(I hope you are feeling good today. Even though the US elections are over, for some reason they are still being celebrated in my country. Anyway, I hope everything will be fine in the end. Even though I don't live in America, I wish you a good future.????????️
I hope that in the end you will To each other not become enemies like the people in my country just because the politicians want you to be. Türkiye is a good example of this.
I won't say more. Enjoy good reading!)
Rick's eyes moved excitedly among the dishes laid out on the table. It wasn't just Rick; the other Heroes wore similarly captivated expressions.
The heavy scent of the beer prepared specifically for Boris wafted through the room, mesmerizing everyone. Elegant musicians played their instruments while the finest Priests arranged the food.
In general, it was reminiscent of a royal feast. Boris quickly took his seat, and the others followed without delay.
As Pope Bartolomeo took his place with deliberate slowness, his gaze remained fixed on Rick, whom he had begun treating like a king.
Rick didn't enjoy these looks. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, quickly taking a sip of his drink to escape the stare.
The Pope signaled for everyone to begin eating, taking a bite from his own plate. Boris, eating a leg of meat in a crude manner, took a hearty swig of his drink. Read new chapters at M V L
Jeanne wrinkled her nose in disgust. Boris merely grinned and took an even larger gulp of his drink. "Frenchie, have you never seen a person eat before?"
Jeanne smirked sarcastically. "I've seen people eat before, but I've never seen a gorilla eat like this. This is a first for me."
"Pss..." Jomei sputtered his drink and coughed, laughing. When Boris shot him a dangerous look, Jomei quickly swallowed and returned to his food.
"Tch, good line, but not funny," Boris frowned. Jeanne just mocked him with a smile and took a delicate bite with her fork.
"Glad to see you're warming up to each other," the Pope interjected calmly, though it was clear from his tone that he was displeased with the pair's behavior. "Perhaps, by getting to know each other, you might even become friends?"
"You're right," Jeanne replied calmly, her gaze turning to Boris. "You start first, bear-man."
"Fine," Boris grinned, unfazed by Jeanne's mockery. "I'm a hunter from the cold lands of Siberia, in Russia."
"A hunter?"
Seeing Rick's curious question, Boris grinned with pride. "Believe it or not, we hunt various animals, including lynx, Siberian tigers, and Siberian martens."
Refilling his beer, Boris added proudly. It was obvious he took pride in his work. "In short, we're in the fur trade."
"That's barbaric! Because of people like you, so many animals are on the brink of extinction!" Jeanne nearly shouted. Boris only grinned. "Strange, isn't it? Remember, France is one of our biggest customers. If you cared so much, you wouldn't buy from us."
As Jeanne pouted, Jomei looked at Boris with curiosity. "Is that legal?"
"Mostly legal," Boris replied calmly. "Sometimes, when times are tough, we bend a few rules."
"Is it really wise to talk about this so openly here?" Jeanne frowned. Boris gave her a bored look. "Do you think Vlad's men are here? So I can say whatever I want."
(Author's note: I am not responsible for this text, written on November 4, 2024.)
"I also have a big family," Boris said warmly. "I have a happy family made up of Vasili, Vanya, Valentin, and Varvara."
"Are those the names of your siblings?" Jomei asked in surprise. Boris laughed and took a drink of his beer. "Of course not! My father isn't stupid enough to name his kids like that."
"Those are my bears' names."
"You keep bears?" Jomei asked excitedly. "If I had the chance, I'd love to keep a bear, even just once."
"Haha, I like you, kid," Boris chuckled with amusement. "If we ever meet in our own world, I promise to bring you a bear."
In a beautiful room, Alice exclaimed excitedly while Solomon shrugged indifferently. He was too lost to focus on Alice's words.
"Hey Solomon? Are you listening to me?" Alice desperately stopped talking and looked at Solomon sadly. Solomon's gaze turned to her, and a fake smile appeared on his face.
"I'm listening to you, Lady Alice. Yes, as you said, the ceremony was wonderful!"
Hearing Solomon, Alice beamed and started to recount excitedly again until Solomon ignored her, and when Alice turned her back, her face reverted to its former emotionless and thoughtful expression.
As Solomon drifted into thought, the sudden knocking on the door caused Alice to turn to the door with curiosity. Solomon opened the door and frowned upon seeing the Prince.
"May I ask why you took the trouble to stop by, Your Majesty?"
Prince Julias looked at Solomon with a cautious, demanding look. His eyes were mostly fixated on Alice. The Prince, slightly pushing Solomon aside, entered without permission and smiled gently at Alice.
"Alice, I didn't know you were here?" The Prince smiled sweetly. Meanwhile, Solomon, realizing he was being ignored, felt a rush of anger that nearly turned his eyes red.
As his emotions fluctuated, the Prince appeared too concerned about Alice to notice. Solomon took a deep breath and calmed himself.
With a dangerous smile on his face, Solomon waited for Alice and the Prince to finish their conversation before turning back to him.
"Solomon. If you allow it, I would like to take a walk in the garden with the Prince today. Would you permit me?" Alice smiled sweetly at Solomon, which nearly made him nauseous. He couldn't tolerate this girl any longer and quickly granted her permission.
"Of course, Lady Alice, we can do that today." Solomon nearly scoffed when he noticed the Prince threatening him with his eyes.
The little devil inside Solomon was almost whispering heavily for him to teach the Prince a harsh lesson. Although Solomon had absolute control over himself, he would allow his emotions to be satisfied this time.
"I would like to have a private conversation with the Prince if it's acceptable for Lady Alice."
Hearing Solomon, Alice giggled cheerfully without thinking too much and left the room. As the sound of the door closing echoed in the room, Solomon approached the Prince without hesitation and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall.
"What are you doing?" Prince Julias said angrily, grimacing in pain. Solomon simply mocked him, leaned down to the Prince's shoulder, and whispered in his ear. "Prince Julias. I didn't like your attitude today, you know?"
"I don't care about your feelings! Let me go immediately! That's an order!"
Seeing the Prince trying to give him orders, Solomon grinned mockingly. "Prince, don't forget, this isn't your father's estate. This is Celestivum. Even Kings have to bow their heads here. All that your kind should do is obey."
"Since you left the capital, your nobility has lost its significance." The Prince widened his eyes in disbelief at Solomon's news. "You're lying!"
Seeing the Prince not believe him, Solomon smirked. "Let me tell you an interesting piece of news. The capital is now run by the Church. Slowly, the entire Council is obeying us, and the people have long wanted you dead."
"This—this can't be true!"
"That's not all. I haven't even told you the best news..."
Seeing the Prince tremble, Solomon grinned with satisfaction. "The King is dead. Your father Henry was executed for treason. The one who did it was none other than your trusted Duke Louis of Orkney."
As Julias knelt on the ground in fear, Solomon sighed and placed a strong seal on the Prince's mind. The sealed information left the Prince bewildered as he stood up, not understanding what was happening.
"Your Highness Solomon, I apologize for being rude to you. I will take my leave." The Prince obeyed Solomon like a sheep.
Solomon nodded in approval and dismissed the Prince.
For now, a simple memory seal would prevent the Pope from learning what Solomon was up to. Solomon was powerful and smart, but he didn't have the strength to confront the Pope.
"Maybe soon..."
Muttering one last time, Solomon left the room without even glancing back.