Ride and Cut

The meeting ended, and the envoys prepared to go back to their rooms to rest.

　　 "Lord Richard, wait a minute." As a member of the envoy, Paul also attended the internal meeting just now, but he was a little bit of money and lacked a sense of presence.

　　 "Why do you only discuss war but never discuss the undead from beginning to end?" The clear eyes of the middle-aged bishop were filled with doubts, "Undead are the common enemy of all life."

　　 "Because political disputes are much more difficult to resolve than dead souls." Lord Lord simply went around the streets of Vatican with him.

　　 Now this point is close to dusk, and there are almost no one on the street. It is suitable for wandering aimlessly while chatting.

　　 "Because the elimination of the dead is the common expectation of everyone, it will be better resolved. But peace is not, so it will be difficult to achieve."

"Why do you say that?"

"For example-if two horses work hard in one direction, they can pull a heavy truck away. But if they work in the opposite direction, don't even want to move a piece of parchment." Richard was not surprised by Paul. Would be so naive.

　　 This guy probably has spent his entire life devoted to magic arts, and may not have dealt with outsiders much.

　　 There is a specialization in the arts industry, regardless of how talented he is in magic arts, it is a proper trivial matter to involve politics, this is not a strange story at all.

"You seem to think that San Jose will intervene in the dispute between Pompeii and Stuart?" Paul took Richard into a boulevard with lush plane trees planted on both sides of the road. "Why is this? Their envoys have not even reached Vatican yet."

"Your accomplishments in magical arts are admirable, but you take politics too much for granted." Lord Lord sneered. "Even if there are a thousand reasons and ten thousand explanations, San Jose doesn't want to see Pompeii. Shaking hands with Stuart and making peace, that's for sure."

　　 "What do you mean?" Paul walked to the door of a monastery and knocked on the wooden door.

"If there are three monkeys on a mountain, the smart monkey will surely provoke the other two to fight, and watch the show by themselves so as to collect more fruits." Richard raised his three fingers, "This continent is the mountain, Pompeii , Stuart, and San Jose are three stupid monkeys. Can you say that San Jose can persuade you?"

　　 "So, it's no surprise that they kicked in. It would be ridiculous if they intervened honestly." The door was opened by the monk from the inside. Although the lord did not know what he was here, he followed into the monastery.

　　 Because Paul is obviously very familiar.

　　 Whenever you go to a new place, it’s definitely right to follow the locals.

"Then San Jose will definitely help Stuart, because they are traditionally descendants of ancient human empires." The handsome middle-aged bishop sat on a round table in the courtyard and said to the monk, "Here are two glasses of ale. "

　　 "You were wrong again, my good adult." Richard sighed, "San Jose will help Stuart, but that's because Stuart is weak."

"Tradition? What kind of **** is that. The ancient human empires are even rotted into scum, and that broken sign is worthless. All history is contemporary history, and any tradition must make way for reality. If Pompeii is in Inferiority, San Jose will definitely help us, believe it or not?"

　　 "Besides, you guys are not clergy, why do you still drink?" Lord Lord saw that the monk actually brought two glasses of ale, and was surprised.

　　 "What's the matter, the life of ascetic monks is very boring, and occasionally brewing some ale is the only remedy." Paul obviously didn't feel any psychological burden, and continued to ask, "Is this so-called politics?"

"It's politics, although there is no essential difference between fighting with the three monkeys." Richard took a sip from the glass, and the rich and slightly bitter taste spread immediately on the taste buds, "Hey, this wine is very good, not more than a dwarf. Poor cargo."

"The ale of the monastery has always been very famous, otherwise I won't bring you." The sacred bishop, who is said to be the world's number one divine art cultivation base, frowned and thought about it for a while. "But this way, Stu Didn’t Yate and Pompeii both become San Jose’s bargaining chips and couldn’t get rid of it?"

　　 "How can there be truly incomprehensible things in this world. Where there are vipers, there must be an antidote within five steps." The lord has nothing to say about Paul's innocence.

　　 Many big people are actually like this, and they are extremely good in their fields. But when it comes to unfamiliar fields, it is no different from ordinary people.

"To solve this dilemma, Pompeii and Stuart must have a certain tacit understanding." He drank a toast. "Mature politicians don't even lose sight of this point. The problem now is that it is difficult for us. Predict how your Majesty Belluni will react."

Seeing the contemplative appearance of Bishop Paul, Richard couldn't help laughing. "You are a natural fit to stay in Vatican, and you don’t care about the world to concentrate on divine arts. But he chose to be a Bishop of Pompeii. ~www.readwn.com~ Why bother to roll in the big dyeing vat."

　　 "One more glass." He waved the empty glass in his hand.

　　 "Drinking is all right, but alcoholism is a bad habit, so each person has a limit of one drink per day." The monk with his back bent into a hump put away the empty glass.

　　 "He is the top of your Holy Light Church." The lord immediately pulled on Paul's tiger skin and used it as a coat.

　　 But the monk didn't buy it, "The bishop must understand it."

　　 "The rules here are like this." Paul took out a silver coin and paid the bill. He looked at Richard and said, "I'm really not good at dealing with people, but you seem to be very proficient."

"My lord, you are still wrong." The lord of Alpine Fort spread his hands and couldn't help smiling. "I am just a newcomer on the Vanity Fair, and I only tell you what I can see. As for the deeper and more obscure ones. Things, you have to ask others if you want to know."

　　 "If I want to be a good bishop of Pompeii, I must learn these things." Paul's tone sounded like he was talking to himself.

　　 "Yes. If you are a magister, you can kill a group of heavy cavalry with a wave of your hand, then the problem is much simpler." Richard shrugged, "But unfortunately, your Holy Light Church doesn't even have an offensive magic."

　　 "Although your realm is as high as two stories, this world is very realistic. Without the ability to destroy, you can't frighten the laymen."

"Actually, do you know." Paul suddenly raised his head. "A long time ago, the church not only had the divine art of'Holy Light Thorns', but also high-level pure offensive such as'Blade of Judgment' and'Holy Light Judgment'. Type magic. The sacred hub-level bishop has a terrifying attack power that is not weaker than that of the Magister."