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 legations, Paul also attended the internal meeting just now, but he was less precious than words and lacked a sense of presence.

"Why do you only talk about war, but not about the undead?" the middle-aged bishop's clear eyes were full of doubt, "The undead are the common enemy of all life. ”

"Because political disputes are much more difficult to resolve than the undead. The lord simply walked with him around the streets of the Vatis.

It's close to dusk now, and there's hardly anyone on the street, so it's perfect for wandering around aimlessly while chatting.

"Because the elimination of the undead is a common expectation of all people, it will be easier to solve. But peace is not, so it must be difficult to achieve. ”

"Why do you say that?"

"To use an analogy, two horses can pull away a heavy wagon if they push in one direction. But if you exert force in the opposite direction, don't even think about moving a piece of parchment. Richard was not surprised that Paul would be so naïve.

This guy is estimated to have devoted his whole life to magic and may not have dealt with outsiders much.

There is a specialization in the art industry, no matter how talented he is in divine arts, and he is also a proper novice when it comes to politics, which is not a strange thing at all.

"You seem to think that San Jose would meddle in the dispute between Pompeii and Stuart?" said Paul, who led Richard into a tree-lined alley lined with plane trees, "and why? Their legation hadn't even reached the Vantis yet." ”

"Your attainments in the arts are admirable, but you are also too serious about politics. The lord sneered, "Even if there are a thousand reasons, ten thousand explanations, San Jose doesn't want to see Pompeii shake hands with Stuart, 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 clever monkey will definitely provoke the other two to fight, and watch the play on the side to collect more fruit. Richard raised three fingers, "This continent is the mountain, Pompeii, Stuart, San Jose, it's three stupid monkeys, do you think San Jose can persuade you?"

"So, it's not surprising that they're intervening, but it's outrageous if they are honest in mediation. The door was opened by the monks from the inside, and the lord, though he did not know what he was here for, followed him into the monastery.

Because Paul was clearly familiar with the situation.

Every time you go to a new place, it's always good to follow the locals.

"Then San Jose will definitely help Stuart, because they are all traditionally descendants of ancient human empires. The handsome middle-aged bishop, sitting at a round table in the courtyard, said to the monks, "Two glasses of ale." ”

"You're wrong again, my good lord. Richard sighed, "San Jose will help Stuart, but that's because Stuart is at a disadvantage." ”

"Tradition? What kind of bullshit is that, the ancient human empire has even rotted coffins to slag, and that broken sign is not worth a single copper. All history is contemporary, and any tradition must make way for reality. If Pompeii is at a disadvantage, San Jose will definitely help us, believe it or not?"

"Besides, I'm sorry, aren't you clergy, why do you still drink?" The lord couldn't help but be surprised to see that the monk actually brought two glasses of ale.

"What's this, the life of an ascetic monk is very boring, and the occasional brewing of some ale is the only concoction. Apparently not feeling any psychological burden, Paul continued, "Is this what politics is called?"

"It's politics, although it's not fundamentally different from a fight with three monkeys. Richard took a sip of his glass, and the rich and slightly bitter taste immediately spread on his taste buds, "Eh, this wine is very good, no worse than dwarves." ”

"The ale of the monastery has always been famous, otherwise I wouldn't have brought you here. The Holy Cardinal Bishop, who was said to be the number one in the world in terms of divine cultivation, frowned and pondered for a while, "But in this way, wouldn't Stuart and Pompey both become San Jose's bargaining chips and can't get rid of them?"

"In this world, how can there be anything truly incomprehensible. Where poisonous snakes are infested, there must be an antidote within five steps. "Your Excellency has utterly nothing to say about Paul's naivety.

In fact, many big people are like this, and they are extremely good at what they are good at. But once it comes to unfamiliar territory, it is no different from ordinary people.

"To solve this dilemma, there has to be a tacit understanding between Pompey and Stuart. He drained his glass in one gulp, "Mature politicians don't even have that vision, and the problem now is that it's hard to predict how His Majesty Berruni will react." ”

Looking at Bishop Paul's contemplative look, Richard couldn't help but laugh, "People like you are naturally suitable to stay in the Vatis, just concentrate on studying divine arts without asking about the world." But I chose to go to Pompeii to be a bishop and roll in the big dye vat, so why bother. ”

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

"It's okay to drink alcohol, but heavy drinking is a bad habit, so limit one drink per person per day. The monk, with his back hunched back, put away his empty glass.

"He is the highest of your Church of Light. The lord immediately tore Paul's tiger skin and made his coat.

But the monks didn't buy it, "Your Excellency Bishop must understand." ”

"That's the rule here. Paul pulled out a silver coin and paid the bill, looked at Richard and said, "It's true that I'm not good at dealing with people, but you seem to be very proficient." ”

"Your Excellency, you're still wrong. The lord of Alpine Fort spread his hands and couldn't help but wonder, "I'm just a newcomer in Vanity Fair, and what I'm telling you is only what I see." As for the deeper, more subtle things, if you want to know, you'll have to ask someone. ”

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

"That's right. If you're a Magister and can take out a squad of heavy cavalry with a wave of your hand, the problem is much simpler. Richard shrugged, "But alas, your Holy Light Church doesn't even have an offensive magic. ”

"Although your realm is also as high as a two-story building, this world is very realistic, and without the power of destruction, it cannot deter the laity. ”

"Actually, you know what. Paul suddenly raised his head, "A long time ago, the Church not only had offensive and defensive magic such as 'Holy Light Thorn', but also high-level pure offensive magic such as 'Judgment Blade' and 'Holy Light Judgment'. The Holy Cardinal Bishop has a terrifying attack power that is not weaker than that of a Magister. ”