St. Caesar's City, in one of the palaces of the Royal Palace.

Alexander the Great is holding a pair of delicate gold scissors, carefully trimming a graceful cliff bonsai.

In fact, these bonsai placed in the palace are served by special florists, and there is no need for His Majesty the Emperor to do it himself, but Alexander the Great likes to slowly modify these items that have reached the pinnacle of art into the appearance that he is satisfied with.

Even if he fiddles with it like this, it will destroy the original artistic conception of things, but he is so happy to do it.

Putting down the scissors and clapping his hands, Alexander the Great looked at the unrecognizable cypress in front of him with great satisfaction, and said excitedly to the chamberlain beside him.

"You see, it's much more pleasing to the eye. ”

The chamberlain replied, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

At this moment, a rush of footsteps sounded.

"Your Majesty, Wechen has just received an urgent message from the Forest of Chaos, please take a look at it. ”

Marshall approached and saluted respectfully before reporting to Alexander the Great, presenting a thin piece of paper in both hands.

Alexander the Great took the piece of paper and looked at it carefully. After a moment, he slowly asked, "Is the news confirmed?"

Marshall lowered his head and said respectfully: "The Shadow Knight in front is currently only certain of two things, one is that the Mercenary Guild is one of the main messengers behind this time, and the other is the head of the Huaxia Mercenary Regiment, his name is Oss, but whether it is that Oss or not, it is uncertain." ”

Alexander the Great nodded and smiled. "It's good to borrow a knife to kill someone. ”

Marshall did not answer.

Alexander the Great continued: "The information is sealed into the secret file, and the elite Shadow Knights are withdrawn, and only the necessary observers are retained. ”

Marshall was a little surprised, but he didn't disagree in the slightest, just remained respectful.

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Alexander the Great handed the piece of paper back to Marshall, and asked, "Aren't you curious?"

Alexander the Great didn't point out what Marshall should be curious about, but Marshall knew it in his heart.

During the Three Prayers, Alexander the Great was always attentive to any information about Os, and Marshall could understand that. Because after all, Oss is a candidate for the Saint of Light to be recognized by the Double Holy Relic, and there are all kinds of indications that Oss is the key to unlocking the internal disputes within the Holy Church.

In the Holy Empire, divine power and imperial power complement each other, but divine power is greater than imperial power. Alexander the Great, as an ambitious and aspiring emperor, wanted to gain a greater voice, which is understandable.

However, the struggle for the right to speak cannot be put on the surface, so we can only look for a suitable opportunity to weaken the strength and influence of the Holy Sect, so that the corresponding right to speak will naturally fall into the hands of His Majesty the Emperor.

And here is what surprised Marshall, now that the news about Oss has been discovered, shouldn't it be to intensify the investigation and strive to create a suitable opportunity? Why would His Majesty the Dear Emperor choose to give up at this critical time and withdraw all the elite agents?

Marshall was indeed curious, but he knew that there were some things that Alexander the Great would naturally say if he wanted to say something, and if he didn't want to say it, he wouldn't get an answer if he asked again.

So Marshall said: "Wechen is indeed a little puzzled, but Wechen believes that His Majesty's judgment of the situation must be accurate, so Wechen just needs to do it." ”

"No one is as good as you, that's not good. Alexander the Great shook his head with a smile when he heard Marshall's tactful answer. "You have scattered all the withdrawn elites near Mount Cyril, because Oss is no longer important, and the next focus will be on the Hall of Punishment. ”

Marshall was shocked and said in disbelief: "Does Your Majesty mean that a new round of holy war is about to begin?"

Alexander the Great nodded, "You're not too stupid. ”

Marshall said: "But the murder of Father Raul was deliberately planned, and if the holy war is started, it is not in the hands of someone who has a heart, and His Majesty the Pope will be willing to be used in this way?"

"When a cat sees a fish, it pounces. When a dog sees a piece of meat, it pounces on it. It's an instinct and it's a predator's nature. Our Pope is a very pragmatic man, and as long as he can get enough benefits, he will not mind being taken advantage of at all. ”

When Alexander the Great finished speaking, he turned around and continued to trim the bonsai, while Marshall was thoughtful.

Forest of Chaos, somewhere in a gloomy castle.

Two men shrouded in black robes sat across from each other, the room with no crystal lamps or candles, just darkness capable of engulfing everything. But both of them were used to it, and they were just talking to each other calmly.

"Father Raul was killed, and then public opinion was carried out to make it known to all mankind. I did as you said, but how do you ensure that the Holy Church starts a holy war?"

"I naturally have my own way. ”

"Do you think the Pope is so easy to fool? A discerning person can see at a glance that there must be something wrong in this matter, and I shouldn't have easily listened to your words at that time, which led to the difficulty of riding a tiger now. If neither the Holy Cult nor the Holy Empire had acted as we had expected, and instead turned their attention to our Mercenary Guild, I would not have let you have any better time. ”

"I said that the holy war would start, and it would come true. ”

"You think you're a god?"

"I'm not God, I'm just a slave of God, there are things I can't do, but profit can help me do it. Tobacco and alcohol are indeed hugely profitable, but the Huaxia Chamber of Commerce should not dare to get involved in the business of magic crystals, and doing so is tantamount to digging up the flesh and blood of the Titan Empire and the Holy Empire. The Father Raul incident is only a superficial excuse, and the interference in the magic crystal business is the real fuse that will trigger the holy war. ”

"Don't talk this nonsense to me, it's been a month of prayer, and the two empires have no sign of sending troops at all, how can you make me believe you. ”

"Do you have a choice?"

"Why don't I have a million mercenaries, I have a city of mercenaries. As long as I give an order, the Huaxia Chamber of Commerce will definitely be wiped out. ”

"Then why are you still coming to me for what? You might as well deal with the Huaxia Chamber of Commerce by yourself now, wouldn't it be better?"

Silence, long silence.

"Is it true? Abby isn't dead yet, he's in the Huaxia Chamber of Commerce?"

"It's true!"

"I hope you didn't lie to me, otherwise the entire mercenary guild will be fighting with you Pan Shen. ”

"Lying to you doesn't do me any good, only harm. Don't worry, I have other arrangements in St. Caesar's City, this holy war will definitely start, and the Holy Sect will definitely stand behind you and silently support you. ”

While the two were talking, in the Château de la Round Table in France-de-France, the Marquis Rommel and the Marquis of Scandney were arguing, and all kinds of words to greet the female members of each other's families were endless.

Although the quarrel was fierce, as soon as it came to a key point, the two foreign ministers would invariably change the topic.

At this time, both of them were very sure of the true intention of the other empire, that is, they were unwilling to provoke war for the time being.

Although the Marquis Rommel was entangled, his mouth kept saying all kinds of excessive demands, but in fact, the decision of Father Raul's incident was in the hands of the Holy Church, and since Archbishop Eugene, who was sitting on the sidelines, had not expressed any opinion since the beginning of the meeting, then the final attitude of the Holy Church was obvious.

And although the Marquis of Scans has an extremely tough attitude and quibbles in every way, Arthur, who has a higher status than him and has the right to decide, is also silent.

Prince Uzi plucked his ears with his thick index finger, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his bosom, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then leaned back in his chair and watched the show comfortably.

For the Odin Empire, as long as the Titan Empire and the Holy Empire do not go to war and it will not affect the strategy of resisting the Orcs this year, then no matter what happens, he will not care at all.

Compared with the Prince of Uzi, the two councillors of the Kushan Empire, the Duke of Esoni and the Marquis of Cardoff, were even more desireless, and the two of them had even gotten together to discuss whether the round stone table pattern was a popular style in the Renaissance.

Just when the eleven delegates thought that the overall situation had been decided, there was a rapid knock on the door.

The quarrel came to an abrupt end, and the conference room fell silent for a moment.

Once the joint council has begun, no one is generally allowed to intervene until the final outcome is discussed. At this time, the representatives of the parliamentarians present are all old people who have participated in the parliament more than once, and they are all aware of this situation. So when they heard the sudden knock on the door, their reaction was surprise.

However, after a while, they all reacted that there must be a new development in the matter. Because according to the provisions of the Code, if there is a major event on the subject of discussion, it is possible to arrange for someone to come in and inform all the delegates.

So Prince Uzi snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and then got up and went to open the heavy wooden door of the conference room. The wooden door opened, revealing the figure of a middle-aged priest in black robes.

After a brief conversation, Prince Uzi stepped aside and put the middle-aged priest into the conference room.

The middle-aged priest bowed his head and walked briskly to Archbishop Eugene's side, and then respectfully handed over a piece of paper with gold trim. After Archbishop Eugene took the paper, the middle-aged priest walked briskly out of the conference room.

The door to the conference room was closed again, and Prince Uzi slowly walked back to his seat.

Archbishop Eugene opened the gold-rimmed paper and looked at it carefully, and the rest of the council's deputies looked at him with inquiring eyes.

The minutes ticked by before it was a long time before Archbishop Eugene closed the paper, cleared his throat, and uttered his first and last words of the day in the United Council.

"His Majesty the Pope has just sent me a message saying that Father Raul is the most devout believer in the God of Light and the most important pioneer of the Holy Religion, and his death is a great loss to both the God of Light and the Holy Religion. Therefore, we can only tell the arrogant people of the Titan Empire with grief and anger that since you want to provoke the majesty of the God of Light, then we can only pay back..."

Archbishop Eugene's eyes were fixed on Arthur, who was sitting in his chair, and he spat out the last two words in the shocked and uneasy gaze of the scene.

"Holy War!"