The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 513 Prelude 2
The tone of the rebuke was harsh and unpleasant to the ear, especially to the usually respectable Archdeacon.

His breathing became slightly heavier, but he continued to narrate the information calmly.

"According to information gathered by devout informants from many parties, a large number of wealthy families in the upper echelons of the Federation have completed their alliance and are preparing to hold a secret meeting on Christmas Day to discuss how to further unite. The finale of the meeting will be to taste the gift of the Holy Grail water together..."

"Blasphemy! Absolute blasphemy!" The middle-aged man who had just spoken suddenly stood up and angrily slammed the long table in front of him.

"The greedy attempt to get their hands on the Lord's holy things, even on the holy day of Christ's birth, is a double blasphemy! Are those heretics just going to watch!"

Being rudely interrupted again, the muscles at the corners of Johnson's eyes trembled slightly, as if a butterfly was flapping its wings and about to fly away. He instinctively wanted to make a few excuses for the failure of his negotiations, but he came to his senses in an instant and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Those who attended the meeting today were all powerful men like Mao Su who came secretly from the Holy City. He was just a deputy bishop, so what weight did he have?
Roderick gently raised his hand to comfort his aggrieved subordinate. His old eyes were deep, and he sighed with a sophisticated insight into the world:
"Abbot Clement, you have been leading a group of devout believers in seclusion in the mountains of Eastern Europe to practice asceticism. You have never been involved in worldly affairs, so you may not understand much.

After all, the Protestant faction has been so deeply tied to this country since the establishment of the Federation that it has become difficult to separate…"

“But didn’t they join us in severely punishing those ugly sinners last time?” The middle-aged man frowned as his simple and somewhat shabby monk’s robe fluttered.

“It was precisely because they were so deeply bound to this country that they were able to stand with us last time;
It is for the same reason that they will not allow our proposal this time to bring the fire of judgment to the relevant federal leaders. "

Roderick spoke in a deep voice, giving a simple and clear reason:

"If someone in the family makes a mistake, you can show your authority appropriately to help establish your status, but if you are ruthless and want to drive out all the people who made mistakes, then the family will exist in name only."

He concluded with a concise summary:

"To put it in the most vulgar terms - there are too many people this time, and the law cannot punish them all."

Saying so much in one breath put a considerable strain on the body of an octogenarian. The old bishop curled up tiredly in the soft chair, looking at his colleagues from the Holy City who came to help and quickly whispered to each other, turning the other few words over and over again and keeping them to himself.

Even if we put aside the possibility of causing unrest, the Protestant sects would never allow the Holy City to threaten the federal upper echelons. Otherwise, it would be unclear who would have the final say in this country in the future.

And…Rodrick watched the slightly excessive indignation coldly, feeling helpless.

No matter how devoted he is to hermitage nowadays, he shouldn't be so ignorant of worldly affairs, right? He's trying too hard.

I don't believe that the Holy City Center has mobilized a large number of troops to send you here. I don't have such thoughts!
Perhaps because he had exhausted too much energy, he suddenly felt a headache. He pressed his old fingers on his temples and rubbed them slowly.

With the revival of the elemental tide and the expansion of supernatural powers from all sides, everyone has more and more little thoughts...

As an individual, simple clergyman, he may have nothing to seek except faith, but as an organization, how can he be immune to the entanglement of interests?
Fortunately, the current situation is relatively stable. If there is any sudden and powerful crisis, it would be difficult to cooperate as closely as before.

It seemed that everyone had anticipated that the initial plan would not go smoothly. After the old bishop pointed it out, no one insisted on their own opinions and immediately and pragmatically settled for the next best option.

"Then follow the backup proposal. Don't engage in an open conflict. Wait until that day to secretly retrieve the holy object first."

Roderick relaxed a little and nodded. "In fact, the people from the Gospel Church and the Presbyterian Church also suggested the same thing. They will also take action together when the time comes."

Looking at the pious and enthusiastic faces, he changed the subject and could not help but add a reminder:
"But we still have to be cautious and thorough in our execution. The extraordinary forces those guys have recruited are insignificant individually, but when added together, they are still very troublesome. We must be fully prepared."

"Please rest assured." The answers received were similar, and the confident voices were uniform:

"There will be no problem at all."

The people at the gathering gradually dispersed, leaving only the old bishop resting with his head rested. However, from beginning to end, no one mentioned what the Catholics and Protestants should do after obtaining the Holy Grail.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Holy light and shadow fluttered, and Aunt Irene quietly appeared at her seat. She was different from the headquarters staff who were determined to make achievements. Both of them were local people stationed in the New World, and they had a tacit understanding in their hearts.

"Invite more friends. With outsiders on the scene to mediate, the chances of a quarrel happening in person will be much smaller." Roderick gave a deep bitter smile.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had received some information. The sadness on his face was suddenly diluted a little.

"Haha, just as we were talking, my friends came over. It seems like they just happened to be visiting for something."

……

……

With flying eaves, painted buildings and carved beams, looking through the clear glass door, the oriental-style hotel banquet hall is bustling with people.

Two rows of large red lanterns made of bamboo ribs and fine silk are hung high at the gate, like fiery red flowers blooming in the night, dyeing the streets with a warm and mysterious glow. Set off by the numerous holly wreaths and candy cane models around them, it shows a unique and interesting sense of chaos.

However, this trendy combination failed to attract much attention from passers-by.

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They just repeatedly raised their eyes and looked at the sky with devastated faces. There was not much anger in their expressions, but 90% of them were filled with laughter and tears.

"Oh my God, this is 100 times more outrageous than pineapple pizza..." An old lady with a thick Italian accent held her chest, looking shaky.

The culprit who caused her such grief and anger was floating in the sky, and the breeze pulled the nylon rope under his feet straight.

The bulky red coat was replaced by a wide robe with dragon patterns and a hundred blessings, the red hat with pompoms was replaced with an ancient bun, the huge Santa Claus balloon was smiling, and cheerful music flew out of its mouth and spread all over the world.

"I say... dressing Saint Nicholas like this may make people think that he has changed his ways. Isn't that a bit impolite?"

Squatting on the smooth marble steps in front of the door, Zhu Mingyao teased while pinching a lifelike lion-awake pastry.

"It's no big deal..." Bai Ziyuan waved his hand nonchalantly, his sneaky eyes moving parallel to the pretty ladies coming in and out, and he was reluctant to blink even for a moment.

"Anyway, everyone has known for 100 years that we yellow-skinned people are non-believers.

"We should use foreign things for China's benefit and take China as the main focus! If you are unhappy, let's have a fistfight."

"You look like you're in a bad mood." The reddish-brown sugar powder fell from Zhu Mingyao's lips, and the snack he was chewing made a crackling sound.

"You clearly made an appointment to spend a night with a girl, but you were suddenly drafted in to host a holiday dinner party. You would be annoyed too!"

Bai Ziyuan drooped his face and scratched his hair. "What did you secretly report to the leaders the day before yesterday that caused them to suddenly go to the church and disappear for a few days?"

"It's okay, it's just some intelligence transactions. I heard that Uncle Lai and his men went to help someone today and will be back in exchange for a favor."

Zhu Mingyao just laughed off his friend's question, but his eyes glanced towards the east, as if he had crossed thousands of kilometers and saw the city that never sleeps under the cover of night.
——New York.

(End of this chapter)