Ride and Cut

Although Richard is a novice in Vanity Fair, he is no stranger to playing cards.

Stuart wants to get rid of the suspicion of the undead. The testimony of Pompeii, the other party to the Winter City incident, is very important, so Pompeii is his family.

Pompeii wants to win peace, and it is critical that San Jose, the dung-chucking stick, get in the way of it, so San Jose is Pompeii's home.

And San Jose wants to provoke a war, the basic premise is that Stuart can never reach a tacit understanding with Pompeii, so Stuart is obviously San Jose's home.

If the cards are just like this, each family is both the current family and the current family, and it can still be played down.

But the problem is that once the mad king Stuart chooses to initiate the war.

The chain of checks and balances will be completely broken, San Jose will easily get the cards they want, and Pompeii will become the biggest loser.

According to common sense, the probability of this happening is very small, because the cold climate will also cause a lot of harm to Stuart, and they are not as strong as Pompeii in the past two years.

But the lord stared at Belluni, who was surrounded by the crowd, sitting on a luxurious high-back chair.

If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then under this glamorous skin, there is no doubt a completely crazy soul hidden.

Richard could feel it—this man has extremely strong self-destructive tendencies, he has no scruples at all, and no matter what he does, it is not surprising.

There was an episode during this period.

Whether it was Stuart or the envoy of San Jose, after entering the venue, most of the people took the initiative to greet Paul, the new bishop of Pompeii, with a very respectful attitude, which made the lord look at him for a while.

Although it has long been known that he used to be a cardinal cardinal, he still bears the title of "the first man of magic in three hundred years." But after all, Paul has always been too kind in front of him, and it is always difficult to subconsciously regard him as a famous giant.

But actually, think about it again. The cardinal is nothing more than that, sometimes in order to gather twelve people, it is inevitable to mix in goods of inferior quality. But how prominent is the title of "the first man of magic in three hundred years"!

"Everyone, please listen to me." After exchanging tedious and complicated diplomatic rhetoric, as the only majesty present, Belluni certainly has a slightly higher priority than other plenipotentiary ambassadors.

"First of all, it is stated that our country has no knowledge of the death of Winter City. I believe that the biggest suspect should be attributed to Pompeii. Why? The biggest beneficiary is the first suspect. Everyone must know this simple truth."

He leaned on the back of the chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, with a playful look.

"Looking back at that time, Seedorf was indestructible in the original Winter City, and the Pompeii army was unable to move forward. But since that night, the city’s defenses were self-defeating, and the Pompeii army was able to attack smoothly. So far, it has occupied our country. Provincial land."

"And what about our country? The losses on the army, people, and land are difficult to count. Our country is the biggest victim of the Winter City undead incident." Belluni looked at Prince Pompeii Schmidt with a smile. Should the country give a reasonable explanation?"

The lord had to admit that this mad king, who was notorious among the people, did have a kind of coquettish and even evil strange charm.

Even a madman is a madman who can deceive people's hearts.

"His Majesty Belluni has some truth in what he said." San Jose also has a prince as its plenipotentiary ambassador.

As a unique figure, the Prince Abel is undoubtedly a bit young, and it is said that he is just in his early thirties. And a delicate oval face makes him look younger than his actual age.

But if anyone treats him with contempt, it would be a big mistake.

Prince Abel has a golden short stick hanging around his neck, which is very eye-catching, like a special medal.

Experts will know at a glance that this short stick is the famous Nawen hibernation enchantment. It comes with a constant temperature, humidity and oxygen space. It is a special high-level alchemy equipment for large mounts to sleep. It is a masterpiece of the ancient human empire alchemist master.

A small stick, the technical content is unimaginable.

As the orthodox descendants of the ancient human empire, San Jose and Stuart also inherited specific production methods. As a descendant of the rebel, Pompeii is still unable to imitate, so he can only look greedy.

Nawen dormant enchantment also has a more widely known alias-"Dragon Flute". Because the cost is too high, and only one dragon can be bound within the lifespan, the Nawen Hibernation enchantment will only be assigned to some dragon knights.

In other words, the prince ambassador of San Jose actually has the identity of the Dragon Knight at the same time.

You know, except for a few lucky people like Higuain, or powerful people like Magisters. Regardless of whether he was born poor or rich, trying to be favored by the dragon is undoubtedly a matter of both opportunities and risks.

For most aristocrats with good backgrounds and a comfortable life, it is not worth the risk to take that kind of risk.

As the prince, Abel was able to leave behind all the glory he had, and climbed to the top of the mountain alone to win a dragon's approval. It is enough to show that he has superhuman courage.

"The biggest gainer is the first suspect. This is correct." Prince Abel's wavy curly hair is as dazzling as gold.

San Jose is Stuart's next home and Pompeii's upper home. Now I ask for a card, of course I have to give it.

His tone is very casual, but the content really hits the point: "Think about it, Pompeii really seems to be the biggest gainer? Huh? It's really unexpected."

"This guy talks so yin and yang, is it impotence." The lord whispered to the Pompeii envoy beside him.

The latter looked a little too nervous ~www.readwn.com~ Sitting in a chair motionless, he didn't even dare to turn his eyes, which made Richard feel so boring again.

"Everything is just speculation. If there is no factual basis, it is better to listen to what other people say." John II wore a melon cap on his head. He was originally thin, and he appeared even more human and animal under the arrogance of Belluni. Harmful.

But this little old man was very calm, and he spoke calmly, with a reassuring power.

"It's totally meaningless to show off on this issue," Prince Schmidt said coldly. "Winter City is there. I think such a large-scale undead riot is not difficult to find some clues. I think it's comparable to speculation. A hundred times more reliable."

"Poor Winter City has been separated from the motherland and occupied by the enemy. Maybe he has done anything a long time ago." Belluni chuckled, as if he heard some very funny remarks.

"His Majesty Belluni is really good at debating." Prince Schmidt looked back at Richard. "But our country's Baron Richard has already got the key evidence."

"Cough cough." The lord cleared his throat and stood up, and took out a huge crystal from his pocket.