Chapter 250 of Chapter 250 of Father Mawei's Text: Cooperation, Talking Too Much?
Mavey translated Bismarck's words into Windsor. Archbishop Brandon was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then remembered that Mavey was from Frederick, and that he went to the Kingdom of Windsor to join the Church of the Three Destinies, which was already suspected of 'treason'.
As the Prime Minister of the Empire, Bismarck would certainly not have a good look when seeing Mavey. It should be said that it was not easy for him to sit down and talk calmly.
Who doesn't know that Bismarck had a hot temper?
Archbishop Brandon had some difficulties for a while. From his perspective, if he wanted to ask for help from the delegation from the Kingdom of Frederick, he must first resolve the 'contradiction' between Marvey and Bismarck.
After thinking about it, Archbishop Brandon still couldn't find a good reason, so he simply changed his statement: "Prime Minister Bismarck, we have encountered trouble, and this trouble is also related to your country."
After Mavey's translation, Prime Minister Bismarck placed a few cups of tequila on the table, cut a few lemons and brought a plate of fine salt, gesturing to Mavey and others to taste it.
I twisted a pinch of fine salt and sprinkled it on the tiger's mouth of my right hand, sucked a mouthful of sour lemon, licked off the salt, raised my head suddenly, and the tequila rolled into my throat, burning as if I had swallowed a ball of fire.
With a long sigh of relief, Bismarck put down his wine glass, crossed his legs, and leaned back: "What's the trouble?"
"I wonder if your Excellency has had any contact with the Judgment Cult since you came to Paris?"
"Of course, I contacted you a few days ago."
"After arriving in Paris, we also wanted to communicate with the goddess, but we were surprised to find that the communication method failed."
Bismarck looked at Archbishop Brandon expressionlessly and exhaled a puff of smoke: "You want to tell me that the Wisdom Cult used special means to prevent us from contacting our respective churches?"
"That's right."
There was no need for Archbishop Brandon to deceive himself on this matter. Bismarck knew very well that such a lie that could not withstand detection would be exposed in an instant. It was really stupid to lie on this matter.
He believed Archbishop Brandon and asked: "Why did Anatole block the news?"
"I think it has something to do with Nicholas."
"he?"
Bismarck glanced at Mavey, shook his head and said: "Nicholas is a citizen of the Kingdom of Windsor and has joined the Church of Destiny. What can Anatole do to him? Is it possible that he wants to force Nicholas to stay in Paris?"
Archbishop Brandon and the second prince remained silent, and Bismarck couldn't sit still: "Anatole really intends to force Nicholas to stay?"
"Although this is just our guess, the probability of this happening is very high. Just now, His Majesty Napoleon quietly met Nicholas and invited him to stay in Paris." The second prince said.
Bismarck knew Mavey's true identity and could roughly guess their plan. Once they were left in Paris by Anatole and their previous plans were ruined, what would Daniel do?
He is the first crown prince!
"Everyone came to Paris to hold talks on potions, and regarding potions, the Manstein Potions Company has become a link between the kingdoms. In other words, without Nicholas, there would be no such thing as this meeting.
talks."
Archbishop Brandon's tone was serious: "What Anatole has done has touched the peace treaties signed by various countries. Napoleon's wanton invasion of various kingdoms may be repeated again."
"This is no longer half a century ago." Bismarck said: "The firearms and artillery we use now have already been updated and iterated. Napoleon's military tactics are no longer applicable to the current battlefield, not to mention that the Judgment Church is the most powerful church.
, no one is afraid.”
To say that the most powerful god in the Apocalypse God System, there is no doubt that it must be Neleida, the God of Apocalypse, but the one with the strongest attack power must be Seokula, the God of Judgment!
He is the God of judgment!
He who possesses the Holy Sword of Judgment is one of the most powerful beings in the Apocalypse God System!
Now that Nereida disappears, Seokula is the most powerful god!
Ma Wei has never experienced Seokula's strength, but Edward has fought against him several times. Unfortunately, Edward was defeated every time.
If it weren't for the terrifying innate ability of the Vampires, Edward might have been captured by Seokula long ago.
"Your gods are indeed powerful, but what we are talking about now has nothing to do with the strength of the gods, but the magic potion!" Archbishop Brandon reminded: "Don't forget, your Excellency, Manstein Company is currently the largest potion company.
, we came with the sincerity to open up the market, this matter is good for everyone, but Anatole wants to monopolize it!"
"If Anatole gets Nicholas, coupled with the creative power of the Wisdom Cult, within a year, the strength of Bonaparte's First Empire will undergo a qualitative leap!"
"This is not a good thing for Frederick's Kingdom!"
After listening to Archbishop Brandon's words, Bismarck laughed instead: "It is certainly not a good thing to let Anatole get Nicholas. On the contrary, would it be beneficial to the Kingdom of Frederick to let Nicholas stay in the Kingdom of Windsor? It's just half a catty, who?
Don’t talk about anyone, why not talk about something practical.”
Archbishop Brandon had already expected this, and nodded and said: "If you are willing to help us escape from Paris, then at tomorrow's meeting, I am willing to make concessions on behalf of the Church of Destiny and give up part of the market to the Kingdom of Frederick."
This is what Bismarck wanted to hear. Although he knew that he would help Mawei for the sake of the First Crown Prince, there was nothing wrong with getting some benefits. In the same situation, Archbishop Brandon would do the same.
"My requirements are not high."
Bismarck took a puff of his cigar, opened the gift box brought by Mawei and others, took out a bottle of mercury blood, and observed through the sunlight: "This is the high-level magic potion mercury blood. I heard that it has miraculous effects on extraordinary creatures.
I don’t want any market share, so let’s exchange it for the formula of mercury blood.”
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, Archbishop Brandon rejected Bismarck's conditions without hesitation: "No! Mercury blood is the strategic potion of the church, and we will never hand over the formula!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The blood of mercury was brought to the Kingdom of Windsor by Nicholas, and Nicholas is a Frederick. No matter how you look at it, the blood of mercury should belong to us.
This request is not too much.”
"On the issue of potion formula, I will not make concessions!" Archbishop Brandon insisted: "At most, we agree that the blood of mercury will flow into the potion market of Frederick's Kingdom, and you can buy it through trading.
Blood, and the price is reasonable, this is the bottom line I can give!"
Seemingly sensing Archbishop Brandon's eagerness to reach cooperation without sacrificing the bottom line, Bismarck did not continue to ask for more conditions. The willingness to sell mercury blood was already the bottom line of the Church of Destiny. Countries would only use strategic potions like this.
Reserve a large amount and will never sell it easily.
"What's your plan?"
Seeing that Bismarck agreed to his conditions, Archbishop Brandon breathed a sigh of relief. With the participation of the delegation from the Kingdom of Frederick, their plan to escape Paris was almost certain, at least more reliable than the delegation from the Roman Republic.
"The whole of Paris cannot deliver the message, and this is the territory of the Wisdom Cult. My idea is to find a way to leave Paris after tomorrow's meeting and summon the goddess to come. We brought a saint on this trip, so we can only
By holding back Anatole, if the God of Judgment Scyracula also comes, we can deal with other enemies."
"There is nothing wrong with the subsequent plan. The key is how to escape Paris?" Bismarck asked: "Since Anatole wants to keep Nicholas, he must have anticipated your escape. Paris is now heavily guarded, and there is Anatole."
It’s not easy to escape from under His watch.”
"I haven't thought about this yet."
Archbishop Brandon sighed: "We have just arrived in Paris and are not familiar enough with the situation here to give practical and effective plans."
"Think about it carefully." Bismarck said: "There is still time. The talks should last for a few days."
"Um."
After reaching cooperation, Archbishop Brandon stood up to leave. Before leaving, Bismarck asked in a subtle way: "Nicholas, I heard that you brought your family to Paris?"
"You mean Felix and Jonas? Yes, they came to Paris too."
Bismarck nodded slowly: "Did they come to Paris on their own initiative?"
"certainly."
"very good."
Bismarck closed the door. On the way back to the room, the second prince asked curiously: "What did you say to Prime Minister Bismarck just now?"
"Oh, he asked Felix and Jonas. They are both Junker nobles. It is said that our ancestors have a relationship with the Bismarck family."
"It's too late to think of building a relationship now." The second prince curled his lips, feeling that Bismarck also wanted to win over Ma Wei: "If he really remembered you, he should have helped your family when it was in trouble, instead of waiting until
It’s only when you are glorious again that you remember to reminisce about the past!”
Ma Wei smiled and noticed the sunshine outside the window from the corner of his eye. Paris was different from London. The weather was clear and sunny, and the temperature was much warmer. The coats brought from the Kingdom of Windsor were somewhat out of season. Most of the pedestrians on the street were
Wear a long-sleeved jacket instead of a heavy wool coat.
After returning to the room with nothing to do, Ma Wei couldn't sit still, so he simply asked Yunia, Levin, and Daniel to go out for a walk. It was a rare visit to Paris, so wouldn't it be a pity to just stay in the room?
At a mansion, the Knights of the Holy Silver Cross and several clergymen followed. They did not restrict Ma Wei's personal freedom, but they followed him step by step. No matter where Ma Wei went, there would be policemen on tall horses.
open circuit.
The Champs Elysées is a typical wealthy area with beautiful scenery and bright sunshine. The streets are spotless. When walking here, Ma Wei always feels unreal.
The overall picture of a city must be complex. Old towns and new buildings are bound to appear in the process of urbanization. The Champs Elysées is an emerging urban area established in recent years. Walking here makes people feel the beauty of Paris, but in fact
As long as you cross the Seine and walk a few blocks, you will see the dark and damp poor areas.
Poor and rich, heaven and hell are the whole picture of Paris. Just like the huge gap between the East End and the West End of London, the poor living in Paris are also in dire straits.
The hard leather shoes stepped on the muddy streets of the slums, and the horse's hooves were also covered in mud. A faint smell came with the breeze. Children wearing ill-fitting clothes ran on the street, chasing an iron hoop, but soon
They were dragged into the house by their parents, and looked through the cracks in the doors and windows at Ma Wei and others who suddenly appeared and were incompatible with the slums.
"Brother, we don't seem to be welcome here." Levin said, looking at the originally lively street that had become deserted in a short period of time.
"It was our dress that scared them and those soldiers." Ma Wei looked back and saw members of the Knights of the Holy Silver Cross riding on horses, their silver armor shining brightly in the sun. Who wouldn't be afraid to see this?
Woolen cloth?
"Let's go. If we stay any longer, we will disturb their lives."
Ma Wei turned around and returned along the way he came. Although he had a mysophobia, he never disliked the residents living in the slums because of hygiene problems. He was also a child of a poor family and grew up in such a dirty street.
I don’t regard myself as a superior person.
But now the streets of the slums no longer welcome him, or in other words, his arrival will affect people's normal lives. This feeling is very bad, as if the position has changed.
"If we want to blend in here, we must first get rid of the soldiers who are following us, and then change into plain clothes," Daniel said, "so that they will not treat us as outsiders."
"Why can't we let them wear the same clothes as us?" Ma Wei asked.
Daniel blinked: "At that time, the rich will also find new expressions that symbolize their status. As long as there is a gap between the rich and the poor, the contrast will not disappear."
"Yeah. This is indeed a headache."
Ma Wei took a deep breath. He didn't know if he could solve all this. He could only take one step at a time. Maybe the key to solving the gap between rich and poor lies in the gods. Just like in the golden age, everyone was rich and worry-free.
As he comes into contact with more and more gods, Ma Wei increasingly feels that the golden age is the most special era. After experiencing the fear of the ancient gods, mankind has ushered in a glorious period. Alchemy has solved the food problem, and people no longer live for food.
But in the end, rituals and music collapsed, and humans abandoned their gods for the first time.
Since then, in the natural era, the Odin pantheon has begun to use the unknown to establish order and control humans again. Surprisingly, even if the Kingdom of God is lost in the endless darkness, the people living in Asgard still live a self-sufficient life.
The life lasts longer than the golden age and the real era.
Did the Golden Gods do anything wrong?
Was Odin's choice the right one?
Ma Wei felt that if he wanted to solve these problems, he might have to meet the golden gods in person.
They will definitely be able to give very instructive suggestions.
The next day.
"Nicholas! Nicholas!"
Amidst the fierce knocking on the door, Ma Wei, who had just woken up, opened the door, looked at the second prince outside the door, and said helplessly: "Your Highness, it is only 7 o'clock, and there are still 2 hours before the meeting."
"Something happened! It seems our intention to cross the border to capture mermaids has been exposed!"