In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"No, no, no, the Romans must not be allowed to join. This is a matter of sovereignty!"

The whole meeting hall immediately quarreled, everyone's buttocks were not clean, some took bribes, some took mistresses everywhere, there were too many investigations that started from a small incident in history, followed by expansion, and deviation. Have to guard against.

A smile appeared on the corner of Richelieu's mouth. He liked to use power to overwhelm people, but now the officials' attitude is 'power', and no one can stop him. However, when he saw Queen Mary, his expression froze again.

The queen sipped the black tea quietly, as if she didn't hear anything, and when everyone looked at her, the beautiful lady smiled.

"My lord bishop is right, but it's a pity that this is not a problem of Rome alone." She raised a document, which was sent by Dion just before the meeting.

"The lord of Britain—His Majesty King Arthur sent an official document requesting France to investigate the case of Rosen's disappearance, because this His Highness is not only the Prince of Rome, but also the Honorary Knight of the Round Table! If France does not allow the Roman Empire to participate in the investigation, she will personally Come across the strait!"

When one word falls, the audience can hear needles falling......

Half a day later, the French government issued an official order to invite the Roman Emperor Nero, the heroic Mordred, and Tamamomae to join the investigation of the disappearance of the prince. The words were sincere and all departments must cooperate.

Observers all over the world were stunned. This was a result beyond their expectations, and it was also the first time since the new era that the five gangsters compromised. However, the inside story spread, and the experts immediately felt relieved.

Rome is indeed not qualified, but Britain has an overwhelming advantage by stepping in. When France is defending against monsters, as long as the ruler's brain is not bad, he will never mess with King Arthur again.

After half a year, the strength of this country has slowly recovered. As long as they cross the strait, they can capture Paris within a week!

The Frenchman endured it and acted in a hurry. No matter how dissatisfied, he could only settle the account after the monster was dealt with. In the prime minister's mansion, the sound of throwing things made the guards shudder.

Prime Minister Richelieu was in a bad mood, and no one dared to provoke him. Unfortunately, the guards did not have clairvoyant eyes, and could not see all kinds of objects, but were pulled down by magic power. He was sitting behind the table, as calm as water.

"Enough, if you throw it down, people will be suspicious." Richelieu raised his hand, and the blond man stopped immediately.

"You don't seem to be nervous at all?" Cornelius Aruba smiled. After all, they are the public enemies of mankind. If something is found out, they will be besieged by everyone.

"Why am I nervous? That guy 'Zhu' has already acted on his own. Instead of being angry, it's better to think about a solution." Richelieu's face was as dark as water, his mouth was calm, but in fact he was already extremely angry.

That bastard who did more than succeed in his successes!Even now there is no response!If you kill Rosen, that's fine. If you don't do anything, isn't it just cheating yourself?

It's easy to invite Mordred and others in, but it's very difficult to let them go. If any evidence is caught, the whole plan will collapse!

"I didn't expect that King Arthur would actually intervene. Isn't the 'father and son' in the legend like enemies? And this doesn't look like her style."

Richelieu stroked his mustache, which was the biggest reason for him to let go. The two heroic spirits can still deal with it. If the Knights of the Round Table join in, the whole situation will be very complicated.

He didn't expect that King Arthur owed Rosen a favor, and he only thought that Rome and Britain had reached a deal.

"It's okay, it's an opportunity when you think about it. The more tense the situation, the better. It's best to let the two countries fight! This way, after all human countries fall into civil war, it will be beneficial to us!" The bishop frowned, and only needed to control the rhythm properly. It might even turn out to be a good thing.

His index finger tapped on the table, and after a few seconds, he paused slowly.

"The plan has to enter the third step. Just use the plan and give up a certain avatar in exchange for the greatest benefit..."

The old man sitting upright smiled, without saying anything, just said indifferently: "Cornelius, issue an order to the church to invite Saint George and Shiro Amakusa to come to Paris. I have something important to announce."

"Yes." The young man bowed and walked towards Notre Dame Cathedral without asking any further questions.

PS: Umm, transition, transition.

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The vast continent of Africa.

Because of historical and technological factors, this place fell ten years ago and became the first continent in the world to fall as a whole. Only Ramses II of Egypt led a group of pharaohs to retreat to Alexandria, relying on the countries along the Mediterranean Sea. Only with support can human footprints be preserved in the end.

Because of this, the people of Egypt went from ten to eight or nine, and they withdrew from the hegemony stage before entering the arena. Even as great as Ozymandias, without soldiers in his hands, he could only infiltrate west of the Sahara Desert.

It has been ten years since it was occupied, and the breath of human beings has long since disappeared. Only weedy villages and dilapidated roads tell the glory of the past, and tens of millions of human beings have died, and dead bones can be seen everywhere. They were either torn to pieces by monsters, or killed by their own kind on the way to escape.

It was very gloomy, as if the air was filled with the smell of death, and the wind was blowing, as if countless ghosts were telling the cruelty of fate.

Looking down from the sky, a young girl and a young man walked into the town, the first pair of human visitors in more than ten years.

The words on the landmark sign at the door can no longer be read clearly, and Rosen can only make out the following words:  … Dia

He is not good at geography, and he tilted his head to think for a long time, but he didn't know where it was. Rosen glanced at the girl beside him, but finally didn't ask.

Joan had never been to school before, let alone Africa, maybe even the capitals of European countries could not be finished.

"Let's go in first and see if we can find something like a map." Rosen smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

"Should we look separately?" The two of them fled together for hundreds of miles, and they were considered acquainted, and the saint was not shy.

"No need, getting together is more conducive to fighting, and find a place to rest by the way." Rosen seemed very relaxed. He was originally an 'African', and it was as warm as coming home here.

The two immediately entered the city. There had been no humans for so many years, the weeds were more than half a meter high, many things had already weathered, and the cars on the road were also rusty.

Rosen was very careful, and his walking speed became extremely slow. After putting on the conceptual dress [Eagle Eye], he kept searching for traces of monsters around him. After half an hour of sneaking like this, he finally found a commanding height.

It was a church, which seemed to have existed for a hundred years, and it was even more dilapidated after no one repaired it in the new era. The wooden door was already rotten, and it fell down with a slight push.

There were skeletons everywhere inside, and it could be seen that many people hid here until they starved to death. Joan of Arc's face flashed a look of unbearable, and she gently dragged these dead bones to the backyard to dig a pit and bury them.

Rosen didn't want to disturb her, so he climbed to the clock tower and looked around.

call......

As the sun set, the man standing at the top of the clock tower lit a cigarette, and white smoke rose, which finally added a bit of popularity to the place. With the afterglow of the sun, he looked at the girl in white who buried her bones in the backyard.

Steadfast and divine, as if doing something great.

"As expected of Joan of Arc, I believe that she will rebel, the French are simply out of their minds." Rosen shook his head, very satisfied with his companions who fled with him, and put it in a fashionable word——

Full of positive energy!