Ride and Cut

"But do you think there will be any traps here?" Bedric frowned and said worriedly, "I seriously doubt that the Book of the Dead is in the hands of Belluni. Will he use the power of the Book of the Dead to trip us up by ceding land?"

"The Book of the Dead is in Belluni's hands. There are nine out of ten chances that it hasn't escaped." The lord paused, and then continued, "I observed it specifically when I made the statement. It's hard to fake a person's first reaction. That kind of fleeting surprise is unmistakable."

"That is to say, it is indeed possible for Belluni to stumble?"

"If he does this, we won't lose anything as long as we give up the new territory immediately, and any fool will know that he is playing tricks."

"Besides, no matter how powerful it is, it's just a piece of magic equipment. How could it cause troubles in two provinces?" Li Cha scoffed at this speculation, "It's almost the same if there is a necromancer who works hard for ten or eight years."

"Magic is the same as divine art. You can't improve it by practicing hard alone. Now there is no environment for undead magic to communicate. Even if someone occasionally breaks through the taboo, it is almost impossible to advance to a magister." Bishop Paul also blocked this only possibility.

"And we have spies in Stuart." Prince Schmidt patiently taught his immature nephew, "Their large-scale actions must not be hidden from us, just as ours cannot be hidden from them."

The lord looked at Paul very playfully. The former cardinal seemed to have accidentally slipped his mouth. He actually thought that divine arts also needed communication to improve—you must know that most people firmly believe that as long as they are pious.

As expected of the person with the highest cultivation of divine arts in the past three hundred years, his understanding is several dimensions higher than that of ordinary priests.

"You young people may not know that Belluni was once a famous patriot. At that time, he must have never imagined that he would take the initiative to split Stuart..." Prince Schmidt sighed, "Crazy, no matter what kind of hero, once he suffers, he will no longer have dignity."

"I've heard a little bit that his long poem "My Motherland and Me" was once widely sung among the people." After all, Bishop Paul was a little older. "At that time, many people believed that he would lead Stuart to glory."

"There will always be potential risks in this matter." Bedrick seemed a little too cautious.

"Why do you think so much? If you don't eat the meat, you will be punished by God." The lord put his arms around his shoulders, "I'm afraid of even this little risk. I can really eat shit, drink cold water, and even choke to death."

"Li Cha is right. The benefits far outweigh the risks. It's worth doing anything."

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

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Prince Abel sat on the chair with his arms folded, a relaxed smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Bishop Paul guessed right, he did frantically communicate with China with the magic stone just now.

It was a big matter, and his uncle, the emperor of San Jose, His Majesty the wise Neo made an exception and put down his gardening work and responded to him in person.

It seemed that he was still thinking about the half-built laurel tree. His Majesty Neo's suggestion was very brief, and only included ideas but no specific measures—since Beruni was already crazy, he should be dealt with in the same way as a lunatic.

After finishing speaking, he hung up, and then called the court attendant, saying that His Majesty wanted to prune the laurel, and refused to answer.

But Abel was in a hurry and couldn't find a way out like an ant in a hot pot. Hearing this sentence was like pouring a basin of ice water on his head, and he woke up instantly.

Yes, to deal with lunatics, of course, you have to use the method to deal with lunatics, but I have been looking for answers in the way of normal people before, how could I gain something?

The way to deal with madmen. Abel slowly held the dragon flute around his neck.

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When the sun crossed the top of the sky and began to set, the envoys and representatives poured into the conference hall again to continue the unfinished business of the morning.

The strange thing is that both the envoys from Pompeii and San Jose seem to be full of confidence and look like they are sure of victory.

On the other hand, on Stuart's side, except for Belluni himself, who was blushing, almost everyone else was expressionless, as if they had resigned themselves to their fate.

"Your Majesty, when can our country and your country sign the treaty?" Prince Schmidt looked at the person he hated so much not long ago, and smiled very warmly.

"Anytime." Belluni yawned, and took out the seal from his pocket, "Do you need my stamp?"

"Your Majesty, do you agree with this?" Prince Schmidt turned to look at the Pope sitting at the end of the long table.

"Although, with all due respect, it's a bit weird." John II's expression vividly explained what hesitating to say, but he finally nodded, "In any case, since the problem can be resolved peacefully, I agree with the will of the Lord on behalf of the Lord."

"Your Majesty, stamp here." Prince Schmidt presented a freshly baked credential with both hands, "His Royal Highness Crown Prince Bedrick has signed on behalf of His Majesty Sargerei."

"Wait." Seeing that something good was about to happen, Abel, who had been silent all this time, called a timeout.

The Prince of San Jose looked at Belluni and said, "Your Majesty, do you like to watch duels?"

"Duel? Of course I like it, especially the three-on-three competition system."

"Then how about asking Pompeii to have a knight duel with the San Jose envoys." Prince Abel said, "If they win, everything will go on as usual. But if we win, please take back your order."

There was an uproar.

Not only the people from Pompeii, but also Stuart and the people from the two churches all stared wide-eyed.

"It's absurd to link state affairs with a duel." Prince Schmidt would really see the dead if he could agree.

By convention, when the knights duel, the mounts will also go into battle together.

The meaning of the dragon flute is vividly reflected at this moment.

San Jose has dragon flutes, which means that if Abel chooses to end, there will be a dragon following him to help punch.

But Stuart didn't have a dragon flute at all, so for the convenience of the itinerary, several dragon knights didn't join the mission at all.

Generally speaking, without the participation of a top master like a magister, the difference between having a dragon and not having a dragon would be too great. Even in the eyes of the Pompeii envoys, their side has little chance of winning.

Although the lord of Alpine Fort does have the name of a dragon slayer, everyone always feels a little watery. After all, undead dragons and living dragons are still two different things!

"But it's really interesting, isn't it?" Belluni slapped his hands again and again, his face brimming with joy, "That's it, choose three people at the same time, hurry up."