Ride and Cut

"Your Majesty, if you are really...in fact, it is a good result for the common people, they will be grateful to you." Even John II seemed a little hesitant, "But..."

"I have made up my mind, otherwise it is not enough to show my sincerity." Belluni waved his hand, his attitude was as firm as a stone in a latrine, "You don't need to persuade me."

The Pompeii envoys still can't believe it, and they can tell from their expressions that someone suspects that they are dreaming.

"Slap!" So Li Cha raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

The man covered his face with endless grievances, "Why?"

"Does it hurt? Pain is not a dream." The lord shook his hand. Well, it's a little numb, it shouldn't be a dream.

"On behalf of San Jose, I ask for an adjournment!" Prince Abel slowly raised his right hand, with a serious face like a bastard who has eaten a weight.

"His Royal Highness Prince Abel, although it may not be respectful to ask such a question, but what does this have to do with you?" Richard simply wanted to disgust him.

The lord has been unhappy with Abel for a long time, and this guy just played with the dragon flute around his neck twice, for fear that others would not see it.

For the dragon knight, the convenience brought by this small short stick is more than just a little bit.

The giant dragon is a very sleepy creature, and it is said that two-thirds of its life will be spent in sleep. With a dragon flute, you can take your dragon companion with you wherever you go. If not, you can only run to Longyuan one after another.

Although Li Cha is not a dragon knight, he has always had a kind of self-confidence. He always feels that getting a giant dragon mount is not easy for him, he can only think about it or not.

So this spiritual dragon knight also wants a dragon flute very much, especially.

However, Pompeii did not master the alchemy technique of the dragon flute at all. If there is no accident, the possibility of him getting it is infinitely close to zero.

So in his opinion, Abel's behavior is to show off, this kind of emotion is generally called - pink eye disease.

"The land of the ancient country must never fall into the hands of the descendants of the rebels. This is a blasphemy to the ancestors!" Prince Abel's handsome and pale face was full of coldness, and his thin lips were as red as blood.

He stood up with an impassioned voice: "The barbaric and ignorant Pompeii will only drive the civilians home and shame the nobles. Red rain will fall from the sky, the land will be harvested, and the heroes of the kings will not sleep peacefully!"

This is equivalent to cursing someone by pointing their noses, and there is no basis at all. All the Pompey envoys were angry because of this, and the scene suddenly became noisy.

"You said we were barbaric, but you were the one who yelled at us. Who is more barbaric?" The lord smiled, winning applause behind him.

"Baron, pay attention to the tone you speak to me!" Prince Abel snorted coldly from his nose.

"Heh." Li Cha took out a gold coin, sandwiched it between his index finger and thumb, squinted one eye to aim at Abel, and flicked his fingers.

The gold coin turned into a stream of light in an instant, and it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye.

Of course there was no accurate head, and I don't know where it flew, only a loud "bang" was heard.

A ray of sunlight leaked in through the gap, showing a clear beam of light in the fly ash, and forming a dazzling light spot on the brown floor, which immediately caused an uproar and chaotic crash of tables and chairs.

All buildings in Vatican are made of rock, and this meeting room is no exception. It takes only one gold coin to break open a solid rock wall, what a terrifying power it must have!

Prince Abel's face was a little ugly.

For a meeting of this size, collecting all weapons before entering the venue is the most basic. He didn't expect that there are still people who can use coins to play such an exaggerated power!

Li Cha smiled smugly.

Since he had the power of magnetism, he asked Robbie to make him a few counterfeit coins with gold-plated iron cores. It's not that I want to do shoddy business, I'm just preparing to use it to bluff people at critical moments, and now it seems that the effect is really not bad.

There was no reconciliation between Pompeii and San Jose, and no friendship could be won by treating people with courtesy. In that case, so what if you tear your face apart?

If there is no strong companion, forbearance will become synonymous with cowardice! If you don't show off your sandbag-sized fist, how will the enemy know how to write the word "Ji".

After tearing it up, you don't have to sit down and talk again.

"I want to duel with you!" Several envoys from San Jose threw gloves at the lord of Alpine Fort, and Pompeii didn't hesitate at all. For a while, the gloves flew back and forth in the air, accompanied by their own shouting and cursing, which was very lively.

"I announce the adjournment!" John II sighed, rubbing his temples wearily.

"My lords, there is a rest room outside, please choose it yourself, we will come back in the afternoon."

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"This guy is a prince after all, he doesn't have the slightest demeanor like a street gangster, and he doesn't think he's inferior." Li Cha first went to the toilet to drain the water, and when he came back, other people were discussing in full swing.

Pompeii traditionally has a great impression of such a tough guy who can stand up at a critical moment, and he applauded generously.

"You are not the same." Bedric moved his butt to the side on the bench to make room for him.

"I know Abel, he's a cunning fox, and his anger is definitely staged," said Prince Schmidt.

"How?" Bedric asked curiously.

"Abel is too aware of the consequences of Pompeii eating two and a half provinces in one go, which is absolutely unacceptable to San Jose."

"As long as we can get this matter out of the way, even if it's more disgraceful and embarrassing ten times more, even lying on the ground like a dog barking on the spot, Abel will not hesitate at all." Schmidt pointed to his nose, "As princes, if we can't let go of our figure at critical moments, how can we be worthy of our status and salary!"

"What if you have to eat dog shit?" The lord asked with concern.

"..." Prince Schmidt looked at Li Cha and was speechless for a long time. He couldn't figure out what was going on in this man's mind. It took him a long time before he said, "That's two and a half provinces. If it were me... I would eat dog shit!"

"Ruthless! Too ruthless!" The lord's admiration is like a torrent of water, and he would definitely rather die than do it.

"I guess, Prince Abel must be trying his best to communicate with the domestic communication magic stone." Bishop Paul leaned on the back, looking very relaxed.

"No matter how he communicates, we must first unify our opinions within ourselves." Prince Schmidt was talking, obviously a little too excited to hold back.

This high-ranking aristocrat, who has always been taciturn and polite, tore off his bow tie in front of everyone and swears, "Damn it, it seems that Belluni is really completely crazy, so crazy."

After all, before coming here, he was already ready to cut his flesh. Who would have thought that such a large pie would be dropped on the head out of thin air.