Chapter 576: Letter from Blood Harbor
The letter was written by Hughes, who hoped that Gwen could come and help look after the priests of the Church of Silence.
This statement made Gwen a little confused. The people in the Temple of Silence were knocked unconscious by the white fog, so why were they looking for her?
Of course, Zeus couldn't explain the reason - since Little Gwen couldn't be found, he could only ask Big Gwen to replace him. Maybe it would work?
No one knows why the priests of the Temple of Silence have not woken up yet. Zeus knows the reason, but little Gwen didn't tell him how to treat it!
It was only reasonable that Big Gwen should pay back Little Gwen's debts.
Moreover, Gwen had been in the North and had never returned by train. Hughes was quite curious about her expression when she saw Blood Harbor and Castel. Would she be scared crazy and do something embarrassing?
It is said that the Banshee even opened a handicap for this.
"Looking forward to your visit. There is an attachment attached to this letter, please check it."
Gwen spelled the sentences in the letter with some difficulty. She learned spelling from Nora and didn't use it seldom, so her spelling was quite average. Hughes was of noble birth and was used to writing in an elegant manner.
"The word is not 'subsidiary', but 'attachment', Sister Gwen." Grisha said curiously.
Gwen glared at him, then suddenly froze: "You, you learned to spell?"
"Not only can I read, I can write, but my level is only very low and I haven't studied it for long." Grisha smiled foolishly.
"How much can you read? Can you read this entire letter?"
"Well, that's about right."
Gwen's face twitched.
She had been studying with Nora for nearly a year, and she had only reached her current level. How long had Grisha been studying with Castel? A week?
"You learn very quickly."
"Not really fast. Miss Bettys, who taught us to read, said that the person who counts the money in her job has to start learning calculus in a week, which is fast." Grisha said shyly. "By the way, Miss Bettys's fried fish is especially delicious!"
"Wait, why are the people who teach you also selling fried fish?"
"Miss Bettys originally sold fried fish, and teaching us to read was just a side job. Sister Gwen, the people in Castel are very powerful, and it seems that everyone there can read!"
Gwen looked at Grisha, then at the letter in her hand, and suddenly she began to hesitate.
She was just a farm girl, and apart from being strong, she had no special abilities. What could she do if she really went to Castel?
Farming? Does farming require so much strength? You don't have to fight with rye and fruits and vegetables.
"Grisha, why don't I go to Castel for now?"
"Sister Gwen, there is an attachment with this letter. Do you want to take a look first?"
"Um?"
Only then did Gwen notice that Grisha had a square box on his back. The size of the box was neither too big nor too small, which was a bit suspicious. Grisha took the box off his back and handed it to Gwen carefully.
Gwen hesitated for a moment, but still opened the box, and then she and Nora stared at each other.
Bang! She slammed the box shut again.
Gwen took a deep breath and slowly opened the box again, looking at Nora whose face was getting darker and darker inside the box.
"No, Nora-sama!"
Nora glared at Gwen fiercely.
"Well, Lady Nora, I, I didn't mean to do that. It was a little too scary to open the box and see a head."
Gwen's voice trailed off.
Grisha's eyes began to wander, and he took a few steps back without making a sound. When the two men weren't paying attention, he quickly ran away.
The next moment, Nora's angry rebuke echoed throughout the Scourge Prison.
Alexei picked up the pen and signed the document, then took out the seal and stamped it, putting it neatly aside. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his eyebrows and leaned back in the armchair.
The North has a lot of troubles to deal with. If it were just construction, it would be fine, but the local political ecology is very complicated. The lords and nobles from all over the place are intertwined and collude with each other to fight against Caster openly or secretly.
Alexei was forced into a corner. No agreement could be reached, and the various projects could not be implemented. So he simply brought Hunter back from Blood Harbor, made a list, and sent the expeditionary force to negotiate with them directly.
Alexei actually had quite a bit of political skill. After all, he had risen from an orphan with nothing to the head of the Royal Military Academy, and he had plenty of experience in fighting against others.
But he was too lazy to deal with these useless pieces of mud.
Are you kidding? The expeditionary forces’ guns are pointed at their heads, yet they are still thinking about playing power games. The real smart people would have taken action long ago.
People like Grand Duke Alvarez surrendered faster than he advanced, and that was what gave Alexei a headache.
The expeditionary forces fully supported Alexi's order and wiped out the local forces in the north in less than a week. Now there are a new batch of prisoners in the Scourge Prison, waiting to be sent to the Inquisition to start their second life.
Alexei could not help but smile. The sound of the nobles crying and begging for mercy still made him feel happy when he thought about it now. How about going to the prison and listening to it for a while to relax?
Suddenly, a little head poking in from the door caught his attention.
Gwen was holding a piece of paper in her hand and looking in curiously.
"What's wrong?"
Gwen forced a smile and walked in with a somewhat unnatural expression.
She was just a farm girl, and the biggest important person she came into contact with was an ordinary priest of the Silent Temple like Nora.
The person in front of me is the Archbishop of Truth of the Empire, the actual ruler of the North, the executioner who slaughtered the noble lords, and the one who compiled the holy text, Lord Alexi!
Although Gwen didn't quite understand the power structure of the Imperial Truth, she knew that the person in front of her was roughly equivalent to the Pope, and there were countless Noras between him and her.
"Great, Archbishop"
"Oh, Gwen, what's up, have you decided to go to Castel?"
Gwen couldn't help shuddering when she heard the word "Castle", but she still said with gritted teeth: "Yes, yes, you know that too?"
"Of course I know that the Lord is actually very concerned about this matter, otherwise he would not have written to you personally. Of course, the Banshee seems to be more concerned."
That's real concern, the odds have already been opened.
Gwen looked flattered, like a kitten that had suddenly been stuffed with a whole fish.
She quickly handed over the application in her hand, and Alexei glanced at the note and saw his name on it.
"Take it and go. There will be a train heading south in a while. You can take it. If everything goes well, you can even have dinner in Blood Harbor."
It was only noon now, and the train to Blood Harbor would only take a few hours.
Alexei smiled as he watched Gwen leave.
Those who went to Castres for the first time did not have a smooth journey.
(End of this chapter)
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