In fact, my idea is to wait until I find Zhang Qi to get her, trick Tianxin Island into getting involved, and then let the Eastern and Western European Holy See take action.
There is no need to hide this from Sofia, but Mikhail is an old fox, and no one can guarantee whether he will plant a knowledgeable confidant among the accompanying priests to spy on our actions.
Just in case, I still have to tell these priests about the situation.
I don’t know if Sophia understands what I mean, but now she almost obeys my words and nods in agreement without any hesitation: "Then do as Gu Yan said, we have to fight anyway, confuse the other party first, and use this time by the way.
Let the Holy See be fully prepared.
However, no matter how fully prepared we are, there is still a big gap between us and the Holy See in Western Europe in terms of strength, and we still have no chance of winning if we take action."
"Then how did you deal with it in the past?"
"In the past... diplomatic mediation also involved taking human lives to fill the gap until they could no longer accept the losses."
Good guy, this is really in line with Maozi's usual style of doing things.
But no matter how you say it, this spirit is still worthy of admiration, and I can't comment on it: "Then let's eat first, and then go out to find Zhuo Yi.
Sophia, please don't go and report our decision to your grandfather. As for how to operate it, he has been in a high position for so long and should be more knowledgeable than us."
"Well, I'll take care of it."
Her current temperament has a bit of a queen's temperament wherever she sits, and her tone of voice is also very confident. I have never seen her like this before. It really makes me sit up and take notice.
But after all, she is half of us, and the more capable she is, the less worried I will be.
Because we all had things to do, we ate this meal relatively quickly. After it was over, Sophia went back to the room first, and several priests drove us to Zhuoyi under her arrangement.
After driving through the noisy streets of Rome for about half an hour, the car finally stopped in front of a church.
This is obviously no ordinary church. In addition to the priests wearing divine robes, there are actually police cars guarding the area.
As soon as the car stopped, two people in police uniforms came over and said, "This place is not open to tourists."
Priest Maozi, who was sitting in the passenger seat and wearing regular clothes, didn't waste any time and took out a certificate from his coat pocket. The identity written on it turned out to be that of a diplomat.
The policeman took the documents and checked them for a long time, and glanced at us several times. Then he greeted the priest guarding the door of the church in a language I couldn't understand.
The two priests came over and looked at the group for a long time before saying in English: "There are too many of you. Only four people are allowed in here at most."
"Damn, there are so many things to do."
Mr. Shen was obviously a little impatient, and I almost wanted to get in when I saw him.
I was also a little upset, but after all, this was their territory, so I thought it would be better to keep a low profile: "It doesn't matter, let them act cool for a while, and then come back and serve them well in the evening."
Only four people were allowed in, so there was nothing to say. The others were asked to wait outside, except for the one who was closest to Sophia. The group followed the two priests and walked inside.
This church is not small, but the hall is empty. After observing it with my mental power, almost everyone is gathered in a certain room on the second floor.
There was also a woman's voice coming from the direction of the stairs. If I heard it right, it also contained a few words of "Prince" and "Fuck your mother".
As I walked up the stairs, the sound became clearer. Occasionally there were men's roars and curses, which made me a little confused. I wondered if this was a negotiation or a quarrel.
When I got there, one of the priests opened the door, and I was stunned by the scene.
Zhuo Yi, the royal lady wearing a lady's skirt and high heels, was stepping on the chair like a shrew, leaning forward, speaking in an authentic London accent, banging the table and cursing at the same time
, spitting stars were sprayed all over the table.
There was even a hint of demonic energy when she spoke, and the demonic energy carried Tumo Xingzi and sprayed it directly into the other person's face ten meters away, making the white-haired Western European priests extremely angry.
Anyway, the atmosphere in the room was like a powder keg, about to explode.
Especially when the door was pushed open, dozens of stern eyes turned around in an instant, and the powerful momentum that burst out made me tremble and take a step back.
"Hey, Gu Yan is here."
Seeing that it was me, Zhuo Yicai took back the demonic aura around her and walked over slowly on high heels: "Brother Shen Gong is here too. Just when I'm tired of scolding these old people, you continue to scold me."
Behind her, a particularly slender girl with a baby face also came over: "Mr. Gu, may the glory and favor of the Lord be with you."
She even spoke in a baby voice, and her voice sounded particularly crisp.
But this face is quite unfamiliar to me: "Who are you?"
"Alexandra Tymoshenko, she is the saint who came with Sofia."
The idle man lit a cigarette, and Zhuo Yi put his arm on my shoulder: "Have you been living well recently?"
"It's okay. Anyway, even if my life is not good, I definitely can't walk in front of you."
This was not the occasion for small talk, and I had no time to argue with her. I walked over to the chair where Zhuo Yi was sitting and sat down under the gazes of more than a dozen priests.
Several people who were traveling with him behind him were also sitting on both sides. These people were quite strong. Even if Zhuo Yi didn't release his demonic energy, the momentum he displayed would definitely not be inferior to that of his opponent.
"Come, let's get to know each other formally."
I tapped my fingers on the table a few times and stared at the gray-haired old men across from me: "My name is Gu Yan. Everyone calls me Mr. Gu. Of course, I don't mind if you call me Brother Yan.
From now on, I will be responsible for the negotiations between the Orthodox Church and your Western European Holy See. From now on, everyone is stirring the pot in the same pot. As long as I have a bite to eat, everyone here will have a bite to eat. But whoever dares to do it under my eyes
There's something fishy going on underneath, so let's wait and see."
The woman sitting in the room who was responsible for translating was confused by my opening remarks like a gangster brother.
She stared blankly at me for a long time, her face turned red.
Zhuo Yi cleared his throat and explained in English: "Well, what Gu Yan means is that from today on, he will be responsible for negotiating with you. He comes with sincerity and wants to reach a result acceptable to both parties.
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But sincerity belongs to sincerity, if anyone makes small moves and deliberately sabotages negotiations, then don’t blame us for turning against us."
Should I say it or not, her London accent sounded quite pleasant and her translation was spot on. I almost wanted to pay her a salary.
But the other party didn't give me face.
As soon as Zhuo Yi finished speaking, an old man opposite started blowing his beard and staring: "There is nothing to talk about. You have stretched your hands too far. The Orthodox Church must retreat to the east of the Dnieper River and swear never to expand its power, otherwise it will start."