"The stakes are high. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Knowing that it was time for the showdown, Mosulan also got up and replied. "We must repair a letter and personally deliver it to the rear to ask for instructions from the top crown island, and then we can answer this question."

"Please." The former director of the Western Expeditionary Army waved his hand, which was within his expectation - whether it was the Heresy Inquisition or the Forbidden Spell Research Society, they both wanted to find the right and left between the two great forces, if they left to get the maximum benefit, or if they broke free from the reins of the church without losing their nutrients, he had already seen through this little ninety-nine.

But in order to make the other party make up his mind to completely break away from the church, it is not only necessary to give the other party enough political capital, but in the final analysis, it must be that the other party has enough executive power to have a show, which is not something that the Sect Army or even him can control.

As for what would be written in the letter, he was indifferent. Whether these two branches of the theocratic government of the Church surrender or resist, they are nothing more than pebbles in front of a steamroller in the face of absolute strength.

After the meeting ended, naturally there were soldiers "escorting" the two to their residences to leave the venue first, while Ofer Mondridge rarely propped up the table and was a little dizzy.

No, there must be some blind spots. What information has not yet been obtained, and there are still questions that have not been asked......

"Director, what are you doing here? It's time to call it a day for lunch. The Chinese staff member who took off the headphones patted him on the shoulder, looked at his face for a second, and exclaimed, "What's wrong?" Your face is a little bad, do you need to call a doctor? ”

"No, it's not a physical problem." Offe Mondridge pulled out an arm and shook his hand to refuse the other party's kindness, "I always feel weird, do you have any clue?" Did I miss something, or did I do more? ”

The person who came over to pat him on the shoulder was not a small character, it was the Chinese instructor next door who was wearing headphones and controlling the entire situation of the negotiation meeting - he directed and guided the meeting through the microphone hidden on the table and the bone conduction headphones inserted in the skull hair covering Ouffel-Mondrich's ear, even if Ofe-Mondrich had forgotten something, there would be nothing missing from him.

"Hmm......" he flipped through the folder and glanced at it, "No." If there is a gap, I am also here...... I didn't need to be reminded of what I wrote down at the meeting just now, and I probably didn't. ”

"No......" Offey Mondridge grabbed his hair in pain, "but I always felt like I was missing something......"

It was only in the evening of that day that he remembered from his agony what he had missed—his wife, who he had almost forgotten from his official duties, and his children whom he had never met.

"Leave."

The Second Chief of the General Staff, who knew all the details, was the boss of Eufay Mondridge, who had put a heavy stamp on his leave application - the physical illness was curable, but the heart was difficult to treat. There are still a few days left before the big war, and besides, he can't help the front, so it's not too much to give him a few days off.

At the same time, the letter written by Sylvestio on the magic pen stand also mentions her seniors - and, of course, the seniors' families.

“…… According to a report from the Church Army, Eufay Mondrich was separated from his wife during the battle in Elta. Now his wife is said to have moved to South Belos...... For the sake of the initiative in the future negotiations, we and the other two will make joint proposals...... It is advisable to go to the island of South Belos as soon as possible, and quickly control his family, and at worst, the result can be to divide the 'Sujiao Army'......"

"Is it really okay to be so ruthless?" Picking up the written letter, Mosulan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, of course he knew that Naio was still alive - he knew better that the woman didn't know about Euphe Mondridge, and even said that she was now with some "runaway" god of the world, in other words, he was worried about his boss's side, not Orphemont Mondridge's side.

"Of course it's going to be done." Sylvedio stopped casting his magic hand, and the pen that added handwriting to the paper stopped at the same time, "We were completely passive at the negotiating table by that 'traitor', why can't we even have this level of ruthlessness?" ”

Mosulan shook his head, but didn't say anything—it seemed to him that the most important things that should be expressed had already been expressed, and there was no need to add anything more. As for the senior's family, how to "use" him believes that his superiors can figure out the proportions, and it is useless to say more.

"Here you go, it's written. Otherworldly ...... No, the Chinese told me that they would not check the letter, let alone send any force to intercept it. In the makeshift guest house where the two were staying, Sivedio yawned and threw the letter to Mosulan, who was waiting nearby. You can safely ride your Wyvern mount to deliver this letter without any risk. ”

Although the Chinese side will not give any sugar to these two major departments of the church for the time being, at least the freedom of communication will still be promised - the two-headed dragon brought by the two is now kept in the "dragon stable" next to the airport on Banba Island, along with the flying dragon brought by the Elta Air Force and the Elta Post, and there is no such thing as seizure.

In addition, the ship on which they were travelling was also repatriated on the grounds of diplomatic immunity. Of course, Mo Sulan knew that this was the kindness shown to him by the other party and Dingguan Island, including the "special car" waiting for him at the door of this guest house.

Without much communication, the driver of the electric car silently carried the "enemy envoy" to the airport of Banye Island. As Mosuran expected, not only was a dragon waiting for him, but an additional yellow-skinned officer-looking figure standing in front of the gate of the "Dragon Stable" blocking his way.

"Mr. Mosulan." Seeing that the electric car was carrying one of the scheduled people, the officer of the Second Department of the General Staff, who had been waiting here for a long time, showed a smile that he could finally get off work, "We have now received information that the sky over Dingguan Island is not peaceful now, and there are a huge number of Wyvern troops, please allow our air power to escort you to your destination safely." ”

What does that mean? Mo Sulan's pupils and eye sockets suddenly dilated. If someone from another world is telling the truth...... You must know that whether it is the Inquisition of Heresy or the Forbidden Spell Research Society or even the two armies of the Church, there are no more wyvern resources under the command of the two armies of the Church, and he and Sivedio have ridden the Wyvern this time is one of the few remaining dragons on the Crown Island, and the rest are the experimental species of the Forbidden Spell Research Society - but Severdeo has already said that even if the old scholars of the Forbidden Spell Research Society are willing to let them fight, there are still those dragons who cannot fly for a long time.

Then there is only one possibility - there are also quite a few wyverns on the side of the servants who are used for temple services and temple guards. Thinking of this, Mo Sulan gasped, it was impossible for the gods of the present world to be stupid enough not to leave such a hand with them before the war, this was obviously distrusting them.

"Figured it out?" While Mo Sulan's heart was mixed, the general staff officer watched with relish as Mo Sulan's face deformed and changed color, as if he had opened a spice shop. "If you figure it out, please do it here, our air power has no reason to do anything harmful to your safety."

Mothuran nodded—he knew he didn't have the right to say no here. So, as he walked out of the wooden hut of the dragon stable with the flying dragon on his back, there was some movement on the runway of the Banba Island Airport just a few feet away.

Six pairs of night navigation lights on the left and right green and white lit up on the runway at the same time, and this alone was not eye-catching enough -- the searchlights on the runway were turned on at the same time, and the ground crews of the Elta Air Force, which had already completed the rearmament work, also rushed forward again at this time, and various colored vests formed a brightly colored spectacle.

The ones who checked the weapons, the ones who checked the state of the various parts of the airframe, the ones who checked the clothes of the pilots on the plane, the ones who pinched the flight checklist and arranged in the center, all kinds of people were in order, and they were completely stupid.

Naturally, most of them are from China to apply for jobs and transfer jobs, but there is also the activity of the Elta people in less specialized fields - although it is not magic or black magic, but in Mosulan's eyes, it is as magical as ordinary people in the plane look at magic and magicians......

In the past, let ordinary Elta people become magicians...... How is that possible? While thinking about this question, Mosulan loosened the reins that should have been clenched in his hand, but he was completely stunned, and watched the ground crews of the Elta Air Force complete the various tasks around the flying machine one by one.

As the last ground crew waved his hand and lowered his figure to leave the runway, the take-off lights at the end of the runway suddenly lit up. The Chinese and Egyptian pilots who received the signal put the flaps into take-off gear and re-manipulated the lower wing surface at a smaller angle, which allowed the throttle valve to be released and the fuel was injected into the engine's combustion chamber.

Single-wing, two-wing, twin-engine, single-engine, all kinds of turbine engines of all kinds of agricultural machines let out a hoarse roar in an instant—the wild roar that broke free from gravity was similar to what he heard during the day, but completely different, and it interrupted Mosulan's thinking abruptly.

The General Staff officer who was watching from the sidelines looked at the stunned expression on Mo Sulan's face, but he wanted to tell him very much that it was just a machine for people from another world to cultivate and farm.

At this time, the domestic civil general aviation has long been not as weak as in previous years, and even blank, the demand for agriculture and tourism has given birth to a large number of civilian pilots and even civil airports and ground support in the past few years, like the other side of the ocean with an airplane for the whole village and even the whole region of farmland sowing and spreading pesticides is not a new thing, and even the farmer uncle has nothing to roll up his trouser legs and fly hundreds of kilometers to the big city to shop has become a daily routine.

Against this backdrop, Mosulan's wide open mouth doesn't have much impact on all the Chinese working on the bilunar planets......