Ride and Cut

When everyone in Gaoshan Castle was sharpening their knives and preparing for the war, they probably never expected that what greeted them later would be a peaceful time with nothing to do for more than a month.

The frequent falcons made it difficult for this remote rural place in Alpine Castle to keep up with the latest news, so Richard was able to know that it was the Church of Light who sent special envoys to the two countries, bringing with them the handwritten letters of the Pope, in an attempt to mediate the upcoming war and prevent people from being displaced.

The leader of Pompeii's team is called Paul, the only one of the twelve cardinals who is in the top position by his own ability.

As a result, the peace that had already entered the countdown to the end was abruptly extended for another month.

Stuart is a pious country where 90% of the people believe in the Holy Light, so it is understandable for them to sell the church to save face.

However, the situation in Pompeii is a bit interesting-the Church of the Goddess of Ice and Snow in this northern country is deeply rooted, and the relationship with the Church of the Holy Light was originally very cold. But since His Majesty Sargerei took the throne, he has been actively moving closer to the Church of the Holy Light, and the situation has changed again.

Sauron sent a letter saying that the clergy from both churches had a point-to-point debate in front of His Majesty, and it ended with the high priest of the Ice and Snow Goddess Church leaving the meeting in anger.

Many military generals deeply regretted this—in previous years, once a war broke out in Pompeii, the Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess would send priests to join the battle.

Those military priests who wear snowflake emblems and set off ice swords all over the sky on the battlefield are almost a symbol of Pompeii's army, and it is probably rare to see them this time.

"Will the war not come?" Annie was quite optimistic after reading the letter.

"Stupid woman, let's have your big dream." Li Cha shook his head and clicked his tongue, and put the letter in his hand on the candle and burned it to ashes. "Mediation is mediation, and you have to fight if you have to. The actual problem has not been resolved, and the Pope's face is not good."

In fact, the lord vaguely felt that the mediation of the Church of the Holy Light was a bit out of line-this should not be their original intention, but the final result undoubtedly achieved this goal.

The military system of Pompeii is very different from that of Stuart: a Pompeii army has 30,000 to 40,000 people under its jurisdiction, and its personnel formation and equipment configuration have the ability to undertake small-scale battles independently; while the Stuart army has only 3,000 to 4,000 people, and it is necessary to temporarily organize multiple legions during wartime.

These two military systems have their own advantages and disadvantages. In contrast, Pompeii's large army is more likely to have generals supporting themselves, and the biggest advantage is that it is far more convenient and quicker to mobilize than a small army in wartime.

Therefore, in this war that was slightly abrupt to both sides, Pompeii should have undoubtedly had the first-hand advantage. But the Church of the Holy Light's half-way stick has been inserted for a month. After the mediation process is over, Stuart should be ready no matter how dull he is.

Thinking about it, Li Cha felt his brain hurt. He didn't understand why His Majesty Sargerei would offend such a powerful helper of the Ice and Snow Goddess Church to death before a national war.

"If you find it unbelievable, it is likely that you have not learned all the inside information." Annie awakened the dreamer.

"Too."

"The Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess is too independent, so that's fine, but it's also so powerful, it's almost equivalent to a country within a country." Buckland's two small green eyes were hidden behind the dirty glasses, "How can a monarch as talented and generous as His Majesty Sargerei allow two voices to appear in a country, and it is inevitable for them to break up with each other."

"Let's not talk about that." Li Cha finally realized that a little country baron worried about the upper echelons of the country simply because he was full.

"When you are free today, bring Hendra up for interrogation." He took out a roll of parchment from his pocket, flattened it and folded it upside down on the table.

Hendra was originally detained in exchange for ransom, but this guy was out of luck and was sentenced to death by a document. The ransom has naturally become a spectacle, and Li Cha has to wonder whether he can use the waste to squeeze out some residual value.

The two barbarians who were near the door got up and left.

"Do you think Pompeii has a better chance of winning or Stuart?" Waiting is always difficult, so Li Cha casually set up a dragon formation to relieve the boredom.

"It's hard to say." Annie held her chin.

"In terms of national strength alone, the knights are better than Pompeii, and the chances of winning are naturally greater." Buckland took out a crumpled handkerchief and wiped his lenses twice, and put the tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose again for a try.

"Why?" The half-elf raised his eyebrows with surprise on his face, "I've always heard that Pompeii and Stuart are about the same strength, that's why there are so many disputes."

"This saying is outdated. If it was thirty years ago, it would be about the same." Buckland took off his glasses and let out a sigh of relief, then lifted the hem of his dark clothes and wiped it twice.

Annie probably couldn't stand his slovenliness, so she reached out to take it and wiped it with a handkerchief dampened with water, in exchange for which the old white tiger nodded gratefully.

"Why do you say that?" The lord was gnawing on an apple.

"Because of His Majesty Sargerei."

"You are a heroic view of history." Li Cha blurted out a word that no one could understand, but everyone had already gotten used to it, and no one cared at all.

"I seldom use the word perfection to praise people. How can this imperfect world accommodate any perfection? But His Majesty Sargerei, as a monarch, can really be described as perfection." Buckland stretched out his thick and short fingers, counting the great achievements one by one:

"At the beginning of his succession, the currency tax was changed to a tax in kind, and low-interest loans were issued every summer and autumn to save ordinary farmers from bankruptcy. This is the rule of law."

"The entire human world is the first to take the initiative to accept half-orcs for naturalization. It enriches the army without bringing too much financial burden. This is martial arts."

"It is an ambitious goal to allocate huge funds to support the academic research of the Magic Association."

"Personally, I have traveled to every big and small city in the country, which is down-to-earth."

Buckland has an advantage, no matter what he talks about, he can talk very interestingly, so he is definitely the best candidate for killing time.

"His Majesty Sagre did not have the problem of being overjoyed by ordinary monarchs after he succeeded to the throne. He has always been very cautious in his administration. Just in response to the saying that a good fighter has no great achievements, the entire Pompeii was able to recuperate and prosper."

In Li Cha's impression, Buckland had always been good at hurting people, and it was the first time he heard him praise so generously.

"His Majesty Belluni in Stuart is almost a model of a foolish monarch. He basically has not lost any of the vices you can imagine." Buckland snorted disdainfully, "Last year, it seemed that he held a crystal slipper concubine selection activity with great fanfare, and finally forcibly married Cinderella from a commoner family. It is really lewd."

"Strongly condemn." Li Cha drooled enviously, and quickly lowered his head and gnawed a bite of an apple to cover it up.