holy city.
In the early morning, in the central sanctuary, in the solemn silence, dew fell from the knight's armor.
Two rows of dark armored knights, carrying ceremonial halberds on their shoulders, stood solemnly on both sides of the road. Along with the bells announcing a new day, the doors opened loudly.
In the solemn atmosphere, the priests in the church were a little absent-minded. Even the cardinal in red didn't look happy at the moment.
When walking towards the large conference room, someone even accidentally bumped into the light stand. The person next to him reached out to support him to prevent him from falling, and then waved to the attendant:
"Move this thing away and ask who is on duty today to do something like this."
The attendant hurriedly moved the lamp stand away.
The presiding bishop patted his colleague on the shoulder.
"Calm down, Allison, we represent the Holy City."
Allison smiled reluctantly, but his expression could hardly be called happy.
No matter who is elected to take the blame, they will not laugh happily.
What's more, in a place like this...
He had already determined that after today, he and Uriel would probably be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of the Holy City.
Soon, envoys from all sides had arrived, following etiquette, waiting in front of the palace gate. They were silent to each other, just staring at the end of the road, waiting for the real protagonist to enter.
In just one week, except for the closed East, almost all countries and large organizations in the world have sent missions to the Holy City.
On the surface, the Holy City stood up to regulate the wars between the countries, upholding justice and justice, and trying to eliminate the wars. But where are the delegations from all parties who reluctantly come out to hold a meeting after all the delegations have arrived
The truth is that under the tough attitude of the countries, the Holy City had to stand up and face the consequences of the war.
In other words, pay the price for defeat.
Even before the meeting started, everyone already knew the outcome:
The ninth amendment bill is probably coming...
It's just that this time it's no longer the petty weakening and restriction of the past. After the tragic defeat, the Holy City will usher in a complete split and reorganization. From now on, it will no longer have any political rights, and it will be difficult to maintain autonomy. .
After guiding the entire world for hundreds of years, the cult will withdraw from the top stage. Although its influence is still huge, it will no longer be able to control countries and enforce orders and prohibitions as it did in the past.
I am afraid that in the future history of the Order, today will be a Good Friday worthy of being recorded in the holy canon.
When I thought of this, in the joyous atmosphere, the expressions of all the priests suddenly became a little ugly.
Under such circumstances, the Red King would naturally not come forward in person. In fact, those who came here were all envoys sent by the kings, and could only be dealt with by the Cardinal Church.
Everyone knows the result clearly, but the process still has to go through some steps.
What's more, we haven't decided how to divide this big cake yet.
In front of everyone's attention, a solemn carriage, guarded by guards, stopped in front of the central sanctuary. The Caucasus diplomats got off the carriage, followed closely by Gaius's representative... Wolf whistle.
At that moment, almost all the Templars guarding the scene couldn't help but tighten their weapons, wanting to stab that bright smiling face...
"Hey, friend, relax!"
Langdi smiled happily, strolled forward, and waved to his former colleagues, "Long time no see, how are you all?"
But his footsteps stopped at the end of the road, in front of the church door.
Ignoring the cardinals who greeted him on the steps, he turned his head and looked to his side.
The Grand Knight, who was in charge of the Templar Knights and was responsible for the security of the venue, stood at the bottom of the steps. His old white hair was tied behind his head. He was not wearing power armor, but was wearing a knight's dress.
On the face that is as firm as stone, there are wrinkles like scars.
Wolf Flute sighed, "Mr. Benn, you have aged a lot. If I had known earlier, I would have brought you a gift. The health care products in Caucasus are quite good."
The old knight lowered his eyes:
"Wolf Flute, everyone will grow old."
Wolf Flute smiled awkwardly, said nothing, stepped up the steps, and walked towards the cardinals who were waiting awkwardly there.
As if unintentionally, he reached out and touched his neck.
A little cold.
…
Compared with the rest of the meeting, this inhumane episode was quickly revealed, and everyone tacitly agreed not to mention the diplomatic mistake just now.
Soon, a white carriage stopped in front of the palace gate. Under the red emblem, the Anglo diplomat stationed in the Holy City got off the carriage, then stretched out his hand to help the young man holding a cane from the carriage. Come down.
It seemed that he was not good at walking. The young man was walking with a cane and it was very difficult and his steps were slow.
Although he has a handsome face and a gentle smile, the first thing he noticed at first glance was his iron-gray eyes.
Looking at the iron light in those eyes is awe-inspiring.
The young man named Watson walked step by step through the palace gate and the road in the square, and finally stopped in front of the steps. The waiting Cardinal came down the steps and wanted to help, but he refused.
After leaving the Cardinal aside, Watson turned his head and looked at the old knight, nodding slightly and saluting.
"Father Ben, His Royal Highness sends his regards to you."
He reached out and took the box from the attendant, "This is the letter and gift he brought to you."
"Thanks."
Ben reached out to take it and looked at the handwriting on the letter. An imperceptible smile appeared on his stone-cold face, "The handwriting is already better than mine."
"I believe His Highness will be deeply pleased to receive your appreciation."
Watson smiled and asked respectfully like a junior: "Can I invite you to have lunch with me today? Your Highness has been eager to hear from you."
Ben nodded: "There is nothing wrong with it."
Watson nodded goodbye, supported his body with his cane, and stepped onto the steps, step by step, leaving the embarrassed Cardinal in place, and followed him step by step.
Not far away, the etiquette officials were slapping their heads with desperate eyes and wanting to hit the wall.
Another diplomatic blunder...
This mistake occurred twice before the meeting even started.
On the steps, Uriel glanced at Benn coldly. Soon, a priest walked towards Benn without leaving a trace and whispered: "Knight Commander Benn, the bishop hopes that this kind of accident will not happen again."
"I hope so too."
Ben's face was expressionless.
After a short wait, the last representative who had not yet taken his seat finally walked into the palace gate.
Seeing the envoy from Burgundy appear, the bishops were relieved. As a diplomat, Richelieu had represented Burgundy on many missions to the Holy City. He was skilled in etiquette and would definitely not appear again like Wolf Flute and Watson. A half-assed mistake.
Compared to the two evil guests, no matter how you look at it, Burgundy, who has already reached a private agreement with himself, is cuter.
Under the eager eyes of the bishops, Richelieu moved forward steadily, without squinting all the way, with a graceful demeanor, dignified manner, and a warm expression that made people feel good. Then... he stopped at the bottom of the steps again and refused to leave
Not leaving!
I really can’t leave!
Uriel's expression suddenly twitched.
In the sight of everyone, Richelieu turned back and nodded to the old knight in front of him.
"Knight Commander Benn, we meet again."
Ben looked at him: "Your Excellency Richelieu, have we ever met before?"
Richelieu smiled, "Twenty-one years ago, you were sent to Burgundy as a knight as an envoy. At that time, I was one of the secretaries responsible for communicating with you. Twenty-one years later, your Excellency is still as charming as ever. Envy."
"Excuse me." Ben responded calmly.
Seeing that they were done with their politeness, Uriel was secretly relieved that it was finally over. But unexpectedly, Richelieu took another box from the attendant's hand and handed it to Ben:
"This is a gift prepared for you by a junior, some tea leaves. I hope you like it."
A rare expression of confusion appeared on Ben's face. He took the box and saw the tin can in the box.
In fact, tea is not a rare variety, it is just a brand produced in a small place, and few people even know it except the locals.
As if some memory had been touched, the priest fell silent.
After a long while, he asked softly: "That child, is he okay?"
Richelieu smiled slightly, "Although there were many disappointments, he finally lived the life he always wanted."
"Yeah?"
Ben didn't ask any more questions, just nodded: "I wish him all the best."
"Thanks."
Richelieu said goodbye and climbed up the steps.
So, following a bizarre diplomatic incident, the door of the church slowly closed, and the meeting for peace finally began.
"But, is it really possible to cease the war?"
Outside the door, the guarding knight sighed and looked at the silent Ben: "What do you think, Lord Knight? Everyone thinks that this war in Asgard will continue for at least another year."
"No, the war ended half a month ago."
After Ben was silent for a long time, he sighed softly:
"It's just that peace is still on the way."
…
…
Of course, the first day of the meeting was spent in everyone's wrangling, prevarication and various diplomatic rhetoric, but it is not the meeting that can really determine the future direction.
Rather, it was during the visits and long talks after the meeting.
Late at night, there was a knock on the door of the Anglo Consulate.
Amidst the sound of rain splashing, the visitor put away his black umbrella and smiled at Watson.
"Please forgive me for visiting late at night."
"Are all the old people today so energetic? It's really admirable." Watson yawned, "Come here, give Monsieur Richelieu a cup of strong tea."
In the study room, the aroma of hot tea is exuding.
After the polite opening, the two chatted casually, and finally got down to business.
"I have a deep understanding of Mr. Watson's talents as a diplomat from newspapers these days." Richelieu said, "If possible, I would like to have a frank talk with you outside of the meeting."
"What a coincidence, I thought so too..." Watson smiled, "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is something to talk about."
"I like this saying."
Richelieu also smiled, "To be honest, I originally thought it would be the hand of God."
"I can't help it. His Highness has other important matters." Watson shrugged, "Besides, the superior only needs to bear the consequences. Naturally, subordinates like us can solve the problem."
Richelieu picked up the tea cup and said, "I believe we will have a lot in common."
With the two people whispering, the long night has just begun.
Occasionally during the interval, Watson was smoking a cigarette and couldn't help but glance out the window.
Calculating the time, the guy who gave up his job has probably arrived at Yunlou, right