Ride and Cut

The meeting ended, and the envoys prepared to go back to their rooms to rest.

"Master Richard, wait a moment." As a member of the envoy, Paul also attended the internal meeting just now, but his words were like gold, and he lacked a sense of presence.

"Why do you only discuss war, but never discuss the undead?" The middle-aged bishop's clear eyes were full of doubts, "The undead are the common enemy of all life."

"Because political disputes are much more difficult to resolve than undead." The lord simply walked around the streets of Vatican with him.

It is now close to dusk at this point, and there are almost no people on the street, which is very suitable for chatting while wandering aimlessly.

"Because the elimination of the undead is the common expectation of everyone, it will be better resolved. But peace is not, so it must be difficult to achieve."

"Why do you say that?"

"For example - if two horses exert their strength in one direction, they can completely pull away a heavy truck. But if they exert their strength in the opposite direction, they won't even be able to move a piece of parchment." Richard was not surprised that Paul would be so naive.

This guy probably has devoted his entire life to spiritual arts, and he probably hasn't had much dealings with outsiders.

There is a specialization in the arts, no matter how talented he is in the arts, he is also a complete idiot when it comes to politics, this is not a strange story at all.

"You seem to believe that San Jose will intervene in the dispute between Pompeii and Stuart?" Paul led Richard into a boulevard, with lush plane trees planted on both sides of the road, "Why is that? Their envoys haven't even reached Vatican yet."

"Your attainments in divine arts are admirable, but you take politics too much for granted." The lord sneered, "Even if there are a thousand reasons and ten thousand explanations, San Jose doesn't want to see Pompey shake hands with Stuart, that's for sure."

"What do you mean?" Paul walked to the door of a monastery and knocked on the wooden door.

"If there are three monkeys on a mountain, the smart monkey will definitely provoke the other two to fight, and watch the show on the side to collect more fruits." Li Cha held up three fingers, "This continent is that mountain. Pompeii, Stuart, and San Jose are the three stupid monkeys. Do you think San Jose can persuade them to fight?"

"So, it's not surprising that they interfered. It would be outrageous if they mediate honestly." The door was opened by the monk from the inside. Although the lord didn't know what he was here for, he still followed into the monastery.

Because Paul obviously knew his way around.

Whenever you go to a new place, it must be right to follow the locals.

"Then San Jose will definitely help Stuart, because they are traditionally descendants of the ancient human empire." The handsome middle-aged bishop sat on a round table in the yard and said to the monk, "Two glasses of ale."

"You're wrong again, my good lord." Richard sighed, "San Jose will help Stuart, but that's because Stuart is in a weak position."

"Tradition? What kind of shit is that? Even the coffins of the ancient human empire are rotten, and that broken signboard is not worth a penny. All history is contemporary history, and any tradition has to give way to reality. If Pompeii is at a disadvantage, San Jose will definitely help us, believe it or not?"

"Fuck me, aren't you priests? Why are you still drinking?" The lord couldn't help being surprised when he saw that the monk actually brought two glasses of ale.

"What's the matter? The life of an ascetic monk is very boring. Occasionally brewing some beer is the only way to adjust it." Paul obviously didn't feel any psychological burden, and continued to ask, "Is this the so-called politics?"

"It's politics, although there is no essential difference from fighting with three monkeys." Li Cha took a sip from his wine glass, and the rich and slightly bitter taste immediately spread to his taste buds, "Hey, this wine is very good, not worse than dwarves."

"The ale in the monastery has always been famous, otherwise I wouldn't have brought you here." The bishop of the Holy Priest, who is said to be the world's number one divine mantra, frowned and thought carefully for a while, "But in this way, wouldn't Stuart and Pompeii become San Jose's bargaining chips, and they couldn't get rid of them?"

"In this world, how can there be something truly unsolvable. Where poisonous snakes haunt, there must be an antidote within five steps." The lord has nothing to say about Paul's innocence.

Many great people are actually like this, and they are extremely outstanding in their field of expertise. But once it comes to unfamiliar fields, it is no different from ordinary people.

"To solve this dilemma, there must be a certain tacit understanding between Pompey and Stuart." He drained the wine in his glass in one gulp. "Mature politicians don't even have this vision. The problem now is that it is difficult for us to predict how His Majesty Belluni will react."

Seeing Bishop Paul's pensive look, Richard couldn't help laughing, "People like you are naturally suitable to stay in Vatican, just ignore the secular world and concentrate on studying divine arts. But why choose to go to Pompeii to become a bishop and roll in the big dye vat, so why bother."

"Have another drink." He waved the empty wine glass in his hand.

"Drinking alcohol is fine, but excessive drinking is a vice, so each person is limited to one drink per day." The monk with his back bent into a hump put away his empty wine glass.

"He is a senior member of your Church of the Holy Light." The lord immediately pulled Paul's tiger skin as a coat.

But the monk didn't buy it, "Your Bishop must understand."

"The rules here are like this." Paul took out a silver coin to pay the bill, looked at Richard and said, "I'm really not good at dealing with people, but you seem to be very proficient."

"Your Excellency, you are still wrong." The lord of Gaoshan Castle spread his hands and couldn't help smiling, "I'm just a newcomer in Vanity Fair, and I'm only telling you what I can see. As for those deeper and more obscure things, you have to ask others if you want to know."

"If I want to be a good bishop of Pompeii, I must learn these things." Paul's tone sounded like he was talking to himself.

"That's right. If you were a magister and could kill a group of heavy cavalry with a wave of your hand, then the problem would be much easier." Li Cha shrugged, "But unfortunately, your Church of the Holy Light doesn't even have a single offensive magic."

"Although your realm is as high as a two-story building, this world is very realistic. Without the ability to destroy, it is impossible to deter ordinary people."

"Actually, do you know?" Paul suddenly raised his head. "A long time ago, the church not only had the offensive and defensive divine spells like 'Holy Light Thorn', but also high-level purely offensive divine spells like 'Judgment Blade' and 'Holy Light Judgment'. The Holy Bishop has a terrifying attack power that is not weaker than that of a magister."