As the wheels turned and drove into the city gates, all the contents of the Vatis were finally unveiled to the visitors.

Delicate bronze fountains can be seen everywhere, ornate Gothic spires stand everywhere, and the traces of wind and rain on the exterior walls have long been indelible, but they appear to have a unique charm and inadvertently reveal a deep historical heritage.

Walk along the cobblestone road to the famous Campo de' Fiori Square, where you can hear faint singing from the surrounding churches.

The well-designed distribution and distance make the singing voices not seem cluttered together, but harmoniously form a more graceful and melodious whole.

All this converges into a strong religious atmosphere, which makes people in it feel more and more insignificant, and involuntarily have the urge to bow and worship.

But Richard didn't feel anything, he had seen many buildings taller than this, and he wouldn't make a fuss about it for a long time.

The influx of the living startled a flock of white doves flapping their wings and circling in all directions. Despite its beauty, it is said that the problem of the erosion of buildings by the droppings of the holy dove has been a headache for the church in recent years.

"How tall is that!" said Bédrick, looking up at the unusually magnificent spire.

"The height of one hundred and ten blades, which took two hundred and sixty-seven years to complete, and all of them are handled by believers, is the best proof of our piety. John II smiled proudly.

"That's at least five times higher than the Moulin Rouge. The queen beside Beluni sighed before she realized that she was speechless, and bowed to the pope with a red face and apologized. Her collar slit was very deep, and when she bent over, she suddenly had two white greasy smears that were very dazzling.

John II tilted his head slightly, "There are all kinds of churches here, if you are interested, you can go and check them out." ”

To be honest, even from a purely sightseeing point of view, Vatiis is worth a trip, but no one has that leisure right now. Ten days later, the mediation conference will officially begin, and it is difficult to predict how many disputes, how many compromises, and how many filths will be there.

Just thinking about it makes every participant unable to sleep all night long, losing a lot of hair, and having no mind to play.

Except-

"Do you think there's anything good to eat here?" said Gunther, happily looking around with a telescope tube.

"I've heard that the devout clergy eat only unleavened bread, drink water, and at most add some boiled leaves. Hurt shook his head and said, "It's really strong-willed, I can't stand it if I want to quit meat." ”

"If you don't eat some oil, what if you can't pull out the?" As soon as the big voice of the gang man came out, it immediately attracted the collective angry eyes of the priests and nuns, but he himself patronized the mirror tube and did not notice it at all.

"What else can I do with a stick. The lord had that meaningful expression.

A group of strong men from the mountain castle, you look at me, I look at you, and suddenly he laughed.

We only eat communion on a few regular festivals, and we usually pay attention to a balanced diet. "The young priest beside Bishop Paul was choked with the madness of the wilderness.

They were confronted by devout believers all day long, and where had they ever heard such vulgar words.

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

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The Church of the Light arranged separate quarters for each of the two missions, a small square three-story building, enclosing a courtyard in the middle.

After settling in, after sending off the foreign guests, Prince Schmidt immediately chose to gather all the envoys and hold a meeting behind closed doors.

"Outside the city gates, who dares to pretend to be my order and stir up a dispute?" the bearded man looked not in a good mood.

"Your Excellency, the fight is over anyway, so there is no need to pursue it. "Of course, Lord Lord, I know that it was the Barbarian Gang who did a good thing. But if he didn't protect his shortcomings, he wouldn't be Richard.

It's one thing to fix it behind closed doors, but it's absolutely unacceptable to let outsiders do it for you. The smell of grass is a bit heavier, but anyway, the lord of Alpine Fort is originally grass and mangless.

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

"Of course, there will be no next time for this kind of evil **. "The lord also gave the steps.

"We have come here with an olive branch for peace, and I hope that all of you will be aware of this. Prince Schmidt opened the meeting.

"The brave Pompeii were never afraid of war. "There is no shortage of hot-blooded men in the envoys, with a tough attitude with fists, and at first glance they are war maniacs with only muscles in their heads.

"Mentally retarded. The Lord of Alpine Fort crossed Erlang's legs, his lips pursed silently.

"Some of you may not know that the agricultural situation in Pompeii this year is not very good because the climate is too cold. Prince Schmidt took a deep breath, "The Great Plains of Bordeaux are expected to harvest only half of what it was like in previous years, and even less in some places. In the second half of the year, the whole of Pompeii will have a hard time, and it will be difficult to support another war. ”

He spread his hands and shrugged helplessly, "We can not be afraid of war, but after all, our stomachs cannot be afraid of hunger. ”

The lord was slightly stunned, he really had never considered the food problem.

After all, with the size of the population of Gaoshan Fort, even if it is all supplied by system shops, it will never experience the taste of lack of mouth for a day, and of course it will not be worried.

Buckland seemed to have complained a few times about the skyrocketing price of food, but the lord never listened.

However, from his point of view, if a war breaks out between Pompeii and Stuart again, it will definitely be a big crisis, because the mountain fort must bear the brunt.

Richard was not arrogant enough to think that his few thousand soldiers alone would be enough to resist the whole of Stuart. After all, the absolute disadvantage in volume is not so easy to make up.

Whatever the reason, it must have been a good thing that Pompeii's upper echelons were on the same page as him, there was no doubt about that.

So he decisively took action to stand up to Prince Schmidt: "War is to fight logistics, and logistics is not a fart." ”

"Actually, Stuart is only a little warmer than Pompeii, and if we don't do well, they won't be much better. There was a lively discussion among the envoys, and some were more optimistic.

"You've probably forgotten - that guy is crazy and doesn't have any scruples about anything, but we normal people have a lot to think about. "There are also people who are afraid of the Mad King.

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

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