Face-to-Face Talk

"Another one wants to see you," he whispered.

Ye Qingxuan looked outside the cemetery where Albert pointed.

By the road sat a carriage in which a figure could be seen vaguely.

People who attended the funeral noticed the carriage. The well-informed ones saw the sign on the door and averted their eyes immediately, shocked and pretending that they didn't see anything.

"I'm a bit busy." Ye Qingxuan sighed. "Can I not go?"

"Are you going to tell the King of Red that you're busy?"

Albert's expression suddenly looked like he had eaten a fly.

Ye Qingxuan could not imagine a man who had the same appearance as Ludovic's becoming the King of Red of this generation. It was only after seeing the real body of Nibelungenlied that he reluctantly accepted this reality.

However, if the pope came to visit in person, then he was up to his neck.

But he actually couldn't get away...

Ye Qingxuan became very anxious.