Zero stood on the top floor of the Babel Tower, overlooking the busy Holy City of Hermes below her feet.
The number of believers who went to the plateau has doubled compared to previous years, and so is the new Judgment Army. Eternal Winter alone has sent nearly 20,000 people to the church. The army lost in the previous battle with the evil beast and the Wolfheart Kingdom quickly gained In addition, the scale has exceeded the beginning of the war.
It can be said that the unification of the four kingdoms is the only correct decision made by O'Brien. When Graycastle and Dawn have fallen into the hands of the Holy City, the church will undoubtedly usher in a new peak.
But it wasn't enough, she thought. This pinnacle was more than enough to rule worldly kingdoms, but it was still not as good as the Federation of Fertile Plains.
The church must do more if it wants to win the battle of divine providence.
"Isn't it Isabella this time?" Teflon's voice suddenly came from behind, Zero turned around, and saw the three archbishops walking into the hall one after another.
"She was sent by her majesty to Chenxi to perform a supervision task," Zero bowed slightly to show her respect, "I will preside over this meeting for her today."
"Is His Holiness the Pope really so busy?" El shrugged, "Don't even have time to see us?"
"Pay attention to your attitude, El," Thorley Dahl frowned, "Your Majesty has his own plans, and you cannot allow you to question."
"I just said it casually."
"It's really busy sitting in that position," Teflon smiled. "I used to hear Mayne and Heather complain about this when His Majesty O'Brien was still around."
"Indeed," Zero gestured towards the three of them, then walked to the small table by the window, "Let's talk here."
"Don't go to the secret room?"
"Now that the church situation is very good, who would eavesdrop on our conversation and leak it out?" Zero said easily, "Even the stubborn nobles know which side to choose."
"But there are always some people who like to swim against the current." Although Teflon disagreed with her, he didn't insist on going to the secret room, and the other two didn't care.
"You're talking about the fourth prince from Greycastle?"
"Who else is there besides him," the old man said angrily after taking a sip of tea after sitting down, "our plan to encircle the western border failed. Not only the Pure Ones, but even the Priestess ran back to Hermes, which is simply too much. Absurd!"
"Your Majesty agreed with them to withdraw," Zero said calmly.
"You mean... Mayne?" Teflon was taken aback.
"One step at a time, one step at a time," she nodded. "Since the Silver Whip was killed in the Falling Dragon Ridge, we have fallen behind Roland Wimbledon. When we know this news, it will be three months before we send a new team. It's definitely too late. So you don't need to criticize the Pure Ones, they will only become Roland's target if they stick to Greycastle."
"Don't you need to be punished? I want to take this opportunity to temper Emma's temperament," Sully raised an eyebrow. "She always questions my orders."
"It must be that your order is full of loopholes," El sneered. "After all, it is difficult for a samurai to use their brains."
Before Sully could scold her, Zero said, "Listening to her questions may be of great help to you. But if you have to discipline your own pure person, I won't say much, just don't bother. Too cruel, every pure person is a hard-won wealth for the church."
"Yes, Master Zero."
"But... why did Roland snatch the Stone of God's Punishment?" Teflon pondered, "Could it be because of the relationship between the silver whip and the storm that made him aware of the existence of the Pure One?"
"Perhaps we already knew," Zero said, "We all know now that he started recruiting witches a long time ago, and he also got involved with the people of Sleeping Island. The witch's abilities are all kinds of strange, and he can know a little about the church. Not surprising."
"It's not a good sign that such a large number of god stones have been snatched away, and there is no news of a large number of sales there."
"Not necessarily," she knocked on the table and focused everyone's attention, "that's why His Majesty called you here today. The intelligence agency in the secret area recently discovered that there is abnormal food in Cold Wind Ridge. The acquisition phenomenon, in addition, the number of ships passing through Chishui City to the north is unbelievable, almost one or two ships are seen every day, but Yinguang City did not see these ships sailing towards the capital, and the same is true on the other side of the Sanwan River."
"..." The three looked at each other, "Where did that ship go?"
"You are all busy recovering the combat supplies deployed in Dawn, so it is normal to not pay attention to the situation in Greycastle," Zero said bluntly, "After excluding the east and west, there is only one place they can go. Yougu Town in the North. There is the only tributary connected to the Chishui River, and it is also the closest town to the Cold Wind Ridge in the north of Greycastle.”
Relying on the memory of the Queen of Clear Water, she knew the distribution of the towns in Greycastle very well, "In other words, Roland Wimbledon is mobilizing the resources of his own territory, and he is also concentrating them in the north. What he wants to do, the answer is no longer clear. metaphor."
None of the three bishops were stupid, they quickly understood the meaning of Zero's words, but understanding is one thing, believing it is another, "Wait, do you think Roland intends to attack Helme Holy City?"
"It's not what I think, it's the conclusion of the intelligence agency's analysis, and His Holiness the Pope also agrees with this speculation that the victory of the capital has boosted his confidence. He thinks that the Holy City of Hermes is also vulnerable. It's hard to understand. It's true that his snow powder weapon is far stronger than Tifeko, but we are not unprepared. That's why His Majesty will allow the church personnel of Greycastle to temporarily evacuate," Zero spread her hands, "I'm ready to openly communicate with Our enemy, the nobles can't stop him from sweeping churches everywhere."
"He's… crazy!" Sorley whispered.
"The Wimbledons are all lunatics," El swallowed, "Garcia is like that, and so is Roland."
"This news is of great importance, and we should make further confirmation," Teflon pondered for a moment, "How about I let the pure people under my command go to Cold Wind Ridge to explore?"
"It's not necessary," Zero denied, "We will attack Greycastle sooner or later, so it's easier for him to gather his troops so that we don't have to attack city by city like Wolfheart, as long as we defeat the Fourth Prince, the war will end. It's over." She looked at Teflon, "How long will we have to complete the material preparation?"
The old bishop said solemnly, "About two weeks."
"What if you send an advance army of about a thousand people? Then match it with three hundred God's Punishment Army."
"A team of this size can start tomorrow."
"Very good," Zero stood up and said, "Instead of waiting for Roland to come to trouble us, let's use Cold Wind Ridge first. Isn't he collecting food there? Maybe he can make up for our loss of the divine stone. Soli Dar, you are in charge of this advance army, and you will take down Cold Wind Ridge within three days."
However, she didn't get an answer right away.
The three hesitated for a moment, and among them, Teflon asked, "Is this what you mean, or is it that of His Majesty Mayne?"
"..." Zero suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart. These idiots, she is the successor recognized by O'Brien and the continuation of the orthodoxy of the Federation. How dare a mortal question herself? She suppressed her anger and smiled as if nothing had happened, "Of course it is the decision of the Pope. If you have any questions, you can ask him in person, but the affairs of the secret area are very heavy, so there is nothing special. It is best not to interfere with the work of Your Majesty."
"Yes, follow the Holy Will." The three bishops said while rubbing their chests.