The Devil's Gate may appear anywhere where the ancient gods appear!
Although the Devil's Gate has only appeared once so far, that does not mean that the Devil's Gate will not appear in Paris!
but...
"Is the risk of summoning the Devil's Gate too high?" Daniel asked: "There are two supreme gods behind the Devil's Gate! Once they are released...the consequences will be disastrous! The lives of millions of people in Paris will be in danger.
It’s guaranteed!”
If the Ancient God of Wisdom and the Ancient God of Contract come to Paris, Ma Wei no longer dares to think about what will happen to Paris.
This huge and prosperous city will probably disappear in an instant...
"Dad, didn't the prophecy left by Nelei Yinda say that the person who opens the devil's door is the prophecy? I think it's you, dad, but you obviously won't open the devil's door!"
Yunia smiled narrowly, her eyes rolled up: "Everyone says that prophecies can't go wrong. If that's the case, why don't we use the prophecies to summon the Devil's Gate to scare Anatole? She must look very panicked.
interesting!"
Yunia is a bit sinister, and Ma Wei has discovered it a long time ago. Her kindness is only for her own people, and for others... she is not polite at all.
According to the prophecy on the disaster stele, the current situation should be in the stage of disaster, and it is still far away from the opening of the devil's door. Nelei Yinda who left the prophecy is Asis, and what she said will most likely not be wrong.
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Ma Wei is not narcissistic enough to believe that the person who predicted the prophecy must be himself, but judging from all the things that happened before, the New God obviously refers to Yunia. Inferring from this, the person who predicted the prophecy must appear in the New God System, which is the truth.
In the church, how could Ma Wei, Lai Wen and Daniel in London not think about opening the door to the devil?
Everyone is in awe of the prophecy, but Yunia has a different idea. Not only is she not afraid, but she also uses the devil's door that is feared by all gods...
Or maybe it is said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!
The way to summon the Demon Gate is very simple. Just like last time, as long as you untie the Black Madonna, it will form a medium to summon the Demon Gate to come. This was originally a treasure belonging to the ancient gods, but for some reason it fell to Fen.
En Drost's hands were stolen back again by the communication.
At first Mawei thought it was a coincidence, but then he thought about it and found that the letter was related to Asis, and Asis was the creator of the Demon Gate. There were inextricable connections between the two, who could summon
Perhaps it was not a coincidence but an inevitability that the Black Madonna statue at the Devil's Gate fell into the hands of the source.
Furthermore...
Since the prophet who opened the Devil's Gate came from the Church of Truth, the ancient god's power that controls the Devil's Gate will definitely find ways to deliver the Devil's Gate to the prophet. This is bound to happen!
In the end, Mavi took Yunia's suggestion and decided to use the statue of the Black Madonna.
Of course, this plan cannot be told to the second prince and Archbishop Brandon. In their eyes, everything must go according to the original plan.
At the meeting on the second day, the Kingdom of Windsor really used a delaying plan and kept criticizing. No matter what the representatives of the other three countries said, they just refused to adopt it.
This made the representatives of the Roman Republic very angry. Originally, everyone had been talking peacefully in the past few days and the agreement would be signed soon. However, the delegation from the Kingdom of Windsor did not know what medicine they had taken and kept looking for trouble.
...
If Archbishop Fayin had not been mediating, the delegation of the Roman Republic would have cursed.
After delaying for a whole day, the second prince and Archbishop Brandon felt a little guilty. They broke out in a cold sweat and did not dare to look into the eyes of the delegation of the Roman Republic when they left.
They know that they are making trouble unreasonably. We are all adults and can distinguish right from wrong. But even so, they still have to delay time.
On the third day, the second prince, who had not yet received the news, could only repeat his old tricks and continued to play rogue at the negotiation table. This time, the representatives of the Roman Republic couldn't help it. They slapped the table and cursed: "Unite all countries to unite."
It was you who proposed the market plan, and now you are the one who disagrees! What on earth do you want to do?"
"We are just raising objections, shouldn't objections be allowed in the talks?"
"But you are making trouble unreasonably!"
After much procrastination, the third day of talks came to an end. Before leaving, a representative of the Roman Republic glared at the second prince and spit on the ground viciously to express his contempt.
"No, no, I can't wait any longer..."
Returning to the mansion, the second prince immediately found Ma Wei and Archbishop Brandon, and said with a clear heart: "If we still use the old tactics to delay time tomorrow, the delegation of the Roman Republic will definitely beat people..."
"It's okay, Your Highness."
Ma Wei looked out the window at the street, saw a luxurious carriage parked in front of the mansion, and smiled: "The person we were waiting for is here."
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The bright sunshine shines on the Champs Elysées, the workers responsible for cleaning the streets sweep away the dust, and a new day has arrived.
In the Notre Dame Cathedral, in the conference hall, representatives from the four countries were seated one after another. The representatives of the Roman Republic had something bulging under their clothes. On the other hand, when looking at the delegation from the Kingdom of Windsor, the second prince had straightened his back and looked like a boy.
Looks like he is bound to win.
"cough..."
Archbishop Fayin cleared his throat: "Then let's continue the discussion. Yesterday we discussed the issue of weights and measures for potions. I hope everyone will be more sensible. From a public perspective, stop promoting the twelve- and twenty-digit systems as the simplest systems in the world.
The standard of weights and measures...Some people even calculated the wrong numbers yesterday!"
"That's right!" The representative of the Roman Republic nodded heavily: "The decimal system is the simplest and easiest to convert! In grams, isn't it good to add one hundred to one? Why do we have to use ounces, which is extremely difficult to convert? This
It’s anti-humanity!”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I agree." The second prince said.
"You are so stubborn...Huh? What? You agree?!"
"Yes." The second prince nodded expressionlessly: "On behalf of the Kingdom of Windsor, I agree to adopt the decimal calculation method in grams as the unit for potions."
"That's not what you said yesterday..."
"I changed my mind. The hundred-digit system is indeed simpler than the twelve-digit system and the hexadecimal system."
"oh."
The representatives of the Roman Republic scratched their heads, looked at each other, and silently took their hands out of their clothes: "That will be much simpler. If you agree with the hundred-base system, please raise your hands."
Representatives from the four countries all raised their hands to express their approval, and the final resolution was unanimously adopted.
To be honest, it is very outrageous to argue over a small standard of weights and measures. Representatives of the Roman Republic felt that the second prince was unreasonable. If he still insists on his opinion today...
Don’t blame yourself for being rude!
No matter who the prince is, let’s give him a good beating first to vent his anger!
But the second prince seemed to have suddenly enlightened. Yesterday he was still vigorously advocating the measurement method of the Kingdom of Windsor, but today he changed the subject and felt that the hundred-based system was simpler and more suitable for popularization.
What have you been doing?
"Unanimous, very good."
Archbishop Fayin wrote the clause on the hundred cents as weights and measures into the agreement, carefully dried the ink on the paper, reviewed it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, handed it to the representatives of various countries for circulation.
"This is the original version of the Paris Potion Agreement. Please read it carefully. If you have any objections, please raise them as soon as possible."
Everyone read it one by one without missing any details. The agreement was discussed by everyone in the past few days. It will be recorded only after everything is approved. There is only one draft.
"The Kingdom of Windsor has no objection."
"The Roman Republic has no objections."
"Frederick's Kingdom has no objections."
After the verification, Archbishop Fayin took back the manuscript and handed it to the monks on the side to go to the newspaper office for printing. After a while, several complete agreements appeared in front of everyone.
After checking again and finding no changes, Archbishop Brandon picked up the pen, signed his name on the agreement, pressed his fingerprint at the same time, and then pushed it to the second prince. After the second prince signed, he handed the document to Ma Wei.
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After all the representatives from each country signed, Archbishop Fayin solemnly sealed one copy and gave the other to the representatives from each country to take home. The only manuscript was also properly kept.
The agreement was officially signed.
"Everyone, after the treaty is signed, please implement the contents of the treaty as soon as possible..."
After a few words of warning, Archbishop Fayin looked at the clock on the wall and said with a smile: "At 7 o'clock tonight, His Majesty Napoleon will hold a banquet at the Champs Elysees Palace to entertain everyone. Unless there are special circumstances, please be sure to attend."
The celebration dinner held at the end of the talks was also expected by Mavey and others. The only surprise was that it was a dinner hosted by Napoleon himself. This was a rare opportunity.
Back at the mansion, Ma Wei and others opened their suitcases, took out a few bottles of potions and the necessary cash and took them with them, discarding all other items. After all, they were fleeing, not traveling, and their luggage was just a burden.
"Dad, can you bring this skirt with you..."
Yunia ran over holding up a white skirt. It was hand-made by Ma Wei by an old tailor in New Ross City. It was Yunia's first dress of her own. She cherished it very much and had to take it with her when she traveled far away.
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"No, Earl Stephens has agreed with us that the time is 9 p.m., and we are going to attend His Majesty Napoleon's dinner at 7 p.m. It's too strange to bring a skirt with you, and it will easily arouse suspicion."
Hearing this, Yunia pursed her lips, looked at the white skirt in her hand, then at the clothes on her body, rolled her eyes, and ran back to the room.
When she came out again, she had put on the white skirt, held a stuffed bear in her arms, a small purse on her waist, and a candy box on her chest...all the things she considered precious were brought with her.
Compared to the 'fully armed' Yunia, Ma Wei, Lai Wen and Daniel, their outfits were much lighter. Except for the clean clothes they were wearing, all other luggage was discarded and they only brought some cash with them.
It's no different when you go out normally.
"Check the watch!"
Ma Wei took out his pocket watch, calibrated the time with the messengers, wound up the clockwork, and boarded the carriage to the palace.
The Knights of the Holy Silver Cross still opened the way, and the carriage arrived in front of the palace without any obstruction. It was surrounded by luxurious carriages, and all the upper-class nobles in Paris came.
The large banquet hall was packed with people, at least two to three hundred people, all dressed in suits and leather suits and behaving elegantly. The strong smell of perfume was mixed together, making people unable to open their eyes.
Mawei stood by the open window to get some air while dealing with several nobles who came to talk to him with champagne. Bismarck also came after a while.
"I have made arrangements." Bismarck and Mavey stood side by side, looking forward with smiles on their faces, their lips twitching slightly, and said in Frederick: "Saint Viviane is at the back door. When we evacuate later,
Don’t forget to take her with you.”
"Aren't you leaving?"
"I'm not leaving." Bismarck took a puff of his cigar and said calmly: "I'm already old, Nicholas. Look at my belly. I can't run fast at all. Being with you will only drag you down."
"If you don't leave and ask Saint Viviane to help us, Anatole will find you..."
"Don't worry about me. I am the Prime Minister of the Empire. Anatole dare not do anything to me unless she wants to cause a diplomatic incident." Bismarck lightly patted Mavey on the shoulder and whispered: "You must take good care of His Highness."
"rest assured."
During the conversation, Maria came over with a wine glass and glanced at Bismarck with cold eyes. Bismarck felt the rejection in her eyes, smiled, and left with a cigar in her mouth.
"You did well."
While speaking, Maria looked around to prevent anyone from eavesdropping: "Count Stephens has made some moves. He has mobilized many people, many of whom I have not discovered before."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Have you been spying on him?"
"Of course, he wants to help you leave Paris. The resistance alone is not enough. He must use chess pieces that are truly a threat to His Majesty..."
Maria said calmly: "For example, the internal affairs officers of the palace, the Guards, and even the members of the Knights of the Holy Silver Cross... These people are hidden very well. If it weren't for you, they would not be exposed, Earl Stephens
We will not take the initiative to contact them."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Wait until you leave Paris." Maria shook the wine glass gently and raised her red lips slightly: "Tonight is destined to be noisy. After tonight...the empire will rise again."
"I never expected you to be so considerate of Napoleon," Mavey said suddenly.
Maria frowned: "What do you mean?"
"nothing."
"If you have anything to say, just say it, why mother-in-law and mother?"
Ma Wei still didn't answer. Seeing this, Maria curled her lips and took a sip of red wine: "Don't forget our agreement."
"I forgot."
Ma Wei turned to look at Maria's side face covered with black veil, his eyes were extremely surprised. He really forgot, he couldn't remember what he had agreed with Maria.
"I said that Freya's second child will be sent to Paris to be adopted by me and continue the Chevalier family."
"Oh, this matter..." Ma Wei nodded slowly: "Don't worry, I will definitely bring your request."
"Who brought you here?" Maria raised her eyebrows: "I rescued you from fire and water, even at the cost of disobeying Anatole's order, just to let you accept Freya after returning to London. This is
The content of the agreement!"
"I don't remember promising you."
"You want to default on your debt?"
"If I really promised you, I won't lie or make excuses, but I really didn't promise you."
Rubbing his eyebrows, Ma Wei said helplessly: "Think about it carefully, have I made any agreement with you?"
After staring at Ma Wei for a few seconds, Maria suddenly turned and left, leaving only one sentence: