Chapter 405: Who Is Not Afraid of Death?
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Looking at the brightly lit heretical church from afar, Cardinal Borgia sighed heavily. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ ο½ο½fo
"The temple now gathers more than a thousand worshippers every night to pray all night."
Beside him stood the same melancholy Medici Butler.
After a long meeting with Wu Xin, they returned to their church and watched the "light and heat" of the crowd from afar.
Grand Steward Medici had been in the port of Tripoli for several months, and he had told his official mistress that the trip was expected to be a week, because Wu Xin's promotional activities and auctions had been extended to a month, and now because of the newly "completed" Grand Temple of the Church of Fire, he no longer knew when he would be able to return.
Although the girls of several girl groups are also quite good at serving people, because they can't return to Europa for a long time, they have accumulated a lot of resentment, and the service for the chief steward is not very good.
However, the chief steward was also helpless about this, he originally had the power of life and death over these dancing girls, but because he couldn't return to Europa, his authority had been greatly damaged.
He didn't even dare to suppress their restlessness harshly, because Wu Xin valued them very much.
"The Ballad of the Sea" and "Romance in the Sea", operas that undermined the self-esteem of the Xingyue tribe and destroyed their confidence and culture were important to Wu Xin's strategy.
Compared to the huge nomads of the Star Moon Clan around him, his strength is limited, and he must first be corrupted by a bloodless way.
These ladies were advertised as innocent-hearted, good girls like Shimizu Hibiscus, and they were very respected in the port of Tripoli.
Wu Xin herself didn't need a reputation for words, and she hung these words on the head of a dancer, which made her gain great prestige.
Several of the vassal, elegant nomadic chieftains were vying for a cup of tea with this lady, who was really only drinking tea, and this lady was no longer in the leather business.
You can earn money just by drinking tea, and who wants to lie down and serve those barbarians.
Now she has quietly taken care of a handsome Knights Hospitaller apprentice, and she is happy day and night.
Of course, the most scruples of the chief steward was that one of the girls hooked up with the big man of the Tripoli group.
Although the Villefort was a little unreliable, and he had to take advantage of the girl who slept with him, the chief steward still couldn't help but maintain the relationship.
Because His Majesty the True Pope had given him a new task, to infiltrate the Tripoli clique and try to convert its leader, he had no other way but to do it through the channel of Villefort.
"The current Grand Duke of Tripoli is at the Great Lighthouse three days a week, and he conducts prayer services here for three days." The chief steward summarized Wu Xin's life rules, which can be regarded as the information provided by Villefort.
"One more day, where will he sleep and with whom?" Cardinal Borgia got to the point as soon as he asked.
"According to Villefort's intelligence, the Grand Duke was fond of the Lady de Vrich knight." The chief steward was not convinced, "but I don't think it's likely, it's a higher price from Villefort." β
"The Lady Knight of De Vrich?" Cardinal Borgia remembered the names of his father and daughter who had just attended the funeral after being reminded by the archsteward, "That's not impossible, isn't that the housekeeper of His Royal Highness Ladislaus like this." β
This information is really not nonsense, Villefort is really not nonsense.
"This wave of dancing girls in my hands is almost twenty years old, and they will be out of breath soon, and it is normal for the Grand Duke of Tripoli to look down on them." The chief steward of Medici still shook his head, his move was invincible in Europa, and it was inevitable that he was a little stubborn, "There will be a few twelve-year-old girls coming soon, and they must send people to him." β
"I've heard that Knight Delia is also very close to the Grand Duke." Cardinal Borgia's words made the archsteward frown slightly, "She is a very devout priest, and her faith in God is as reliable as a rock. β
"If a devout follower of God can have influence over the Grand Duke of Tripoli, it is certainly a good thing." This position is very difficult for the chief steward, "But a lady of the Fischer family must not have any bad reputation. β
Delia's uncle, John Fischer is currently at the heart of the propaganda of the Roman Church.
Unlike Wu Xin's propaganda, which carries a great deal of deception, the Roman Church has a large base and can select the perfect propaganda targets.
Cardinal Fischer, from any angle, is an extremely noble figure.
In the prison of King Henry VIII, he still fully supported Queen Catherine, who had been left in the cold palace by the king, insisting that the king had only one legal wife, a wife blessed by God.
Anne Boleyn was not, and could not be, the queen of England, and her descendants could only be illegitimate children and would never be blessed by God.
His words embarrassed Cardinal Borgia, but the Archsteward didn't care.
The point is that this question also bothers Delia, and her relationship with Wu Xin has never been certain.
"At the moment, the situation is not very urgent." Grand Steward Medici said, Wu Xin is still very young, "The key is the issue of His Highness Sazastan transforming the necromantic knights, we can't sit idly by and watch them keep making one death knight after another, this is the tradition of the ancient Roman pagans, and His Majesty God is firmly opposed." β
Wu Xin did not give a final answer to Cardinal Borgia in the end, and he did not agree to the condition of "one a year".
"He didn't say no." Spain, represented by Cardinal Borgia, has a complicated position on this issue: "Should we first look at what we do, and then adjust and then study it, and try to reach a compromise?" β
Spain also has several "protectors" and "cores" who can die at any time, and it is not possible for Cardinal Borgia not to ask for a place.
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"Is there any mistake, this is also called immortality?" Juana didn't want to die either, so of course she wanted a quota, but she didn't have to ask for it.
Sazastan tells her that anyone can take the Death Knight transformation, and so can the spellcaster, but it's not cost-effective.
This is certainly not a problem for Queen Juana, who has half of the second-dimensional production and the Spanish treasury to borrow money.
"It's not immortality, the current technology extends the life span by a maximum of fifty years, which is the most optimistic estimate." Wu Xin explained.
"Is that called being alive?" The problem is that Juana doesn't want to live like this, "You can't drink, you can't make a mask, you can't find a man, isn't that suicide?" β
Cassano didn't change much now, except that his face was a little worse than before the transformation, except for two orange flashes in his eyes.
However, for a spellcaster as powerful as Juana, it can be seen at a glance that Cassano's face is maintained by embalming.
"I don't think it's suicide." Cassano's voice was cold and calm, that is, it was almost the same as before, "My emotions, memories and thoughts have not changed at all, and the lungs that have always taken time off work and refused to work hard have finally been fired by me, and I am so good." β
Cassano said as he swung the sword in his hand, the speed and explosiveness of the swing slightly decreased.
He is still the "core" and has lost part of his direct combat effectiveness, but there is still compensation.
There was a disturbing aura surging through him now, and Juana knew that this was a constant "fear technique" effect.
And she was sure that Cassano's strength had also increased, but it didn't work for her.
"And besides alcohol, face masks and men, there are so many good things in life................ For example, for example, ........... "For example, for a long time, Wu Xin didn't say what other good things were."
It was at his insistence that Sazastan maintained a faΓ§ade for Cassano, a technique that consumed hundreds of tales per month.
Sazastan didn't understand it, but Wu Xin knew that it was okay to have a skull in his team, and if he added another skull shelf, the hatred of pulling would be too much.
The position of the Spanish and Roman churches is still relatively hesitant, and he wants to fight for better conditions, but not to provoke the other.
"You're all going to die." Juana waved her hand, "Galilei, let's go." β
"Kuroberry, I'll grow it as soon as possible." The druid was clearly interested in the technology, and Sazastan had recently placed an order for him due to the recent increase in demand for necromantic ingredients, "but the price of this transformation is .................."
"Your little black face is also going to be transformed, so aren't you useless to Her Majesty?"
As soon as Sazastan's words came out, he was greeted by a storm of Juana's missiles..................... (To be continued.) )