Chapter 11 The Blessing Form the Highest Priest

"What makes you so sure that the Queen will get married according to your arrangement?" The nobleman sneered.

The old man smiled:

"She will, when everywhere is full of rebellion, and the Square Street is full of protesting crowds. Even as she lies in her bedroom bed, she can hear the people crying out for her to step down. She will do as I say."

Susan felt the cold in the room. The fire in the fireplace pulsed a few times and finally died out, leaving only the faint fishy red of the coals.

The nobleman and the old man stared at each other in silence, their faces blurred in the shadows.

After a moment,

"I wish your grace get your desires fulfilled." the nobleman said coldly.

The old man chuckled:

"Henry, you have never let me down. This time, I believe it will be the same. A month, Henry. You only have a month. It's up to you to be king or say goodbye to your Northern Fleet forever."

Perhaps the nobleman's face was too ugly. The old man smiled and patted his shoulder:

"Henry, look on the bright side. If you become the king, you will have the biggest power, and the richest woman will sleep on your bed. Moreover, I believe the Queen will not mind that you have a few female subordinates."

The nobleman's face was obscure.

The old man patted his shoulders again and said: "I will wait for your good news." then he turned and walked to the door.

His entourage followed him like a big shadow brushed the floor.

When the old man passed Susan, he looked at her inadvertently and was suddenly frozen

The old man stopped in front of Susan and gazed at her for a while.

Susan lowed her head, holding her breath.

"You know, child, you have a beautiful pair of eyes. They can lead lost souls in the darkness. I wish I had been led by it." the old man said gently.

What does he mean?

Susan was confused and nervous. She felt she should say something to show her respect to this high-rank, powerful old guy. But she has no idea what she should say.

Thank you? That's so weird.

And what did he mean, "I wish I had been led by it."? She almost thought he was flirting with her if he was not so old.

Susan frozen there, her neck felt sore, but she kept her posture and silent.

Then she felt something on her head.

It's warm and dry with the pressure.

A kind, old, but majestic sound came from above her.

"May the gods bless you, my child."

That's the old man's hand. Susan realized he had put his hand on her head. What was that for? Blessing? A high-rank aristocracy blesses a countryside, nobody girl? That's rather odd.

Susan knew as common sense she should be moved or delighted at least, but she wasn't.

When the old man placed the hand on the top of her head, Susan did not feel a gentle blessing but an icy pressure pressing down her head like a heavy scepter.

She was scared and couldn't figure out the meaning behind the weird scene nor how to react.

Luckily, before Susan figured out how to respond, the old man turned around and left.

The door opened and closed.

The room regained its silence.

A nobleman's entourage went to add wood to the fireplace and relighted the fire.

Susan stood at a loss for words. What she had just heard and seen was too much for her. She never knew that the high Queen could be easily pulled off the throne. And she never imagined a man would be so struggling to be a King. How pathetic for herself and them.

While Susan was in a daze, she heard someone come to her.

"The Highest Priest has blessed you," said the nobleman in a low voice, and he stared at her as if trying to see something in her face.

Highest priest?

Susan shrugged slightly: "So I guess he is not so often to bless a nobody?"

Susan was not a religious person. She only believed in gods in the actual time of crisis and prayed to them. But inside her heart, this so-called blessing from the highest priest was no different from the amulets sold at the market.

"The highest priest only asks gods for blessings for the country on the first day of New Year, once a year. As for the personal blessing from the highest priest, it is not very common. The most recent time was on the Queen's coronation." Daniel explained. And he sounded a little sour.

So?

"Should I catch him up and say thank you?" Susan shook her head: "I don't think so. Shouldn't you tell me why he did that? If it's really not common, just like what you said. He must have some special purpose."

The nobleman and Daniel looked at each other. Susan could see the same question was bothering them.

"What did the highest priest say before the blessing?" asked the nobleman.

At that time, The old man was far from the nobleman, and his voice was so soft that no one except Susan and Daniel could hear what he had said to Susan.

"The highest priest said she had a pair of beautiful eyes that could lead lost souls in the dark," Daniel said, looking into Susan's eyes. "I have to say I don't see anything magical about them."

The nobleman looked at Susan thoughtfully.

A moment later,

"I see," said the nobleman, in a thoughtful tone of voice, "what a pleasant surprise!"