The red moon returns

Chapter 501 The First Rhine Conference

Trilles of the Church of Dark Night really didn't mind, because he didn't know that someone was thinking about him.

But since the afternoon, he has been feeling uneasy, as if something bad is about to happen.

The clergy would never easily ignore such a fleeting premonition, even if he was just an ordinary person. This made him upset the whole afternoon, and he even ended the prayer meeting he presided over hastily, and returned to his meditation room. Then there were several strong mysterious fluctuations in the meditation room. It was not known whether he was praying to the gods or doing something else. Anyway, he still looked unhappy when he left, and obviously could not find the source of the bad premonition.

Unfortunately, time no longer allowed him to continue to dwell on these trivial matters. Tonight, representatives from the twelve churches would gather at the Medea Hotel in Crown Plaza to hold the first Rhine Conference.

This afternoon, representatives from the other four churches also arrived one after another, and the twelve churches finally gathered together.

Except for the church of Tyr, Lord of War, which has no official religious country in Middle-earth due to doctrinal issues, and therefore only sent an ordinary bishop in charge of the operation of all chapels in the Rand area as a representative, the participants from the other eleven churches are at least diocesan bishops. Among them, the churches of Xilin, Lord of the Sea, and Flanda, Lord of Plants, even sent their cardinals, which is the most honorable status under the Pope of each church. They are candidates for the next Pope, giving enough face to the four churches in Rand.

As for the Joyful Girl Mika, their Pope was in person.

Well, the beautiful sister who gave Lynch a benefit when they met was the Pope of Joyous Girls, Selena, who was eighteen years and one hundred and fifty-six months old.

In fact, this is a bit against etiquette, and it is also difficult for the host to arrange the reception standards. After all, in theory, this requires the Pope or the monarch of a country to come forward to comply with diplomatic etiquette.

But who can blame the followers of the Joyful Maidens for doing this? All these beautiful girls pursue is to be happy and do whatever they want. This is the doctrine, and the followers carry it forward. They always use all kinds of strange reasons to do all kinds of strange things, just like this time, the reason why the Joyful Pope personally visited the country was that he missed Rand's specialty dessert, rose pie. Oh, and he also missed Princess Sofia, so he took the opportunity to come and play with her, and maybe even go to Norin with her.

There was no reaction from all parties to this. No matter what they did, no one would be surprised. Everyone had long been numb and no one cared whether their reasons were true or false. If you took them seriously, you would lose. Anyway, they themselves did not care about the so-called reception standards and other diplomatic etiquette, so just let them do as they pleased.

After all, it is not illegal for a madman to beat others, but it is illegal to beat a madman. You must never bother with a madman.

Archbishop Trilles is using this reason to repeatedly remind himself, otherwise he is afraid that he will hit someone.

As soon as the 70-year-old man arrived at the conference hall of the Medea Hotel to sing praises, he was pestered by an 18-year-old girl, who kept asking questions for a long time. All the questions she asked were about Lin Qi. The reason was that he was tall and handsome, and the sisters all wanted to date him, and also wanted to...

This gave the archbishop a huge headache. He doubted whether this was the reason for his bad premonition. Fortunately, it was not the first time he had dealt with mentally ill patients. He fooled them with half-truths and quickly pushed the organizer of the meeting, Nightingale, to the front to take charge of the situation. He hid in a corner and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

There are two topics in today's meeting. The first topic is to arrange the distribution of medicines.

The medicine is not yet complete, and it will take two or three days. After the development, the Church of Suffering will make the formula public without reservation. But this is not an ordinary plague, but a plague of mysticism. It cannot be made by knowing the formula. It also requires the guidance of Lynch's head. Only a few churches of the Church of Suffering around the Rhine have this condition.

Therefore, the medicine can only be sent from the Church of Suffering to various countries through various channels. The problem is that the population is large and small, the distance is close and far, who gets first and who gets later, who gets how much first and how much later, these are all problems. There are many conflicts between countries. If they are left to distribute on their own, I am afraid that a world war will break out directly. In contrast, there are fewer conflicts between churches, and they cover all countries. The twelve churches represent each country to coordinate a feasible plan, which has become a method that all countries can accept.

However, waiting until the medicine is completed before continuing to discuss and waffle would definitely waste a lot of time. Human lives are at stake and not a minute can be wasted, so the first meeting began that night when everyone arrived. During the meeting, everyone had a warm and friendly discussion. Everyone's words were powerful and their tone was friendly, and their words and actions were very consistent with their status. But for some reason, the strong men of Rhine City seemed to be able to vaguely sense the deterrence of divine punishment lingering in the air every few minutes.

really weird.

The meeting was very successful. Everyone was civilized and at least no blood was shed. It was so intense that it lasted until 11 o'clock in the evening before it barely ended. The result was... of course there was no result. The meeting was adjourned temporarily and will continue tomorrow.

During the four-hour meeting, the name mentioned most often was Sir Lynch Leviev and his follower, Crimson Moon.

With the deliberate promotion of Fiona and her followers, this name has already spread to every corner of the world.

Because Ms. Nightingale had already named the medicine Tears of Leviv, although the people who shed tears did not know about it yet, she did not accept any rebuttal and decided it.

"Huh? Who called me?"

A furtive head suddenly popped in from the open door of the conference hall. It was Sir Lynch Leviev.

Looking at the scene in the conference hall, Lynch was a little dazed.

After discussing with Chairman Ole, the three of them returned to Rhine City with the light of miracle under the escort of a large group of people from the Archaeological Association. Perhaps it was because they had just lost five combat forces that their opponents were temporarily unable to free up their hands, but they were safe along the way. The most dangerous thing was that Lynch was forced by these old gentlemen to repeatedly recall various details in the images, from food, clothing, housing, transportation to words and deeds, from architectural style to etiquette and culture, forcing Lynch to almost distort himself on the spot to show them.

The torture finally stopped when they were almost in the center of Rhineland. The scholars left with satisfaction, leaving the poor knight with lifeless eyes, as if he had lost his soul. At this moment, he finally recalled the fear of being dominated by professional knowledge, and made a great wish on the spot that students all over the world could enjoy this treatment every day.

After seeing off the large group of people, accompanied by Chairman Ole, the group headed straight for the Dark Night Cathedral, but found nothing. In order to avoid any further trouble, the four did not choose to wait in the church, but went straight to the Medea Hotel.

As soon as he approached, he heard someone say his name. When he looked out, he saw a group of people who had the identity of a big shot written on their faces, all turning their eyes to him.

Shit, why are there so many people? Wasn’t it said to be over?

Damn, I got cheated.

(End of this chapter)