose to get promoted by becoming a tax farmer or courtier of the king.

In France, marriage, purchasing titles, and serving the king are the three major paths for merchants to transform into upstarts.

But Sochet chose to join the army.

It’s a pity that his father was a wealthy businessman, and the title of knight (lifetime non-hereditary baron) he bought was not recognized by the Frankish military system where land aristocrats were rampant.

After serving as squadron leader or company commander (a team of 300 men) for four years, he chose to retire.

After that, he worked as a mercenary, a sailor, a tax collector and a noble courtier.

This time he originally came to Qianhe Valley for business, but was kept by Andre and directly granted the position of city defender.

Who would have thought that the ceiling of his military career in Fran would actually be his starting point in Qianhe Valley.

He made considerable contributions in the defense of Xiongkenbao this time, and it is expected that he will be promoted to the next level and become the commander of the newly formed corps.

Andre has always been generous in giving official positions to these former French subordinates.

While Besser was still chattering, Sochet, who was looking up again, suddenly stood up.

“coming.”

“What’s coming?” “Your Pope of the Thousand River Valley.”

…………

When they arrived at the edge of the dock square with their carriage, horses and luggage, Andre, who had received the news, was galloping towards them on horseback.

Before the man could see the shadow clearly, he heard his heroic laughter: “Valen Taylor, you made me wait so long.”

Without waiting for the horse to stop, Andre dismounted, strode forward, and gave Valentyl a big hug.

The surrounding soldiers, officers and patrolling monks all looked inquisitively.

After exchanging the name of this strange monk, some people finally remembered it.

“Oh, isn’t that the leader of the Holy Sun Righteous Army? He also claimed to be the protector of the Pope in the Western Territory…”

The Pope who guards the Western Territory… Upon hearing this title, several Fran officers nearby couldn’t help but smile in a V-shaped shape.

Andre talked a lot about the ridiculous things he had done when he was drunk. Only when they saw him in person did they feel it was real.

Compared to Andre’s enthusiasm, Valentyl was much colder.

He patted Andre’s back and motioned him to let go. “We encountered rain on the way and were delayed for a few days.”

Andre seemed not to feel the coldness, took a step back, and looked at Valentyl with emotion: “I asked you to come and help several times, but you refused. I thought you really wanted to be an ascetic monk.”

“If it weren’t for His Majesty’s order, I would still be a monk now.” Valentyl looked at Andre with a fake smile, “It’s just that the monastery in Upper River County is incompetent, so I must leave the mountain!”

After hearing Valentyl’s speech, many priests and monks who had been showing joy on their faces were shocked.

How come telling on others has the opposite effect?
“No, the Upper Rivershire Order did a great job, and we had a very pleasant cooperation.”

“You don’t have to speak for them.” Valentyl turned sideways and walked a few steps to the monks. “Your Majesty handed Upper River County to you. Is this how you repay him?”

“Mr. Valentyl…”

“Let me ask you, there are people cultivating the land, why is it reported as wasteland?!
Since wool trade has been resumed at the border, why didn’t you report it even if it was smuggling? Do you have to wait until we arrive before you report it as a remedy? !

The gravel field is in chaos. You are the ones who transported the wool to South Moundshire. What about the tariff?
I heard that you actually bowed to those refugee leaders and listened to them. Whose monks are you? !”

After Valentyl’s few words, the priests were still just aggrieved, but the officers were sweating coldly.

Andre laughed awkwardly and took Valentyl’s arm: “Look at what you said, we are all good guys, we are all flying the flag for the Holy Sun, and we are all people of His Holiness the Pope.

In my heart, there is only one sun under the crown of Pope Horn! “

Valentyl glared at the monks and grabbed Andre’s arm with his backhand: “You did a good job, guarding the gate of Upper River County. His Majesty even praised you as a good man. I don’t know how to love you.”

“Oh, you are too kind. Without the Holy Grandson, I, Andre, would not be where I am today. Why don’t I see His Majesty the Holy Grandson?”

“Shengsun had something to do and got off the ship early.”

“Oh…” Several sharp-eyed officers behind him saw the hair on the back of Andre’s neck stand up, “That’s great, let’s get together first.”

“Business first. Is your head pastor Koko here?”

“Yes.”

A man in a short cloak stepped forward and lifted his cloak to reveal the Cheka emblem: “Sir Andrei, please find someone to lead the way for us.”

“What does this mean?” Andre looked at the silver badge and his eyelids twitched.

“Don’t you know?” Valentyl handed Andre a letter of appointment. “The former head priest Koko is a sycophant, has no faith or principles, is extremely disloyal to the Imperial Order, was dishonest in answering inquiries from the Order, and resisted Cheka investigations. His Majesty has ordered him to be suspended for investigation. I will temporarily take over as the head priest of the Iron Fist Regiment.”

Seeing Andre staring at the letter of appointment in a daze, Valentyl took his hand enthusiastically this time: “Brother Andre, you and I are going to work together again.”

(End of this chapter)