Ride and Cut

As the wheels turned and drove into the city gate, everything about Vatican was finally revealed to the visitors without any concealment.

Exquisite bronze statues of fountains can be seen everywhere, and gorgeous Gothic spires stand everywhere. The traces of wind and rain on the outer walls can no longer be washed away, but they appear to have a special charm, revealing a profound historical heritage inadvertently.

Walking on the cobbled road to the famous Flower Square, you can hear faint singing from the surrounding churches.

The distribution and distance have been carefully designed, so that the singing voices do not appear to be chaotic when they meet together, but harmoniously form a more tactful and melodious whole.

All these converge into a strong religious atmosphere, which makes people in it feel more and more small, and involuntarily have the urge to worship.

However, Li Cha didn't feel anything. He had seen many taller buildings than this one, so he wouldn't make a fuss for a long time.

The influx of strangers startled a flock of pure white pigeons flapping their wings and circling in all directions. Although it looks beautiful, it is said that the problem of holy pigeon droppings eroding the building has been a headache for the church in recent years.

"How high is this!" Bedric looked up at the unusually magnificent spire and was amazed.

"The height of one hundred and ten blades took two hundred and sixty-seven years to complete, and all of them were handled by believers. It is the best proof of our piety." John II smiled proudly.

"It's at least five times higher than the Moulin Rouge." The queen next to Belluni sighed before consciously making a slip of the tongue, and then bowed to the Pope to apologize with a blushing face. The slit in her collar was very deep, and when she bent over, the white stains were immediately dazzling.

John II turned his head slightly to avoid it, "There are various churches here. If you are interested, you can go and have a look."

To be honest, even from a purely sightseeing point of view, Vatican is worth a trip, but no one has that kind of leisure now. Ten days later, the mediation meeting will officially start. It is simply hard to predict how many disputes, compromises, and filth there will be.

Just thinking about it makes every participant sleepless all night and loses a lot of hair, so there is no time to play.

Apart from--

"Do you think there is anything delicious here?" Gunther was happily looking around with the binoculars.

"I heard that devout clergy only eat unfermented bread, drink water, and at most add some boiled vegetable leaves." Hurt said, shaking his head, "It's really determined, and I can't stand it if I give up meat."

"Don't eat anything with oil, what if you can't poop?" As soon as Gang Manzi uttered his loud voice, he immediately attracted the collective glaring of priests and nuns, but he didn't notice it when he was too busy looking at the mirror tube.

"Take a stick, what else can I do." The lord showed that meaningful expression.

A group of strong men in Gaoshanbao looked at me and I looked at you, and suddenly laughed strangely.

"Rumors only stop with wise men! We only eat Holy Communion on a few fixed holidays, and we usually pay attention to the balance of meals." The young priest next to Bishop Paul was very angry with this group of wild bums.

They faced pious believers all day long, and they had never heard such vulgar words.

"No wonder there are so many pigeons." Gunther looked at the white birds and suddenly realized.

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The Church of the Holy Light has arranged separate residences for the two missions, a circle of small square three-story buildings enclosing a courtyard in the middle.

After moving in, after seeing off the foreign guests, Prince Schmidt immediately chose to call all the envoys and hold a meeting behind closed doors.

"Outside the city gate, who dares to fake my order and provoke disputes?" The bearded man seemed in a bad mood.

"Your Excellency, the fight is over anyway, so there is no need to pursue it." Of course, the lord knows that Manzi Gang did something good. But if he didn't protect his weaknesses, he wouldn't be Li Cha.

It's one thing to fix it yourself behind closed doors, but it's absolutely unacceptable to let an outsider do it for you. The reckless smell is a bit heavy, but anyway, the lord of the Alpine Fort is originally reckless.

"Yes, but I hope this is not an example." Prince Schmidt looked at Richard meaningfully.

"Of course there will be no next time such a vicious incident." The lord also gave the steps.

"We have come here for peace with an olive branch, and I hope all adults will be aware of this." Prince Schmidt opened the topic of the meeting.

"The brave Pompeii people are never afraid of war." There are many hot-blooded men in the envoys. They waved their fists with a tough attitude. At first glance, they looked like war madmen with only muscles in their minds.

"Mentally handicapped." The lord of Gaoshan Castle raised his legs and muttered silently.

"Some of you may not know that the agricultural situation in Pompeii this year is not very optimistic due to the too cold climate." Prince Schmidt took a deep breath. "The Bordeaux plain is expected to have half the harvest of previous years, and in some places even less. The whole of Pompeii will have a hard time in the second half of the year, and it is difficult to support another war."

He spread his hands and shrugged helplessly, "We may not be afraid of war, but after all, our stomachs cannot not be afraid of hunger."

The lord was slightly taken aback, he had never considered the issue of food.

After all, with the population size of Gaoshanbao, it can be supplied even if it relies entirely on system shops, and I have never experienced the feeling of being short of mouth for a day, so of course I will not worry.

Buckland seemed to have complained about the soaring food prices several times, but the lord never listened to him.

But from his point of view, once another war broke out between Pompeii and Stuart, it would definitely be a big crisis, because Alpine Fort would definitely bear the brunt.

Li Cha was not arrogant enough to think that the few thousand soldiers under his command were enough to resist the entire Stuart. After all, the absolute disadvantage in size is not so easy to make up for.

Whatever the reason, it must be a good thing that Pompeii's upper echelons agreed with him, there is no doubt about it.

So he made a decisive move to support Prince Schmidt: "War is about logistics, and if there is no logistics, it's a fart."

"Actually, Stuart's climate is only a little warmer than Pompeii's. If our situation is not good, they must not be much better." The envoys began to discuss enthusiastically, and some were more optimistic.

"You probably forgot—that man is a lunatic who has no scruples about doing anything, but we normal people have to think about many things." Some people are also afraid of the mad king.

"But as long as we can annex Stuart's grain-producing areas, the problem will be solved." The hot-blooded kingly man still didn't want to give up easily, "Thanks to that majesty, the strength of Pompeii is definitely stronger than Stuart."

The response given by Prince Schmidt is particularly thought-provoking-"It's not that easy, do you think San Jose will stand on the sidelines?"