Chapter 648 (1/2)
Port Toulon, St. Claude's Cathedral.
At the top of the tallest tower, two beautiful looking and elegant nuns are carefully serving St. Attila and Rafah, cooking fragrant tea for them on the spot and serving sweet snacks just out of the oven.
St. Attila and Rafa sat at a small square table, overlooking the northeast sky.
On the other hand, their identities are a little awkward at the moment.
This ”punitive” war was launched by two men in name. They should be the contact hub of the coalition forces, responsible for mediating the conflicts between the coalition forces, and striving to make the coalition forces form a strong and powerful whole.
With the special status of the Golden Oak Church in the mainland, they should belong to the core of the small group of people with the highest status, the most detached and the greatest power among the Allied forces!
But the embarrassment is that they haven't done anything yet... The Allied forces have been driven out of the port of Toulon, and the extremely powerful allied fleet of the Allied forces has been destroyed in the sea off the port of Toulon?
It's embarrassing.
The Allied forces ran so fast that there was no time to inform both of them. They left both of them in port Toulon.
With their status and the power of the church behind them, they are not afraid of what the dren empire will do to them
But... It's really embarrassing.
Especially
There was a shady deal between Saint Attila and Margaret III.
As for Rafa, he is the soul of Marquis sijak, occupying Rafa's body with secret arts.
Both of them colluded with the Durham Empire, but they didn't know about it yet... So they gathered together to watch the war. They were really full of dirty water, and their minds were full of innumerable shady ideas.
If it wasn't for Rafa's fear of San Attila's personal strength.
If it wasn't for the family background of Santa Attila.
The two men had been fighting against each other for a long time, killing each other in port Toulon, and repaying Heidelberg for their meritorious service.
”Sir Rafa, what do you think of the prospect of this war?” Saint Attila sipped a cup of tea and asked Lafayette quietly. He remembers Margaret III and his deal to use the war as much as possible to weaken the military and national strength of other countries on the mainland.
Rafa chewed the cake in his mouth.
In his heart, he greets the pastry maker of the cathedral - the soul of Marquis sijak, who naturally inherits the taste of Marquis sijak. As a traditional old Durham, his favorite pastry style is traditional and heavy.
And the pastry made by the baker in the cathedral is too fancy.
In the small cake, too much honey and cream are used, and even a little too sweet and greasy cardamom powder is added... This small cake can be described as ”plastering” and ”showy”.
I'll put this guy on the rack later.
Rafa cursed in his heart. He swallowed the cake and raised the cup. His eyes followed the edge of the cup and looked at St. Attila secretly.
”I personally mean that the scale of the war should be expanded...” Rafa firmly carried out Marguerite III's order: ”the dren Empire needs to be well beaten, the abyss military expenditure, they must pay... Even, this time, they have to perform greater and more support for the abyss battlefield.”
”Whether it's human or material?” Saint Attila looks at Rafah with a smile.
”Both human and material resources.” Rafa smiles and nods.
”Well, let's jointly send documents to all countries... Let them mobilize more fleets and troops.” Saint Attila said slowly, ”the temporary defeat doesn't mean anything. I believe that with the joint efforts of the mainland countries, we can teach this more and more rampant Hydra a lesson.”
Rafa nodded with a smile, sipped a cup of tea, and glanced fiercely at the two little nuns standing beside him.
Saint Attila smiles, and then he whispers, ”Monsieur Rafah, it seems that he and I share the same aesthetic.”
As an old scum, Rafa quickly smelled the ”charm” of St. Attila's words that only real scum can feel.
He said in a low voice: ”the saint Zion family is happy to be friends with the crown... Ah, friends, they should have a common hobby.”
Saint Attila had the same eyebrows.
He was surprised to see Rafa - the perfect test result, the third magistrate of the holy inquisition, even like him, hiding such... Such a rich and colorful personal world under the holy stick mask?He also took advantage of the situation and looked at the two little nuns with a smile.
Rafa whistled softly.
Two people's expressions relaxed at the same time. They laughed at each other and looked at each other. Since everyone was scum wearing a magic wand mask... Then, many of the next things were easy to do.
For example, pull each other to the Empire?
Two people in the heart, at the same time around with the idea of shame.