Several major events have happened in the Royal City of Elima recently. The first is that the Knights defeated the Dragon Clan severely, the second is that the leader of the Knights was seriously injured and has not recovered yet, the third is that the Pope's Office increased the import tariffs on Uliana, causing some Uliana shops to close, and the fourth is a big gossip that the youngest son of the Hasaro family is getting married. Of course, this is not a strange thing. What is unheard of is that the person he is marrying is not a noble lady, but a prostitute, and the top girl in the most famous brothel in West Street, Quewu, Silver Dove.

  When Nefer took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can nearby, he saw a colleague from the seminary approaching him. "Hey, Nefer, did you hear that?"

  Nefer rolled his eyes secretly. "Do you want to ask about Duke Lorenzo's injury, or about that boy Yavni's marriage? Sorry, I have no comment."

  The other party looked disappointed, "Come on, everyone knows that Duke Hazaro treats you like his own son. How could you not know that Yawenni is getting married?"

  Nefir spread his hands and said, "Why should I know about his marriage?" Logically speaking, he was just Avni's cousin, and Nefir had been in the seminary for a long time. Naturally, he had no idea who Avni liked or who he was going to marry, not to mention that he had no interest in such things at all.

  "Yavini is such a great guy. He usually seems to be so timid and hesitant, but I didn't expect that he actually married Silver Pigeon. My God, Nefer, you don't know that Silver Pigeon girl. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

  Nephiel glanced at the man and said, "You have followed the rules of the seminary very well."

  "Come on, Nefer, you are not one of those old guys in the Discipline House. Why do you always keep the rules in your mouth? Besides, even the Pope can have an illegitimate child, who else can be like you?" The colleague walked to the library with Nefer. "Duke Hazaro is really great. He can agree to such a marriage. I think he is too doting on that boy Yavenni. Even if Yinge is beautiful, she is still a prostitute. How can Duke Hazaro agree to let Yavenni marry her?"

  Nefer muttered to himself, "What does that have to do with you?" However, he just followed silently. He also wanted to go to the library. He remembered which book had an article about the poison of Anyu Lin.

  Compared to the marriage of that boy Avenni, he was more worried about Cesare's injury. The old men in the seminary had all come out to check on Cesare's injury, but they were helpless. The witchcraft of the dragon people was taboo to Elima, and it was a side door, so naturally no one was willing to study it.

  He had high hopes placed on him, whether from the seminary, the Pope or his mother, but he lacked the initiative from deep within his heart to heal Cesare.

  After parting with his colleagues, he walked to a wall of books on the local conditions of the northern part of the Kasfania continent. He looked up and searched, hoping to get some useful information from them. However, there were so many books that he had no idea where to start.

  The dragon man in the prison still refused to speak - the man was almost tortured to death by the people sent by the Pope, but he still held on to his last bit of strength, laughed wildly and said, I want to see that guy die.

  Sometimes Nefere felt that Cesare was actually quite pitiful. Who in this world truly loved him?

  Love him without asking for anything and at no cost?

  The people in this imperial city love him because he can protect their peace and protect them from bloodshed and facing the horror of the dragon people in this imperial city. Once Cesare fails, such as the last time he let Longgor go, those who once loved him would immediately accuse him of ignoring the comfort of the people.

  The Pope? Nefere had met the Pope. He didn't believe that the shrewd middle-aged man would give Cesare the most ordinary fatherly love in the world without any cost. Even if he gave him more glory, it was just a pawn in his ambition to maintain his rule over Elima.

  Nefer thought of his mother, that foolish, weak beautiful woman. Maybe she loved Cesare, but who knows if there was something else wrapped in that love? He was also her son, but when he was a child, he often heard Milannie screaming at him. If you can be like Cesare -

  If you could be like Cesare.

  Nefert took out the book and flipped through a few pages, but the information he wanted was not on it, so he put it back in his pocket. He kept flipping through the pages, but still could not find any useful information.

  Like him? Nefer thought, he had done his best to climb to his current position by himself. He had no famous father, and even the surname of Hasaro was given to him by the kind uncle Damis.

  How can I be like Cesare?

  Nefert closed the book, his light grey eyes behind his glasses were cold and emotionless.

  In other words, how could Cesare be like me? He was young and had a title granted by the Pope. He could come to the seminary if he wanted to, and he could join the Knights if he wanted to. Nefert pushed his glasses. What ability and background do I have to be able to do whatever I want like him?

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  And now, can't he just lie on the hospital bed and wait for my help?

  Silver Dove stood beside Yawenni, looking at the people in the room quietly.

  She rarely wore such formal dresses, and the corset made her almost unable to breathe, but it made her waist look slim. The design on the chest lifted her breasts, making them look so plump and attractive.

  In the morning, her mother combed her hair into a bun which was most popular among noble ladies at that time, and then put on a hair accessory embroidered with gold thread for her. The silver dove in the mirror was extremely beautiful, but her mother's eyes were a little sad. She said, "My silver dove, if possible, I really don't want you to go down this path."

  Yinge looked at the housekeeper mother in the mirror, she smiled gently and said, Mom, after I leave the sparrow house, I will never come back.

  The housekeeper nodded and said, "I hope you will never come back, my silver pigeon. You must be strong." Then she took out a jewelry box from the drawer and put an emerald necklace on the silver pigeon's smooth neck.

  "This is my gift to you, child. I wish you happiness."

  ——She felt the invisible pressure spreading in the air.

  Sitting opposite her was the Duke of Hazaro, who was famous for his kindness, and the Duchess, the matron named Danister from the Innihart family, was looking at her with a serious face.

  That was an expression that Yinge was too familiar with. Sometimes, the women who rushed into the brothel to grab their men always responded to them with such eyes. Disdain, hatred, arrogance, etc. But Yinge thought, what was she wrong about? Those men walked into the brothel on their own. They were her customers. Should the prostitutes tell men not to betray their wives when they were whoring? Before that, shouldn't the men take care of the thing under their crotch first?

  Sitting next to Duke Hazaro was a young man and a young lady, they should be Yavni's brother and sister. Yinge was somewhat glad that Duke Hazaro did not call all the relatives of Hazaro family to watch and humiliate her, a prostitute who came from the bottom of society but was determined to climb up the social ladder.

  She secretly pulled Yavni's hand, but she found that the man's palms were already wet with sweat.

  Yinge forgot who spoke first. The whole process was like a farce. Yinge never opened her mouth to defend herself from beginning to end. Instead, it was those noble people who humiliated her and made her worthless.

  Yavni argued fiercely at first, but was eventually silenced by his mother's questioning. Like every teenager going through a rebellious period, he even said, "At worst, I will run away from home and cut off all ties with you."

  The Duchess pointed at the silver dove and said to Yawenni fiercely, "You're going to break off relations with us just for this bitch? We even gave you the money for whoring. What gives you the right?!"

  Yinge pulled a scornful smile on her lips, she felt that such a scene was too ridiculous.

  "Yavini, think about it again. There are so many beautiful girls in the world. Why do you have to marry a cheap prostitute?" The eldest son of the Hasaro family tried to stay calm. Silver Dove remembered him. He also appeared in the sparrow house. His name should be Lanser. He once wanted to see Silver Dove, but was rejected by Silver Dove. "What's more, she must have been slept with by many men."

  And Yavni's sister Rebecca reached out and pushed Silver Dove, "You bastard from Uliana, how did you charm my brother!"

  Yinge stretched out her hand to block the other person's hand, but then someone slapped her hard. Yinge looked carefully and found that it was the Duchess. The mother and daughter worked together to mess up Yinge's hair and even tore the headband that the housekeeper had put on her in the morning.

  Yavni hurriedly tried to stop his mother and sister, the Duke also reached out to hold his wife, and Lancer took the opportunity to hold Yinge. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his fingers brushed across Yinge's plump breasts and then fell on Yinge's waist.

  Silver Dove glanced at Lancer and thought that he was a man more shameless than those two women.

  "That's enough!" The Duke finally lost his temper, and his roar made everyone stop. "Dannister, you and Rebecca go out first, look at what you are doing! Lancer, you go out too, Yawenni, you and Miss Silver Dove stay in the room, I want to talk to you."

  "Yavini, you are only eighteen years old and haven't even finished seminary. If you marry Miss Yinge, how will you make a living?" Duke Hasaro was a man with a gentle voice and manners. Yinge thought that the only way for him to maintain the status of the Hasaro family among the five nobles was to make friends with the other four families.

  This crumbling family, she thought, judging from what Rebecca and Lancer had just done, perhaps the Hasaro family would soon be in decline.

  "I will continue to finish my studies at the seminary, and then seek a position in the Vatican." Yavni said anxiously. How could he have imagined that this would be the situation after he brought Yinge home? It made him feel that he could not hold his head up in front of Yinge - he had promised Yinge to give her the best life, but his parents and siblings were trying to intimidate him!

  "The Pope's Chamber?" Duke Hazaro snorted. "Who do you think you are to be able to enter the Pope's Chamber casually?"

  "I can find my cousin Cesare!" Yavni suddenly said, "My cousin has always taken good care of me."

  Duke Hazaro sneered, "Cesare can't even protect himself, and you still want him to recommend you to the Pope's Office?" He turned around and looked at Yinge, "Miss Yinge, do you know your identity?"

  Yinge gently combed her messed up hair and said, "Yes, Your Excellency the Duke."

  "Do you think this marriage is reasonable?" Although the Duke was not as angry as his family, his tone was not good either.

  "It's unreasonable, Your Excellency the Duke." Silver Dove answered truthfully. Yavni beside her looked at her in surprise.

  "Then why did you agree to marry Yavni?" the Duke asked sharply.

  Silver Dove knelt on the ground with her hands on her knees. She raised her head and looked at the Duke calmly with clear and sincere eyes. "I am a refugee from Uliana. Together with my relatives and friends, I crossed the desert and crossed several mountains before I came to Elima. I was still young at that time, and I just wanted to survive. Many relatives and friends who came with me died on the way. Later, I was the only one who survived. At that time, the mother of Quewu took me in. You know, in Quewu, you can only rely on yourself to survive. A girl like me who has not received any education and can't do anything has no other way except to sell myself." This was the first time she told these things in front of outsiders, including the man next to her.

  As Yavni listened to Yinge telling those cruel things calmly and gently, he didn't know how he could hold her in his arms and love her well - yes, he was heartbroken.

  "Yes, I'm a prostitute." Yinge smiled shyly, "I... sold my body." She paused, as if remembering something, "I thought that this would be my life, until I met Yavni -" She turned her head and looked at Yavni, and as she wished, she saw reluctance, love, and determination in the young man's eyes.

  "My Lord Duke, I don't want to be a burden to Avni." Silver Dove said, "But I am also a weak woman, I also have love, I love him and respect him, that's why I still want to marry him even though I know this marriage is unreasonable."