765: Chapter 765 The Strongest 1V6!

In the villa living room, Euphemia held up her phone, watching the live broadcast on the screen.

The protest march had already reached the palace gates, with ten thousand people gathered in the square in front of the palace.

Banners, portraits, and slogans were everywhere.

The High Priest stood at the very front of the procession, leaning on his staff.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the Queen to come out and give him an explanation.

"Ye Chen..."

Euphemia turned around, ran to the swimming pool in the back, and looked at the man lounging on a beach chair.

"The High Priest has surrounded the palace with ten thousand people."

Ye Chen lifted his eyelids slightly: "Oh."

"Oh???"

Euphemia was completely stunned. "That's all you have to say? My mother is surrounded! The palace is surrounded! Ten thousand people are out there chanting slogans demanding you be severely punished! And all you say is 'oh'???"

Ye Chen lifted his eyes and looked at her: "What else? What should I say? Wow... I'm so scared!?"

Euphemia: "..."

Infuriating!

So infuriating!

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

"Ye Chen, tell me the truth, do you actually have a way to deal with this?"

Ye Chen looked at her eyes, which were flushed from anxiety, and smiled.

"I do."

Euphemia's eyes lit up instantly: "What way?"

"Wait."

Euphemia was taken aback: "Wait? Wait for what?"

Ye Chen spoke slowly.

"Wait a little while, and you'll know."

Huh?

Was Ye Chen beating around the bush with her?

Why did she feel so confused!

Euphemia's brows were furrowed so tightly they could crush a fly.

"Can you stop being so mysterious?"

"What time do you think it is to be playing games? My mother is surrounded by ten thousand people in the palace, and you're telling me to wait?"

Ye Chen stood up from the beach chair and patted Euphemia on the shoulder.

"Do you trust me?"

Euphemia bit her lip.

She trusted him.

Of course she did.

From the moment Ye Chen saved her, she had trusted him.

But...

"If you trust me, then just wait."

Ye Chen withdrew his hand, "I'll give you an even bigger surprise in a moment."

"An even bigger... surprise?"

Euphemia's brain couldn't quite process this.

"Yes." Ye Chen stood in front of the window, his back to her, a hint of a smile in his voice, "Even bigger than 'Ji Ni Tai Mei'."

Euphemia: "..."

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask what it was, but swallowed the words back.

Because she knew that this man's mouth was harder to pry open than the Eagle Country's Department of Defense.

If he didn't want to say something, you couldn't pry it out even with pliers.

What's more...

She didn't have the ability to pry it open anyway.

Yi Yue walked over with a glass of warm water and comforted her.

"Euphemia, don't be anxious."

Euphemia turned her head to look at her: "Sister Yi Yue, aren't you anxious?"

"Not anxious."

Yi Yue shook her head, "Since he said it's fine, then it must be fine."

Euphemia looked at Yi Yue's calm face and suddenly understood something.

The reason this woman could stay by Ye Chen's side wasn't just because of her gentleness.

It was also trust.

Unreserved trust.

Euphemia took a deep breath, put her phone on the table, and sat down on the beach chair.

"Fine, I'll wait."

She wanted to see what kind of tricks this man could pull.

...

At the palace gates.

The High Priest stood at the very front, leaning on his staff, with ten thousand agitated followers behind him.

"Your Majesty! Please give us an explanation!"

"Severely punish the murderer! Give the High Priest justice!"

"Dragon Country people get out of Eagle Country!"

...

The chanting grew louder and louder, exploding over the square in front of the palace.

The Queen finally appeared on the balcony on the second floor of the palace.

She was wearing a dark blue formal suit, a crown on her head, her face serious, her gaze calm.

But only she knew that her heart was far from as calm as she appeared.

A protest of ten thousand people, led by the High Priest—this had never happened in the history of Eagle Country.

If handled well, it would be nothing.

If handled poorly, it would be a political earthquake.

The Queen walked to the balcony railing, her hands resting on it, her gaze sweeping over the sea of people in the square.

When the crowd saw the Queen appear, the chanting grew even louder.

But the High Priest raised his right hand, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

He looked up at the Queen on the balcony.

"Your Majesty, I have come."

"I have come to demand justice."

The Queen looked at him, silent for a few seconds, then spoke slowly: "High Priest, what justice do you want?"

The High Priest took a step forward, his staff striking the ground heavily.

"First, that Dragon Country person must publicly apologize to me."

"Second, he must leave Eagle Country immediately and never be allowed to enter again."

"Third, Her Royal Highness the Princess must publicly state that she is cutting ties with that Dragon Country person, and she must also apologize to me!"

"These three things, not one can be missing."

The Queen's brows furrowed slightly.

She had expected the High Priest to set conditions, but she hadn't expected him to list them one by one in front of ten thousand people.

This was forcing her hand.

A naked attempt to usurp power.

"High Priest, I will consider the conditions you have proposed."

The Queen took a deep breath, "But for now, please have your followers disperse so as not to affect public order."

The High Priest did not move.

"Your Majesty, it is not that I do not want to disperse, but that my children do not want to disperse."

He turned around, looking at the ten thousand followers behind him, and spread his arms.

"Are you willing to disperse?"

"No!!!" Ten thousand people shouted in unison, the sound waves shaking the heavens.

The High Priest turned back to the Queen.

"Your Majesty, you have seen it."

"This is not my wish, it is the will of the people."

"The will of the people cannot be defied, Your Majesty."

The Queen's expression finally changed.

The will of the people?

Since when could the High Priest represent the will of the people?

He had always only represented his own interests.

But the Queen knew that saying anything right now would be useless.

With ten thousand people standing in the square, agitated, if she said one wrong word, the situation could spiral out of control at any moment.

"High Priest, give me some time." The Queen took a deep breath, "I will give you an explanation."

The High Priest shook his head.

"Your Majesty, my children have been standing since early morning, their legs are sore."

"They do not want to wait any longer."

"And I cannot make them wait any longer."

"Please, Your Majesty, give us an explanation now, immediately."

"Otherwise..."

He deliberately didn't finish, but the threatening tone in his words was clear to everyone.

The Queen's fists gripped the railing.

Since inheriting the throne, she had never been threatened like this.

Never.

But she could not lash out.

Because standing before her was not just one person, but ten thousand.

It was the representative of millions of believers across Eagle Country.

She could suppress one person, but she could not suppress ten thousand.

She could offend one person, but she could not offend the hearts of the entire Eagle Country.

Just as the Queen was in a dilemma...

Suddenly!

The giant electronic screen in the square opposite the palace suddenly flickered.

Everyone was drawn to it.

The next second.

The gazes of ten thousand people turned in unison to that screen.

The screen first turned to static, then the image flashed, and a picture appeared.

But the appearance of this scene stunned the entire crowd...

Behold.

In the image was a luxuriously decorated bedroom.

In the center was a large round bed.

The High Priest's face appeared in the image.

He was lying on the bed, shirtless, with three young women lying on each side, blonde and blue-eyed, with hot bodies, wearing only thin, sheer gauze.

The women snuggled in the High Priest's arms, one drawing circles on his chest with her finger, another holding a wine glass to his lips.

The others occupied other parts, kneading and rubbing.

A lecherous smile hung on the High Priest's face, a complete contrast to his usual sanctimonious appearance.

Everyone was shocked!

No...

The High Priest in their minds was extremely holy and inviolable.

But the High Priest now was an old man who was lecherous to the extreme.

The most outrageous thing was...

1V6!

It couldn't be more outrageous!

In the square, ten thousand followers widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the big screen.

Some people's portraits fell to the ground, some people's legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground, some covered their mouths, their eyes red.

The divine messenger in their hearts had collapsed...

But the footage continued.

The scene of the High Priest lying on the bed with women in his arms only lasted for a dozen seconds before the screen flashed and changed to another video.

This time, the location changed to a dim basement.

The High Priest was wearing his iconic red robe, but the robe was open, revealing the gray chest hair inside.

He stood in front of a young girl, who was tied to a chair, her face covered in tear stains.

"Don't you want a job? Spend a night with me, and tomorrow you will be a deacon of the church."

The High Priest's voice in the video was lecherous as he reached out to touch the girl's face.

The girl shrank back desperately, shaking her head while crying.

The High Priest's face darkened, and he slapped her.

"Don't be ungrateful! Your parents owe me money, and you won't be able to pay it back in a lifetime!"

"Be obedient, and I can make things easier for you, otherwise I'll let you be reduced to the lowest of goods!"

This scene.

Made everyone watching the screen feel a chill down their spines.

The screen switched again.

It switched again.

It continued to switch.

Suddenly, there were seven or eight scenes, each one a scene of the High Priest's heinous crimes.

And what's more.

He had recorded them himself.