He had long hoped that the king would die soon.

He had always wanted to monopolize the power of the entire Esteria, but the old king just wouldn't die. He was able to handle government affairs even though he was tormented by headaches every day, which always restricted his power.

If he died and the young prince took the throne, he would be easily controlled by him and his power would be much greater than it is now.

But now that the doctors from Great Wei have arrived, the king is expected to recover, and the days of his sovereignty are further away.

He is already forty years old, and it is unknown how long he can live. It would be a pity if he could not realize his wish in his prime.

He is God's most loyal servant. He is a hundred times more sincere than the king, and he deserves supreme power.

He wanted to drive away all the people from Wei, especially Princess Rong, so that she would not be able to continue treating the king.

He called a few trusted people to discuss how to deal with the situation.

"Your Excellency the Bishop, the people have arrived." Outside the door, the trusted monk reported in a low voice.

The bishop straightened his robes and regained his composure: "Let them in."

Three men in black robes entered the room silently.

Leading the group was Marcus, the Inquisitor of the Metropolitan Inquisition, a man with hard grey eyes and a hooked nose.

Next was Chief Physician Heinrich, one of the king’s personal physicians.

Finally, there is Albrecht, the deputy commander of the palace guards, an ambitious young man.

"You have already seen the situation," Bishop Moss lowered his voice, "The oriental witch used evil means to confuse the king.

If she continues to receive treatment, the king may fully recover, and our influence in political affairs will be greatly weakened."

Inquisitor Marcus smiled grimly: "According to church law, any treatment method that uses needles to prick the human body can be considered witchcraft. We can arrest her for heresy."

"No, this is too obvious." Chief Physician Heinrich shook his head. "The king has complete faith in her now. We need a more covert method to make her treatment look like an accident."

The bishop's eyes lit up: "Go on."

"I can mix something special into the medicine she prepares."

Heinrich gave a sly smile.

"Let the king take the medicine and his condition suddenly worsen. Then, we can justifiably accuse her of intending to murder the king, or say that she is simply incapable of healing the king."

The bishop nodded with satisfaction: "This is a very good idea. Marcus, you are responsible for preparing the 'evidence'.

Heinrich, when she comes to see the King again in three days, make sure you have access to her medicine.

Albrecht, when the time comes, you will take people to search the embassy, ​​and then return to the palace to cooperate and create an opportunity for Heinrich.

Remember, act quickly and don't give them time to react."

The four of them planned until late at night, detailing every step.

The bishop finally raised his glass, his eyes flashing with a sinister and excited light: "For the glory of God and the Church."

"For the glory of God and the Church." The three murmured in agreement and drank the sinful wine.

The next day, Emperor Qiyi got up early in the morning and after morning exercises with the old prince, he prepared to take everyone shopping to appreciate the customs and culture of Esteria.

After getting ashore, I never walked around the streets here, let alone got a deep and intuitive look at the lives of ordinary people.

When Jack learned about this, he enthusiastically served as a guide.

Before leaving, Edward told him to take good care of the guests from Wei, and he always did his duty.

The group did not take a carriage, but walked out so that they could experience it more carefully.

The late autumn sun shines coldly on the spire of St. Mary's Church.

This is the tallest building in the capital. They saw it when they first entered the capital yesterday.

As we walked through a relatively narrow alley, we could hear the sound of hammering from a blacksmith's shop in the distance.

A burly man, with his cloak covering his mouth and nose, walked past them, cursing, "This damn place is always filled with the mixed smell of rotten fish and fresh horse manure."

He dodged two bloody-handed helpers who were carrying cowhide. The fat that had not been scraped off the hide rubbed against his shoulders, leaving sticky marks on his tweed coat.

These people just glanced at these people from the Wei Dynasty dressed in gorgeous clothes and were no longer curious.

"Fresh Cornish cod!" An old woman with missing front teeth suddenly poked the fish head in front of the man's eyes, and the scales shone blue in the sunlight.

The man was about to push away when a sharp noise suddenly erupted from the west end of the group.

The sheriff in his scarlet doublet rode past the vegetable stalls, and the crackling of the various greens under the iron hooves looked like the broken cervical vertebrae when a traitor was hanged.

On the second floor of the tavern, a prostitute emptied her chamber pot onto the road where the sheriff was passing.

The yellow liquid splashed onto the burlap cloth of the bread stand, and the owner immediately banged the counter with a wooden stick: "Damn bitch!"

But his curses were soon drowned out.

Three debt-slaves in iron collars were being driven through the crowd, their shackles leaving bloody marks on the ground.

Emperor Qiqihar frowned when he saw such a street. What kind of life was this for the common people?

"Princess Zhenguo, is this how the people of Estheria live?" Yu Yuanzheng found it funny to see Emperor Qi's expression of intolerance.

It was he who wanted to take this narrow alley.

It is where the lowest class of people live.

All kinds of dirt and mess are concentrated in this area.

“Your Majesty, this country is still in a slave society.

Those are slaves, and their status is even lower than that of the slaves in our Great Wei.

Their lives were not guaranteed and they could be killed by slave owners at any time. They were no different from animals."

"The King of Saxony is so incompetent." Emperor Qiyi let out a long sigh.

"Their king does not have the final say and is greatly influenced by religion. The Pope can sometimes appoint or dismiss a country's monarch. Their minds are controlled by religious ideas," Yu Yuanzheng explained.

Emperor Qi didn't want to see all this filth, so after walking out of the alley, he asked Jack to take him to a more prosperous place.

This time they saw a more presentable street.

There is a wide variety of valuable goods on display.

Emperor Qiqi specially went into a store that specialized in selling various glass products.

Everyone showed great interest.

The transparent or semi-transparent glass products are an eye-opener.

Of course, in Yu Yuanzheng's eyes, it was very rough, but for others it was pleasing to the eye.

"Mother, this thing is very easy to break. I spent so much money to buy it, but it broke after not long. What a pity." Shangguan Changyu said.

Once in the eldest prince's study, he saw a cup that Jack had brought. He accidentally knocked it to the ground. The sound of it breaking is still fresh in his memory.

"Well, it's easier to break than our ceramics, but this thing actually has the technology to break even lower than ceramics. If it breaks, just buy it. So this is why mother must get this technology."

"Oh, I see."

Emperor Qiqi took a fancy to a set of cups and was interested in it, so he planned to buy it and take it back.

When I asked the price, I was surprised.