Ride and Cut

As the wheels turn and drive into the city gate, all the contents of Vatican are finally exposed to the visitors without any cover.

　　 Exquisite bronze statues of fountains can be seen everywhere, with gorgeous Gothic spires everywhere. The wind and rain on the outer wall can no longer be washed away, but it looks unique and inadvertently reveals a profound historical background.

　　 Walking on the cobblestone road to the famous Campo de' Fiori, you can hear faint singing from the surrounding churches.

　　The carefully designed distribution and distance make the singing voices converge and not appear messy, but harmoniously form a more tactile and melodious whole.

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

　　 But Richard didn't feel anything. He had seen buildings taller and bigger than this one and didn't know how many, so he wouldn't make a fuss a long time ago.

　　The influx of strangers shocked a group of white pigeons fluttering and hovering in all directions. Although it looks beautiful, it is said that the problem of the dung of the holy pigeon eroding the building has been a headache for the church in recent years.

　　 "How high is this!" Bedrick looked up at the unusually magnificent spire and suddenly exclaimed.

　　 "The height of one hundred and ten blades, it took 267 years to complete, all handled by believers, is the best proof of our piety." John II smiled proudly.

　　 "This is at least five times higher than the Moulin Rouge." The queen beside Belluni sighed and then consciously failed to speak, and blushed and bowed to the Pope to apologize. Her collar has a deep slit, and when she bends down, her two touches of white and greasy are very dazzling.

　　 John II turned his head slightly to avoid, "There are all kinds of churches here. If you are interested, you can check it out."

　　 To be honest, even from a tourism perspective, Vatican is worth the trip, but now no one has that leisure. The mediation meeting will be officially opened in ten days. It is simply unpredictable how many disputes, how many compromises, and how dirty there will be.

　　 Just thinking about it, I made every participant awake all night and all night, a lot of hair loss, how can I still want to play.

Apart from--

　　 "Do you think there is anything delicious here?" Gunther was happily holding the telescope tube and looking around.

　　 "I heard that the devout clergy only eat unleavened dough, drink water, and add some boiled vegetables at most." Hutt shook his head and said, "It's really firm-willed. I can't stand it if I let me abstain from meat."

"If you don't eat something with oil, what can you do if you can't pull the shit?" Gang Manzi's loud voice immediately attracted the collective glaring of the priests and nuns, but he himself was patronizing the mirror tube and not at all. discover.

　　 "Push with a stick, what else can I do." Lord Lord showed that kind of meaningful expression.

　　 A bunch of strong guys in the mountain fort, look at me, I look at you, and suddenly laughed weirdly.

　　 "The rumors stop with the wise! We only eat the sacrament on a few fixed festivals, and we also pay attention to the balance of the diet." The young priest beside Bishop Paul was stunned by this group of wilderness.

　　 They face devout believers all day long, how can they ever hear such vulgar words?

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

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　　 Shengguang Church arranged independent residences for the two envoys, a circle of three-story square buildings, and a courtyard in the middle.

After 　　 settled in, when the foreign guests were sent away, Prince Schmidt immediately chose to convene all the envoys and closed the door for a meeting.

　　 "Outside the city gate, who on earth would dare to fake my orders and provoke a dispute?" The bearded man seemed to be in a bad mood.

　　 "Your Excellency Prince, anyway, if you have finished playing, you don't need to pursue it." Of course, Lord Lord knew that it was a good thing that Gangmanzi did. But if he didn't protect his shortcomings, he wouldn't be Richard.

　　 It's one thing to close the door to fix the meal, but it is absolutely unacceptable to let an outsider do it for you. The smell of grass is a bit heavy, but the lord of the mountain fort is a grass anyway.

　　 "Yes, but I hope it will not be an example." Prince Schmidt looked at Richard meaningfully.

　　 "This kind of vicious incident, of course, will not happen again." Lord Lord also gave a step.

　　 "We are here for peace with an olive branch on this trip. I hope that all of you will be aware of this." Prince Schmidt opened the topic of the meeting.

　　 "The brave Pompeians are never afraid of war." There are no shortage of hot-blooded men in the envoy, who are tough with their fists. At first glance, they are war madmen with only muscles in their heads.

　　 "Mentally handicapped." The lord of the mountain fort raised Erlang's legs, his lips whistling silently.

"Some of you may not know that due to the too cold climate, the agricultural situation in Pompeii this year is not very optimistic." Prince Schmidt took a deep breath. Less. The entire Pompeii will have a hard time in the second half of the year, and it will be difficult to support another war."

　　 He spread his hands and shrugged helplessly, "We can't fear war, but after all, our stomachs can't be afraid of hunger~www.readwn.com~ Lord Lord is slightly startled, he really has never considered the food issue.

　　 After all, with the population size of Gaoshanbao, even if it depends entirely on system shops, it can be supplied. I never experience the taste of being short of mouth for a day, and of course I won’t worry about it.

　　 Buckland seemed to complain about soaring food prices several times, but Lord Lord never heard it.

　　 But from his standpoint, once the war between Pompeii and Stuart breaks out, it will definitely be a big crisis, because Alpine Castle must bear the brunt.

　　 Richard was not arrogant enough to think that the thousands of soldiers under him alone would be enough to resist the entire Stuart. After all, the absolute disadvantage in size is not so easy to make up for.

　　 Regardless of the reason, it is definitely a good thing that the upper class of Pompeii agrees with him. There is no doubt about this.

　　 So he made a decisive move to stand up Prince Schmidt: "War is about logistics, and logistics hasn't even had a fart."

　　 "In fact, the climate in Stuart is only slightly warmer than Pompeii. If our situation is not good, they will not be much better." The envoys began to discuss enthusiastically, and some were more optimistic.

　　 "You probably forgot-that is a lunatic, he has no scruples about anything, but we normal people have to consider many things." There are also people who are afraid of the mad king.

"But as long as we can annex Stuart's grain-producing areas, the problem will be solved." The royal-blooded man still doesn't want to give up easily. "Thanks to your majesty, Pompeii's strength is definitely stronger than this. Tuart."

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