Although Bazel was not smart, he could also hear that Count Müller was disgruntled, and whispered: "It would be understandable if someone else did this, but it is too strange for Frank to do such a thing as the crown prince, no wonder people call him a 'rebel of the royal family'." Looking at a book ? ?· ｙＫＡＮＳＨＵ·ＣＯＭ”

Prince Zygmunt smiled, and then Bazel's words made a seemingly fair assessment of Frank's Reformation plan:

Since he could not get money from the treasury or the church, Frank had to find other sources of money, imitating the church's practice of selling indulgences, selling tax-exempt warrants in the name of charity, and co-opting merchants, factory owners, and usurers, who held most of the gold and silver of the empire, and Frank's friendship with business tycoons such as Weinstein and Fogel could get financial support on the one hand, and on the other hand, he could also get the support of contacts and public opinion. For him it is a double win, as for the state finances...... As long as Frank is still the crown prince and not the emperor for a day, his interests will not be fully aligned with the interests of the country, remember how His Majesty criticized him? ”

"'Frank was intoxicated by the starry sky above him, but disdained to look down at the muddy road beneath his feet,' said His Majesty. Count Muller quietly changed his tone, "Actually, this can't be blamed on His Royal Highness the Prince, he was born in the royal family, and it is natural to face people and things with the mentality of a leader, he only needs to decide what to do, as for how to do it, the people below are worried about it, this is not the embodiment of the king's demeanor." ”

Zygmund nodded, "Frankly, our Highness is not completely ignorant of the suffering of the people, he wants to reform the Inquisition but has no funds, so he came up with such a strange idea to raise funds, although it will cause damage to the national tax revenue, but he does get a lot of money, and he has achieved his goal, at least much better than those sons who can only dream and achieve nothing??? ?One? Reading ???· ｙ?Ｋ?Ａ?Ｎ?Ｓ?ＨＵ·ＣＯＭ”

Speaking of taxation, Count Muller had another headache, and reluctantly smiled and diverted the topic: "It is said that His Excellency Gregory was very dissatisfied with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's practice, and even complained to His Majesty the Emperor, saying that he sold honorary priesthood certificates in the form of fundraising, and let those who did not know anything about divine arts and could not talk about piety put on sacrificial robes in a grand manner, and used the banner of Perot to collect money, which seriously ruined the reputation of the church. ”

The prince sneered, "I want to be fair to Frank in this matter, Gregory, as the ecumenical patriarch of the Church, is in charge of the 'Perot Foundation', the largest magic bank in the empire, and if he agrees with Frank to raise money from the Foundation to reform the Inquisition, Frank will not have to dig out his mind to do this trick tonight." ”

Count Müller shrugged: "Of course Your Excellency Gregory would not do that, in fact he was against the Reformation Inquisition at all, perhaps in his eyes there are heretics lurking everywhere in the empire that deserve to be burned at the stake, the only person in this country who can force the old saint to bow his head is our Emperor His Majesty, but I don't understand why Your Majesty didn't hand over the management of the Perot Foundation to Frank, does Your Majesty trust Gregory more than his own son?" ”

Zygmunt touched his chin and groaned, "I can't guess Your Majesty's thoughts, he and Gregory are the same era, maybe deep down he can't get used to the drastic reforms of young people, nostalgic for the order of the old era, and wants Gregory to balance Frank and stabilize this young and vigorous horse." ”

"His Royal Highness Frank is a Perro voter, has the courage to change the evils of the times, and what is even more rare is not to put on the stand of the crown prince, respect talented people, and get along well with ordinary people; His Excellency Gregory is a respected moral exemplar of the world, a living saint, a defender of tradition, and if the young elect can work closely with the old saints, it will be a great blessing to our country and the Church, but it is a pity that ......" Prince Zygmunt did not continue, and looked over the shoulders of Count Muller to the door of the banquet hall, his expression suddenly becoming a little delicate.

At some point, an old man appeared in front of the banquet hall. He was dark and thin, slightly hunchbacked, with large, powerful palms holding the scepter, and the back of his hand protruding with green tendons like earthworms, looking like an old peasant who could be found everywhere in the fields, wearing an earthy linen robe, and the only thing on his body that matched the luxurious atmosphere in the hall was the golden scepter in his hand that exuded strong magical fluctuations.

The old man made eye contact with Prince Zygmunt, and the prince bowed to him with his right hand on his chest, and the old man nodded slightly, then looked away, and scanned the hall with indifference and condemnation, as if to see all the depraved men and women, and forgive false accounts.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly turned cold, people all looked at the door, their eyes touched the old farmer-like pastor Pero, and in an instant everyone changed their faces, and they didn't dare to drink fake accounts and dance without fake accounts.

The music in the hall stopped abruptly, and the people avoided the old priest's gaze, bowing their heads deeply and not daring to come out.

The old priest didn't say a word, just quietly looked at this group of celebrities who were still having fun just now, and the condemnation in his eyes gradually turned into a thick contempt.

This uninvited guest, who was out of step with the atmosphere of the night banquet, was the de facto pope of the Imperial Curia, the "universal patriarch" and "saint" Gregory Constantine. Facing the panicked crowd in the hall, Gregory opened with a sarcastic question: "It's strange that I've heard that a charity dinner is being held here to raise money for the rescue of stray dogs, but why can't I see a single dog?" ”

"This damn old man, he deliberately came to spoil the scenery!" The most annoying person came uninvited, and Prince Frank couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and cursed in a low voice and was about to rush towards Gregory.

"My Highness, you must not be impulsive!" Jacob Fogel's eyes were quick, and his fat body suddenly bounced up, and the wind chased after him, hugging Frank and persuading him to calm down.

If the Crown Prince and the Holy See Patriarch were to fight at a banquet, it was destined to become a big scandal, and the consequences would be so serious that Jacob Fogel could not have imagined it.

At this time, Grofa also came to his senses, and hurriedly ran over to help Fogel hold down the angry crown prince, and the two of them grabbed his arms one left and one right, and finally pulled him out of the hall with all their might.

Palatina hurried out and joined the team in persuading Frank to discourage. Grofa noticed that although Frank's face was ugly, his eyes were still calm, and he couldn't help but suspect that he had just feigned rage, in order to give himself a step down, if this was the case, this man's scheming was too deep.