When everyone in the mountain fort sharpened their knives and prepared for the war, they probably never expected that what would greet them afterwards would be a peaceful time of nothing for more than a month.

Richard learned that the Church of Light had sent envoys to each of the two countries, bringing with them a handwritten letter from His Holiness to try to mediate the impending war and prevent the people from being displaced.

The leader of Pompeii's side is called Paul, the only poor son of the twelve cardinals who is on the throne by all ability, and his one-handed divine cultivation can be called the ancient and modern, and he is known as the person closest to the Holy Light God in the world today.

As a result, the peace, which had already entered the countdown to the end, was forcibly extended for another month.

Stuart is a pious nation where ninety percent of the people believe in the Holy Light, and it is understandable that they sell the church to save face.

However, Pompeii's situation is a bit interesting - the native Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess in this northern country is deeply rooted, and the relationship with the Church of the Holy Light was originally very cold. But since His Majesty Sagre succeeded to the throne, he has been actively moving closer to the Church of the Light, and the situation has changed.

Sauron sent a letter saying that the clergy of the two churches had a-for-tat argument with Mai Mandi in front of His Majesty, which ended with the high priest of the Church of the Goddess of Ice and Snow leaving the table in anger.

Many military generals deeply regretted this - in previous years, when there was a war in Pompeii, the Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess sent priests to participate in the war.

Those military officers who wore snowflake insignia and lifted frost swords on the battlefield were almost a symbol of Pompeii's army, and this time it was probably rare to see them again.

"Isn't there going to be war?" said Anne, optimistically after reading the letter.

"Silly woman, dream your big dreams. Richard shook his head and snorted, and put the raft in his hand on the candle to burn to ashes, "Mediation is mediation, and it must be beaten." The practical problems were not solved, and the Pope did not have a good face. ”

In fact, the lord vaguely felt that the mediation of the Holy Light Church was a bit skewed—this should not have been their original intention, but in the end, it undoubtedly achieved this goal.

Pompey's military system is very different from that of the Stuarts: a Pompeii legion has 30,000 or 40,000 men, and the personnel and equipment configuration have the ability to independently undertake small battles, while the Stuart legion has only 3,000 or 4,000 men, and multiple legions must be temporarily organized in wartime.

These two military systems have their own advantages and disadvantages, compared to Pompey's large army is more likely to have generals to support their own troops, and the biggest advantage is that mobilization in wartime is far more convenient and faster than small army.

So in this war, which was a little obtrusive for both sides, Pompeii should have undoubtedly had the first hand. But the half-way of the Holy Light Church will be inserted for a month, and when the mediation process is over, Stuart should be ready no matter how dull he is.

Richard felt a pain in his head when he thought about it, and he couldn't understand why His Majesty would offend such a powerful helper of the Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess to death before a national war.

"If you're incredible, nine times out of ten you don't know all the inside information. Anne's words woke up the dreamer.

"Yes. ”

"The Ice and Snow Goddess Church itself is too independent, and that's it, but its strength is so powerful that it is almost equivalent to a country within a country. Buckland's two small green bean eyes were hidden behind dirty lenses, "How could a monarch as eloquent as His Majesty Sagre allow two voices to appear in a country, and it was inevitable that they would break with each other. ”

"Don't talk about that. Richard finally realized that a little country baron worried about the upper echelons of the country was simply fed up.

"Take advantage of the time you have today, and bring Hendra for trial. He took a roll of parchment from his bosom, flattened it, and put it upside down on the table.

Originally, Hendra was detained in exchange for ransom, but this guy himself was unlucky and sentenced to death by an official letter. The ransom money naturally became a flash in the pan, and Richard had to wonder if he could still waste it and squeeze out some surplus value.

The two brutes who were near the door got up and left.

"Do you think Pompeii won the game or Stuart?" waited for a hard time, and Richard casually put on a dragon gate formation to relieve his boredom.

"It's hard to say. Anne held her chin.

"In terms of national strength alone, the knights are still stronger than Pompeii, and the chances of winning are naturally greater. Buckland took out a crumpled handkerchief and wiped the lenses twice, and tried to put the tortoiseshell glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

"Why?" the half-elf raised an eyebrow, his face full of surprise, "I've always heard that Pompeii and Stuart are about the same strength, which is why there are so many disputes. ”

"It's outdated, if it was thirty years ago. Buckland took off his glasses again, let out a hot breath, lifted the hem of his black shirt and wiped it twice.

Anne probably couldn't stand his sloppy appearance, so she reached out and took it and wiped it with a handkerchief dipped in water, in exchange for the old white tiger nodding gratefully.

"Why do you say that?" said the lord, munching on an apple.

"Because of His Majesty Sagre. ”

"You are a heroic view of history. Richard muttered a word that no one understood, but everyone was used to it, and no one cared about it.

"I seldom use the word perfection to praise people, how can this inherently imperfect world tolerate any perfection? Buckland stretched out a thick, short finger and counted the feats one by one:

"At the beginning of his succession, he changed the monetary tax to a tax in kind, and issued low-interest loans at the turn of summer and autumn every year to save the peasants from bankruptcy. ”

"The first in the entire human world to take the initiative to accept orcs into naturalization, enriching the army without putting too much burden on the finances, this is martial arts. ”

"It's an ambition to allocate a huge amount of money to support the academic research of the Magic Society. ”

"Personally walking to every big and small city in the country, this is down-to-earth. ”

Buckland has a good point, no matter what he says, he can talk about it very interestingly, and he is definitely the best choice in terms of the time to put the dragon gate array to kill.

"His Majesty Sagre has not had the problem of ordinary monarchs rejoicing in his succession to the throne, and he has always been very cautious in his administration. In response to the saying that a good fighter has no outstanding achievements, the whole Pompeii was able to recuperate and prosper. ”

Richard had the impression that Buckland had always been very detrimental to people, and it was the first time he had heard him praise so much.

"And His Majesty Stuart, that Beluny, is almost a model of a faint king, and he has basically not fallen behind any vices you can imagine. Buckland snorted disdainfully, "Last year, it seems that the overall situation was carried out in a crystal slipper concubine selection activity, and finally forcibly married a Cinderella from a civilian family, which is really absurd." ”

"Strongly condemned. Richard drooled with envy, and quickly lowered his head and nibbled on an apple to cover up.