Chapter 408 Coming-of-Age Ceremony

"After integrating all the merchants, I want you to do one thing."

"Please, sir." Thomas said respectfully.

Then Sigmund put forward his own request. His idea was very simple, to screen some commodities by controlling the trade routes.

In fact, it is equivalent to the prototype of a national customs department.

In his opinion, Thomas is flexible in mind, loyal to himself, and using some hidden extraordinary methods, he can easily cultivate himself into his own.

With his help, we should be able to find some clues.

Their only advantage now is that the Oracle Church didn't know that they controlled the pastor, and learned everything about the bloodthirsty man from him.

"There's one more thing, about Rebecca."

Hearing the name, Thomas immediately sat up straight.

At this moment, he was extremely thankful, thankful that he did not do retaliatory stupid things to Rebecca just because he learned of Sigmund's departure.

If he really lost his head for a while, then now...it's not his lower abdomen that was blasted to death, but his head.

"Find a way to make her a member of the Commons."

"House of Commons, female congressmen?" Frowning, but Thomas immediately agreed. It should be difficult to operate, and if it was in the past, he should have little ability to control such things.

But Thomas believes that it won't be long before he can master the potential ability to influence the selection of parliamentarians.

Elam is divided into upper and lower houses.

Members of the House of Lords must have aristocratic status, and members of the lower house are relatively loose.

"I did the right thing. It seems that Ms. Rebecca really occupies a very important position in Mr. Henrik's heart." Thomas was secretly proud of himself, and at the same time made up his mind to increase his efforts to please.

The experience of the past few days has made his mood fluctuate. It can be regarded as completely throwing away all worries, and intends to stand firmly by Sigmund's side.

"That's it, go back and rest early."

While talking, Sigmund took out a note wrapped in black cloth and placed it on the table.

"Put your hands on it."

The strong blood can be smelled through the black cloth, but Thomas stretched out his palm without any hesitation. He believed that Mr. Henrik did all this for his own good.

There was nothing abnormal in the whole process. When he let go of his hand, he felt a warmth in his body, and his sore back became straight.

"You are just an ordinary person, you should pay attention to restraint, your physical fitness is too poor, you can't cope with one, and you are called four?"

Thomas looked embarrassed and fled.

After he left, Sigmund lifted the black cloth in his hand, revealing a blood-red notebook.

He opened the notebook, and Bogula's face appeared on the page.

"How about it?"

"A normal person should never drink the blood of a bloodthirsty person."

"Should?" Sigmund asked back.

"I can only guarantee that he has no problems, but if he only ingests a small amount of blood, or the frequency is extremely small, there will be no side effects."

"Well, I understand this." Sigmund nodded, "Any talk about toxicity regardless of dosage is hooliganism."

"When will you let me out?" Bogula looked at Sigmund through a piece of paper.

"Turn left in front and you will see the Glorious Cathedral. I left you there?"

"Forget it...it's pretty good here." Bogula's cheeks twitched, resisting the urge to curse.

In a book that was kept in captivity, it was better to be a dog for the Oracle Church.

"Don't you want to save your people?"

Sigmund's question silenced Bogula.

Snapped!

Sigmund didn't say anything else, closed his notebook and left Thomas' carriage. There was still a beautiful woman waiting for him in the apartment on Elm Street.

The reunion with Ashley after a long absence, of course, needless to say in detail, but Sigmund seemed extraordinarily busy after sleeping soundly.

He first entered Montana's dream and learned about Yvonne's movements from her. Out of various considerations, Sigmund didn't mention the bloodthirsty person, but asked Montana to help him pay attention. Let's see which nobles are closer to the church.

As for Alec and Ruben, since the investigation had just begun and they hadn't left Abetus, Sigmund didn't need to communicate with them through dreams.

Leaving Montana's dream, Sigmund sat in the carriage, noticing the call from the mist.

"It's Juana."

Thinking of the lingering five days and five nights, Sigmund's body trembled slightly, but when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had driven a carriage into Juana's dream.

"I just took a look and didn't do anything." Sigmund silently reminded himself.

But at this glance, he saw the dawn.

The direct consequence was that Sigmon overslept, and when he got up, Ashley was a little surprised.

Obviously not many times, why did you get up so late?

After breakfast, the blood-colored cloak on his body automatically transformed into a well-tailored woolen windbreaker. Holding his cane tightly, Sigmund went downstairs briskly.

It was sunny, and he gave himself a thumbs up.

If it weren't for the series of actions of that Prince Louis, Abetus, with its rapid industrial development, might have become another city of fog.

As soon as he went out, Sigmund noticed the changes on the street.

The trees and street lamps on both sides of the street have been simply decorated. There are obviously no special festivals at the end of September, but Sigmund can feel a special atmosphere in the city.

"Is there any major event going to happen recently?" He asked curiously.

"Don't you know?" Rebecca leaned over her head with a strange expression.

"Princess Charlotte's 20th birthday will be in a few days. Unlike the 16-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, according to the laws of the kingdom, the heir who has reached the age of 20 is eligible to formally participate in the management of the country."

"Of course, as twins, that day is also the birthday of Prince Philip. Such an important day is naturally worthy of national celebration. I heard that the oracle church has officially decided that it will be held on the prince's birthday. The church held a ceremony to officially canonize Prince Philip as the Son of the Holy Spirit."

"Son of the Holy Spirit." Speaking of this identity, Sigmund immediately remembered the ball not long ago.

"Those guys from the Oracle Church are going to do something again?" He thought to himself.

"By the way, is there anything you need to pay attention to about the coming-of-age ceremony? For example, preparing gifts?" Sigmund asked.

Both he and Charlotte were students of Duke Dressel, and it was impossible for him to act as if nothing had happened.

"There will be national celebrations on the day of the birthday, and King Fred will hold a ceremony at the palace..."

"Holding a ceremony in the palace? Wait!" Sigmund was slightly taken aback.

"You said just now that the Church of the Oracle will also confer the canonization of Prince Philip in the Glory Cathedral. There will be two ceremonies for one person. Which one should he attend?"

"Uh." Rebecca was also taken aback for a moment, "Should the time be staggered?"

"I don't think so."

At the same time, in the Duke's mansion, Duke Dressel looked at Charlotte, "On the day of the ceremony, let Sigmund be your guardian knight and attend with you."

Charlotte opened her mouth, but did not say any words of rejection.