Saint-Attila and Benedict Ahan hugged each other warmly, and while they exchanged information quickly, a special train behind them slowly drove into the platform.

The two special trains in front and behind are docked almost end to end at the platform.

The door of the carriage in the middle of the special train in the back opened, and Vigrar, dressed in a light gray suit, strode out all over his body, including Vigrar, whose face was as gray as a piece of granite, surrounded by a group of inspectors.

At this moment, the military band on the platform played a cheerful welcome song.

Saint Attila, who had not yet stepped out of the carriage, was still standing at the entrance of the carriage, while Vigrar was striding down with a large number of people. This cheerful, warm welcome song is a bit like welcoming Vigrar.

Salian smiled, sipped a large cigar, and strode towards Vigral.

In front of the fiery clergy, Salian and Vigral hugged each other vigorously. Salian slapped Vigrar on the back and laughed loudly: "Bad guy, you have been recuperating well in Tulum Harbor all these years...... Can you think of me as a cousin, willing to help me? ”

Vigrar shrugged his shoulders and smiled faintly: "All for the Empire." ”

Salian pouted: "Of course, everything is for the Empire...... You scoundrel, when I don't see you, I always think about you, but when I see you, I want to punch you in a serious face. ”

"Alright, Inspector General of the Hyderaburg Region and Third Deputy Inspector of the Imperial Inspectorate, my dear Vigrar, after the New Year's celebrations, you are ready to continue to work hard for the Empire, you goddamn workaholic, I believe that you will be satisfied with the mountain of official documents waiting for you to deal with."

Vigrar smiled and slapped Salian's arm hard, "Okay, I can't be too noisy...... Salian, you're such a nasty bastard in your bones! ”

Vigrar lowered his voice: "Look at these pious shepherds of ours, how angry are they? ”

Salian and Vigrar each took a step back, turned around, and looked at the clergy with their eyes burning with anger.

Salian shrugged his shoulders and muttered in a low voice, "It's not my fault, I'm willing to make a flowery welcome, but for the safety of the Venerable Saint, I have to." ”

Exhaling heavily, Salian took off the large cigar in his mouth, raised his left foot, pressed the burning cigar cigarette on the sole of his boot to extinguish the flame, took out the sterling silver cylinder he had just made, stuffed most of the cigar back in, and carefully put it in his pocket.

After doing all this, Salian patted his sleeves, suddenly raised a standard aristocratic smile, and walked to the carriage where Saint Attila was located.

At this moment, Santtila and Benedict Ahan had already put their arms around each other, strode out of the carriage, and were standing on the platform.

The clergy on the platform, including the high priest Xia, all looked at Benedict Ahan and St. Attila's arms clasped with envy - it has long been rumored that Benedict Ahan and St. Attila are not brothers, but their feelings are deeper than brothers!

When I saw it today, it was really unusual!

St. Attila's status in Dabao is comparable to that of the current pope of the Golden Oak Church.

Benedict Ahan had St. Attila as his backstage...... No, Benedict Ahan himself was high enough in the Church, had enough power, and had enough influence. Once the two of them join forces, they can even form their own factions.

Behind Saint Attila, one by one the clergy in bloody robes stepped out of the special train carriage.

With a warm smile, the Grand Priest Xia walked towards Saint Attila with a smile - behind her, a dozen great nuns in silver robes followed her, and several nuns who were born young and beautiful and had a pure temperament, and several innocent, pure and flawless little nuns followed them.

The young and beautiful nuns, and the innocent little nuns, were holding branches that were lush and full of silver osmanthus flowers.

This season, in Hydrerabad, not a single fresh flower can be found in Hydrerabad, except in the conservatory of Hydrera.

These silver osmanthus flowers, are the nuns of St. Maya's Cathedral, with divine power directly spawned, each small osmanthus contains a huge, pure divine power, the flowers are extraordinarily fragrant, in this cold winter season, the fragrant fragrance can be drifted out with the wind for more than ten miles.

Salian also came up with a large group of people and greeted him with a smile.

He walked almost shoulder to shoulder with the Grand Priest Kasumi towards Attila.

Benedict Ahan stood beside St. Attila and whispered Salian's identity: "The grandson of the Emperor of the Delen Empire is very likely to be the next emperor...... If, he hadn't been replaced by that ambitious brother of his. ”

The smile on Saint Attila's face froze.

In his capacity, it should be Her Majesty the Empress of the Delun Empire who personally came forward to greet him.

Her Majesty the Empress, the Empress's husband, and a group of great nobles of the Delun Empire, such as the elders of the House of Nobles, the ministers of various ministries, and the representatives of the major families, these guys should all appear at the welcoming ceremony!

Okay, okay...... It's not as good as it was then.

Even if Da Bo Yuan's control and influence over the countries of Metland have been weakened to the extreme, Her Majesty the Empress of the Delen Empire has always been lawless and unscrupulous, and the relationship between Da Bo and the Delen Empire has also been quite tense in recent decades......

But no matter what, even according to the most basic aristocratic etiquette, then Ferdinand, the crown prince of the Deren Empire, should come forward to greet Saint Attila.

Now it's a good thing that the empress didn't come forward, none of the important ministers of the empire were gone, Crown Prince Ferdinand didn't know where he was, and the Delenn Empire sent to greet him St. Attila - the only saint in the Golden Oak Church in the past hundred years, St. Attila, whose status is almost comparable to the Pope, is only a third-generation imperial grandson!

St. Attila's face twitched slightly, and he chuckled softly: "My lord, it is bound to bless those who are pious, and calamity will surely befall those who are disobedient with a thunderbolt. ”

Sant'Attila's gaze swept across the vast platform.

The empty platform, the deserted platform, except for the soldiers of the Guards Legion, there is only a group of clergy who fill the scene here.

St. Attila inexplicably remembered the scene when he left the Black Continent, and the scene when those crazy black-skinned believers saw him off.

He also remembered the sight of the devout believers burning with oil and flowers as he passed through the port cities of the Kingdom of Saint-Sia and the United Kingdom of Nice before arriving at the Deren Empire.

Not to mention, when he was in the port of Tulun, and from the port of Tulun all the way north, all the way north, large and small, he was warmly welcomed like an emperor.

Hydrerabad, it really gave him a slap in the face and a big surprise for him.

St. Attila smiled, and he smiled brightly.

Saint Attila, who was born as elegant and elegant as a harmless teacher, stretched out his right hand to Salian with a smile, and stretched out his left and right to the great priest Kasumi who was advancing with Salian: "Your Highness Salian, and my sister, Kasumi, I am very happy to be able to meet you here......"

Salian and the High Priest Kasumi walked up to Saint Attila, shaking hands and hugging each other, hypocritically saying all sorts of nonsense like 'long admiration', and their faces were full of smiles containing countless complex elements.

Joe stood stupidly beside Sallian, tilting his head slightly, looking at the clergy standing behind Saint Attila, who were wearing blood-colored robes, with solemn and resolute expressions, and a sinister aura all over their bodies.

Well, behind Saint Attila, there were several tall clergy, and their aura was not very similar to that of their colleagues around them.

Joe sniffed softly.

The cold wind was howling all around, and there was the rich fragrance of flowers from the osmanthus branches held by the nuns, but Joe still smelled that there was a very faint, very faint ...... Fat powder aroma.

Huh?

Joe was a little dazed.

In the Ritu family, Tifa, an iceberg beauty, does not use rouge gouache much.

Vima was still a little girl, and she didn't use much of it except for a little bit of the most basic lipstick.

But Leah, as the housewife of the Vettu, when she attends some high-end social dinners, she will use some extremely high-end and extremely rare cosmetics.

With a legendary sense of smell, Joe's memory for scents seems to have become a thousand times stronger.

He clearly remembered that he had smelled the exact same fat powder on Liya half a year ago...... On that occasion, as the head mother of the Rittal family, Lia went to attend the inauguration of a new workhouse in Port Tulun, and Jo followed her to join in the fun.

This kind of fat powder is not produced in mainland Medland.

This is a top-notch product from the Eastern Continent, an extremely mysterious and ancient, women-honored kingdom, and exclusively for the princes and ministers of that country.

The price of this set of items is extremely high, and the share of the annual inflow into mainland Medland is only about 30,000 copies.

Joe remembers clearly that in this set of cosmetics, the top-of-the-line 'mulberry dew' in a thumb-sized perfume bottle is worth 188,888 gold marks.

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It's not a matter of money, it's a lot of noble ladies in Metland, and they can't buy this set of luxury items with money.

Joe had played with the perfume bottle and had almost ripped her ear off from Leah.

Among the clergy behind St. Attila...... It was obviously a couple of handsome-looking men...... It's a man, right?

Do they have the smell of residual top-notch cosmetics?

In Joe's mind, this thing is only used by women?

A cold wind swept over, and Joe smelled the smell of the flowers and the top-notch cosmetics again.

Joe used to be a police officer for a while.

Of course, he knew that the five-color psychic powder was a forbidden drug...... He naturally also knows what kind of bastard thing is a group of bastards who will take the five-color Tongshensan!

His gaze followed the scent of medicine.

The source of the fragrance is actually a great nun in a silver robe, who is kind and gentle, and looks only in her thirties?