Ride and Cut

"If your Majesty really... Actually, it might not be a good result for the common people, they will appreciate you." Even John II seemed hesitant, "But..."

　　 "I have decided, it is not enough to show my sincerity." Belluni waved his hand, his attitude was as firm as a stone in a pit, "You don't need to advise."

　　 The Pompeii envoys still couldn't believe it. Just by looking at their expressions, they knew that someone suspected that they were dreaming.

　　 "Pop!" Then Richard slapped him with a slap in the face.

　　 The man covered his face infinitely wronged, "What are you doing?"

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

　　 "I'm requesting the adjournment on behalf of San Jose!" Prince Abel slowly raised his right hand, his face solemn as if he was a king who had eaten a weight.

　　 "His Royal Highness Prince Abel, although it may not be respectful to ask, but what's the matter with you?" Richard just wanted to disgust him.

　　Lord Lord has seen Abel upset for a long time, and this guy is playing with the dragon flute around his neck twice, for fear that others will not see the same.

　　 For the Dragon Knight, this small short stick brings more than a little bit of convenience.

　　The dragon is a very sleepy creature. It is said that two-thirds of its life will be spent in sleep. With the dragon flute, you can take the dragon companion with you. If not, you can only run to Longyuan in one trip.

　　Although Richard is not a dragon knight, he has always had a kind of self-confidence. He always feels that getting a dragon mount is not a matter of grasping it, only thinking about it and whether it can be done.

　　 So this spirit dragon knight also wanted to root the dragon flute, especially.

　　 By the way, Pompeii hadn't mastered the alchemy technique of the Dragon Flute at all. If nothing else, the possibility of him getting started was infinitely close to zero.

　　 So in his opinion, Abel's behavior Hong Guoguo is showing off. This emotion is generally called-pink eye.

　　 "The land of the ancient country must not fall into the hands of the descendants of the rebels. This is a blasphemy against the ancestors!" Prince Abel's handsome and pale face was full of cold and awe-inspiring writing, and his thin lips were red as blood.

　　 He stood up, his voice impassioned: "The savage and ignorant Pompeii will only displace the common people and shame the nobles. There will be red rain in the sky, and the land will never be harvested, and the heroes of the kings will not be able to sleep!"

　　 This is equivalent to pointing to the nose and cursing, and there is no basis at all. All the Pompeii envoys were angry because of this, and the scene suddenly became noisy.

　　 "Speaking of us being barbaric, it is you who yelled at yourself, who is more barbaric." Lord Lord smiled and won applause behind him.

　　 "Baron, pay attention to the tone of your talk to me!" Prince Abel snorted coldly from his nose.

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

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

　　 Of course, there is no quasi-head, and I don’t know where I flew. I only heard a loud "bang".

　　 A ray of sunlight leaked in from the gap, a clear beam of light appeared in the fly ash, and it hit the brown floor to form a dazzling spot, which immediately caused an uproar and chaotic collision of tables and chairs.

　　 All buildings in Vatican are made of rock, and this conference room is no exception. What a terrifying power you have in your hand to break a hard rock wall with just one gold coin!

　　 Prince Abel's face is a bit ugly.

　　Similar to a meeting of this size, it is the most basic to collect all weapons before entering the venue. He didn't expect that someone could use coins to play such an exaggerated power!

　　 Richard smiled triumphantly.

　　 Since he possessed magnetic power, he asked Robbie to make several counterfeit coins with gilded iron cores for him. It's not that I want to do a shoddy business, I'm just preparing to bluff people at the critical moment, and now it seems that the effect is really good.

　　 The conflict between Pompeii and San Jose cannot be reconciled at all, and it is impossible to win any friendship by treating others with courtesy. In that case, what about tearing your face?

　　 If there is no strong partner, forbearance will become synonymous with cowardice! If you don't light up your punch-bag big fist, how can the enemy know how to write the word fear.

　　 After tearing it up, I have to sit down and talk again.

"I want to fight you!" Several San Jose envoys threw their gloves at the lord of Alpine Fort, and Pompeii was not at all shocked. The gloves flew around in the air for a while, as they yelled and cursed each other. It's not lively.

　　 "I announce, adjourn the meeting!" John II sighed and rubbed his temples tiredly.

　　 "Masters, there is a lounge outside. Please choose one by yourself. We will come back this afternoon."

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　　 "This guy is a prince at any rate. It doesn't seem to have any demeanor like a street gangster, and it's not too bad." Richard went to the toilet first to let the water out. When he came back, other people were discussing in full swing.

　　 Pompeii has traditionally been very fond of such tough guys who can stand up at critical moments, and they responded with applause.

　　 "You are not the same." Bedrick moved his **** aside on the bench to make room for him.

　　 "I understand this guy Abel~www.readwn.com~ that is a cunning fox, and his anger is definitely a performance." Prince Schmidt said.

　　 "How do you say?" Bedrick asked curiously.

　　 "Abel knows too much about the consequences of Pompeii's eating two and a half provinces in one go, which is absolutely unacceptable in San Jose."

"As long as this matter can be disturbed, even if it is even less dignified and embarrassing ten times, Abel will not hesitate even if he lay down on the ground to learn how to bark." Schmidt pointed to his nose, "We act as Prince, if you can't let go of this figure at a critical moment, how can you be worthy of your identity and salary!"

　　 "What if you have to eat shit?" Lord Lord asked with concern.

"..." Prince Schmidt watched Richard being speechless for a long time, and couldn't figure out what was in this man's mind. He said for a long time: "That's two and a half provinces, if it's me... eating **** Just eat shit!"

　　 "Cruel! Too cruel!" The Lord's admiration was like a surging river, and he would rather die than do it for him.

　　 "I guess Prince Abel must be desperately communicating with the domestic communication magic stone now." Bishop Paul leaned on his back, looking relaxed.

　　 "No matter how he communicates, we must first unify our opinions." Prince Schmidt said, obviously a little too excited to be restrained.

　　 This high-ranking nobleman who has always been reticent and polite, he tore off his bow tie and burst into swearing, "Damn it, it seems that Belluni is really completely crazy, good crazy."

　　 After all, before he came, he was ready to cut the meat. Who would have thought that such a big piece of pie would fall on his head out of thin air.