"Infatuation seed, this description is too suitable for Beluni. ”

"You have to be, although he is indeed crazy, but his brain is not stupid. His Majesty Sagre paused, then continued, "The potential destructive power of such a sharp-minded, but careless man, can only be described as unimaginable, and it cannot be overstated. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will beware of this poisonous snake. "People rely on clothes, and the lord is wearing a straight dress made by an elf tailor, with a high chin, naturally he looks particularly righteous and heroic, and the cruel words he left behind are also loud.

"Do you need to pass this on to the other envoys?"

Judging from the time consumed, Li noticed that the first few people should only have time to routinely exhort two sentences, and it was impossible to be like himself.

"No, it's not a secret in the upper echelons of the kingdom, they all know it. Sagre waved his hand, "Although you are brave on the battlefield, you are still a novice in Vanity Fair, so I will say a few more words." ”

After a few words of encouragement, the lord of Alpine Fort left again under the guidance of the squire, and the footsteps became farther and farther away, and only Sagre himself was left in the study for the time being.

He faced the vase, and suddenly opened his five fingers to envelop the delicate red roses. The water-like condensed fighting spirit flowed out from between the fingers, like a soft ribbon, shuttling back and forth between the petals and leaves, subtle and light.

This is just the appearance, the seemingly weak fighting spirit, which contains a ferocious force that is definitely enough to kill the armored knight easily. But the delicate roses that were shrouded in the middle were clearly not hurt even by the half.

This masterful control is enough to make most swordsmen die of shame.

But even so, the owner still seems to be dissatisfied.

"It's still a long way off, a long, far away, but how do you go on. Sagre looked a little confused.

............

In most parts of Pompeii, Advent is the biggest festival of the year.

Send away the winter god that represents cold and slaughter, and usher in the spring god that represents warmth and vitality.

It is also the only day of the year when a girl can take the initiative to confide her feelings to her sweetheart. They will give a variety of fruits to represent their wishes, usually persimmons and winter dates in season.

It is said that some beautiful boys can harvest all kinds of fruits piled up in a whole box just by driving around the street, which is very exaggerated.

The envoys chose to set off on this day, undoubtedly to be happy and pleased. But the citizens of Flis were obviously a little perfunctory about the farewell of the envoys, and stood in the street feebly and waved their hands to finish the day. After all, the war has not yet affected them, so it naturally does not matter whether they mediate or not.

After Richard set off, he found out that in the last war between Pompeii and Stuart, the priest Bruno, who had partnered with him, actually appeared in the envoy ranks.

He had a good personal relationship with this calm and gentle Ice and Snow Priest who had no grass on his head, and he was naturally very happy to see his old acquaintance, and waved his hand excitedly to say hello.

However, in addition to the excitement, the lord couldn't help but be curious, the Ice and Snow Priest was a serious cleric of the Ice and Snow Goddess Church. Now that the entire Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess has been banned by Pompeii, how can he dare to swagger in the ranks of the envoys.

Bruno waved at him as well, but there seemed to be something at hand that was inconvenient to come over. He opened his mouth and seemed to shout a few words, but he couldn't hear it at all because of the distance.

"Okay, I see!" the lord took a bite of the persimmon and nodded thoughtfully.

There were several sacks of persimmons and winter dates beside him, and the girls of Flis were not stingy with enthusiasm for this hero with the name of the dragon slayer.

"Do you think it's possible that Bruno secretly came back for revenge?" Richard nibbled on persimmons while making up the whole spy war drama in his brain.

Gunther drooled and he wanted to eat persimmons. But the lord of his own family said that this was all people's wishes, and it was not easy to live up to it, so he insisted on eating them all himself, and he was reluctant to give him even one.

"Probably not. Hurt didn't look so sure, either.

"Lord Richard, you're thinking too much. A hearty laugh came from not far away, "The Ice and Snow Priests who are reluctant to leave have changed their names to Ice Mages and stayed in the army. Even the people still have believers in the goddess of ice and snow, and they are not mandatory, but they are not allowed to preach and build churches. ”

Richard turned his head to see the second seat of the legation, the Bishop of Pompeii of the Holy Light Church - Paul.

This Lord Paul is not ordinary, it is said that he was born in a poor family, but he is the most advanced person in the Holy Light Divine Technique in the three hundred years of the Holy See. Originally one of the twelve members of the Cardinals' Order, it is rumored that he has a good chance of taking over the presidency and is a real big man.

But after Pompeii proclaimed the Church of the Light as the state religion, he broke away from the College of Cardinals and became bishop of Pompeii.

Know that every pope is elected from among cardinals, without exception. Although his position transfer this time confirmed the feudal officials of the Holy Light Church, it was also equivalent to cutting off the possibility of succeeding the pope, and the gains outweighed the losses. It is said that he still asked for it, which is really a little confusing.

According to the words of the lord, it is a typical representative of self-exile and unmotivated, and all the people of the mountain castle must take this as a warning.

However, it is fair to say that although the bishop Paul has gray temples in middle age, his eyes are clearer and clearer than those of a child, forming a strong sense of contrast, which makes people curious.

Bishop Paul's charisma is as otherworldly as his divine cultivation.

So even if he knew that he was a clergyman, there were not many girls who gave him fruits on the Spring Festival, but they were politely rejected in the name of serving the Holy Light. The lord didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement at that time, and he took the lead in coaxing the seedlings.

"In other words, there are still many believers and clergy in Pompeii who used to have normal activities in the Church of the Ice Goddess?" Li sensed that this was more reasonable.

After all, religious belief is not like a candle that is lit and extinguished. It is certainly unrealistic to change the mainstream object of worship in Pompeii from the goddess of ice and snow to the god of light in a short period of time.

"Yes. ”

"Don't you mind?" the lord turned to look at him.

Paul was surrounded by priests and nuns, most of whom looked young. Because they were young, they couldn't hide it, and they couldn't hide their disgust when they looked at Bruno.

"Don't mind. Bishop Paul's eyes were as pure as sapphires shining in the sun, "The Lord taught us to be merciful, and how to bear to be cruel to these poor people who have been displaced by fate." Moreover, not believing in the Lord is their loss, not the church's. ”

"Your heart is wider than the sky. Richard gave a thumbs up.