The sacred right side of a certain comic

"Dear, baby, my friend, how much I want to see you again, you appeared in my dream today, I always ask my mother when will you come... My dear, I always think of you , because you are so good to me."

Roy's private locker is filled with letters from the Tsarist family in the summer palace. Among them, the letters from the youngest princess Anastasia are the most ambiguous and the most numerous. She learned to write from the age of eight. After the letter, letters will be delivered to the church every now and then.

The letters written by Her Royal Highness at the beginning were still full of innocent and childish words, but as she grew older, in addition to Her Royal Highness's handwriting becoming more and more elegant, the most The change was that she became bolder in the words and sentences in the letters. Why did she write like this? Did she not understand anything? Or was she really using such words to express her feelings? Even Roy didn't understand this..

Don’t speculate too much about a girl’s thoughts, and don’t boldly test her, because the young girl who is discovered to be in love will always stumble away like a shy deer, thus making the ambiguous fate become unfamiliar.

So really What he has to do is to carefully peel off the girl's youthful love like a scalpel.

There are many letters in Roy's private cabinet. In addition to Anastasia, there are also four princesses and others.‘TOMA’, that is, a letter jointly written by the initials of the four royal daughters’ Christian names. The general meaning is that they hope that the patriarch can go to the palace to see them. They believe that only in front of the spiritual leader they believe in can they truly Feel the inner peace and stability.

In addition to the secret letters from the royal family, the cabinet also contains letters written by most of the noble women and girls of Tsarist Russia. Although it seems normal for nobles who believe in Christianity to write letters to the Patriarch, if the contents are exposed, It will probably cause an uproar in the world.

"The haze of war is about to dissipate, and the dark clouds hanging over Tsarist Russia are about to lift."

Roy carefully put away the letter in his hand. Since Her Royal Highness invited him, Roy, who had nothing to think about, decided to go to the Summer Palace.

……

Before Roy went to the Summer Palace, he accidentally came to the cafe he had been to before, and then saw the man wearing a neat suit and tie there.

The man's baldness became more serious and he had lost a few hairs on his head, but he was full of energy and his eyes were bright. After seeing Roy, he looked happy and quickly invited him to sit down.

"I had a premonition that I would see you here, so I came to this cafe specifically today. Ten years have passed and it has not closed yet. The boss's coffee making skills are even better than before."

After the man invited Roy to sit down, he said eloquently:"……Thank you very much for helping me leave my country and go to France. I have been receiving financial help from anonymous people over the years. I know that is what you did, but you never said it, so I didn't bring it up."

"……I don’t understand why you keep helping me and looking after me, but for this I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to you! My motherland is now in the quagmire of war. This is an unjust war. This is a wrong war. Tsar Nicholas II did not care about the lives of the people and forcibly launched this unjust war of imperialism. Look at the people outside. This is St. Petersburg, our capital, but there are so many homeless people and underfed poor people."

"This is true for St. Petersburg, not to mention other places. This time I was invited back here. I came here to end this wrong war for the people, no matter what the means! This time I may succeed, or I may fail. If I fail, I will probably be taken to the gallows like my brother, but I am ready!"

The balding man solemnly took out a lot of books and documents from his briefcase."……This is what I have written in the past few years. I don’t know what their use is, but I think they should be useful because they will guide the public in a direction! Thank you for your help over the years. I have nothing to repay you, and I don’t know how people will evaluate me after my death. Maybe I am just a penniless nobody, but these are all my spiritual wealth.!"

Roy took the wrinkled papers smoothly. The topics inside were mostly vague words such as program, draft, and outline.

"I have a hunch that this may be my last meeting with you. Whether it is victory or failure, I have already made up my mind."

The bald man packed his things and was about to leave.

Roy didn't get up to see him off, but just said softly:"……The Lord will bless you, Mr. Vladimir!"

"Thank you. Although I do not believe in Christianity, I understand Christianity better than anyone else. May the Lord bless you, Your Majesty! Although the private rumors about you are a bit...well, too dissolute, and you are too close to the court, I firmly believe that you and the 'Bloody Tsar' are not the same person. You are compassionate and compassionate for the people who are mourning in this land. For your own sake!"

The bald man left the cafe in a hurry. He seemed to be in a hurry. He was probably afraid that the Tsar's people would find out about his return. But even so, he still took a huge risk to come to this cafe in St. Petersburg. I met Roy at the coffee shop.

After looking at the neat and thoughtfully written documents in his hand, Roy thought for a while and called an agent and said:"……Collect these things into the 'Eighth Secret Society'. To a certain extent, they are powerful holy relics that are rare in this world."

"Yes, Supreme Bishop!"

The agent didn't know why these rags were called holy relics, and why they were stored in the 'Eighth Secret Society' of the Holy Church. But since this was the order of the Supreme Bishop, the agent didn't ask too much and carefully placed them they took

"There has never been a savior, nor a fairy emperor! To create human happiness, it all depends on ourselves!"

The music composed by Eugène Baudier and Pierre Duguet in 1888 was faintly heard in my ears, and the city seemed to become hot and burning.

"Nicholas II, you are in the wrong position and have chosen the wrong method."

Roy murmured.

Although he was very close to the tsar, Roy didn't like him very much. If we want to make an analogy, he is roughly the same as the old Buddha in the late Qing Dynasty, but in terms of bloodshed. But there are still more

"But you did give birth to a good daughter."

Roy shook his head. He ordered again. A luxurious carriage had stopped outside the cafe. Since he had promised his goddaughter, he also wanted to go to the summer palace.