When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 667: Hold on Firmly, There Will Be a Way

"What the hell is this Saint Grandson? He is also a saint?!"

Throwing the letter in his hand to the ground, Seromis yelled at Novia in front of him with lingering anger.

Novia scratched her ears and said nonchalantly, "Why are you yelling at me? Go find Otatira. This is not my decision."

"The Demon Hunters attacked the Temple of Avis. The temple has been lost. Now Sora Castle is an isolated city. All the pressure on the front line is on me!
Otatira is still trying to persuade me to sign the Black Snake Bay Joint Declaration, recognizing something, what federation, what tariffs! Isn't this just taking advantage of the situation? "

Seromis pointed at the letter on the ground, her chest heaving violently, and her anger almost made her lose her mind.

Novia yawned lazily, not caring about her anger, and said slowly: "Mr. Horn's attitude is very clear in the letter. It doesn't matter to me whether he is taking advantage of someone's misfortune or not. What's important is that I have been flying all day today, and my hair is tangled. Do you have a decent bathroom here so that I can take a shower first?"

"Novia!" Seromis stamped his feet in anger. "Do you know what time it is now? The Temple of Avis is gone! We are now isolated and helpless!"

"Alright, alright, stop yelling. I was the one who told you the news." Novia waved her hand nonchalantly, "If you want to be angry, be angry at Otatira. I'm just a messenger.

You have seen the requirements and conditions of that saintly grandson. I cannot make the decision on this matter because I am not part of the Savior Army.

Anyway, you still have a few hours to think about it. After I take a shower and have a nap, I will set out before dawn. Tell me when you have made up your mind."

"Don't leave!" Seromis stretched out his hand to stop her, but Novia easily bypassed him. "Explain yourself first. What did Otatira say?"

"Don't worry, I'll come see you after I take a shower." Novia waved her hand as she walked away, "But, Seromis, I advise you to think about it carefully.

When the church reaches Tiannu City, you won’t even be qualified to negotiate with the Saint Grandson.”

After Novia left, Seromis looked at the floor steadily, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

She glanced coldly at the letter on the ground, took a deep breath, then called the servants and asked them to put Novia in the inner castle to rest.

"Go and call all the secret party wizards and commanders who are fighting here." After picking up the letter on the ground, Seromis sat cross-legged in front of the low table and read it again while turning around and giving orders. His voice was as cold as the wind on a winter night, "Now!"

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In the large conference hall, lights flickered, long tables were piled with maps and documents, shadows twisted and tumbled on the walls, and the air was filled with the strange smell of resin and oil lamps.

Selomis sat at the main seat, looking around at the table full of secret party members and officers.

Everyone knew about Soraburg's situation, but no one spoke first.

"The Temple of Avis has been lost." Seromis said straight to the point, "Soraburg is now an isolated city. When the church troops stationed around it gather, I'm afraid we will face an army twice as large as the current one. What do you think?"

The castle hall, which was warm yet scorching, was now as deserted as if it were winter.

"We still have time." Another elderly wizard stood up and tried to ease the atmosphere. "Hold on firmly, there is a way!"

"Hold it?!" Another young officer interrupted him in a hurry, "Once the temple is lost, the red dragon breath in the back won't be able to be transported. When the red dragon breath runs out, how can we stop it then?"

"So what do you mean? Abandon the city and run away?" A patriarch of a wizard family retorted coldly, "We have worked hard for so many years. Every stone in Sora Castle and every acre of land in Southern County is soaked with our blood and sweat. Just give up like that? You can accept it, but I can't!"

"Then you should give us a solution!" The young officer slammed the table and stood up. "I don't believe that we can fight to the end with our limited forces! Be rational and think about how to preserve our strength..."

"Be rational! How can you ask me to be rational?!" Seromis slammed the table, his voice drowning out everyone's quarrels. "Sora Castle is the last line of defense of the Southern County. If we give up here, where will we go?"

Everyone was speechless for a moment, and the conference hall fell into a brief silence.

"In that case, why don't we invite the Salvation Army?" said a relatively neutral congressman. "After all, they are anti-church. Compared with the church, they are at least not our mortal enemy."

"No!" Someone immediately objected, "What if the Savior Army comes? The Temple of Avis has been lost. At most, they are just guarding the border of the Central County. If they surrender now, they will just give away benefits and claims for free."

"But at least the Salvation Army is against the church." Another voice retorted, "At least Horn is against the church. It would be better to give the Southern County to the Salvation Army than to the church. If we don't live well, the church won't live well either." "I, Old Hewu, have something to say..."

As the argument became more and more intense, Thelomis just stared at the letter in front of him without saying a word.

As a Frank, Seromis was absolutely opposed to the church. Even if Horn was a heretic in the church, he was still a member of the Messianic Church.

But the problem now is that the nobles are unwilling to negotiate peace as they did in the past, because they came here this time to occupy the land.

Unlike before, it was just to force the secret party to cede interests and control the number of secret parties.

Thanks to the profits from border trade in the southern county, and the development of secret parties such as Selomis, the sweetgrass and spice plantations have become quite large.

Thanks to the hard work of the secret party, the overall economic level of the Southern County is the highest in the entire Black Snake Bay, which is why Aisena and others are unwilling to pay tariffs.

But now, let alone tariffs, even customs are almost gone.

Seromis was unwilling to give up the fruits of his development to the Fran Church, but the Horn Church in the north was also a church.

At this time, a leader of the Black Snake Bay warriors stood up and said to the silent Seromis: "Sir, I suggest that the officers sent by Lord Horn to support us participate in the discussion. Perhaps they can give us some new suggestions."

Seromis narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, he nodded: "Okay."

A moment later, a young officer named Danio was brought into the meeting room.

After a simple salute to Thelomis, he spoke directly: “Everyone, I am well aware of your situation and understand your concerns.

But what I want to say is that Your Majesty is not a plunderer, and the Salvation Army can capture the Temple of Avis within ten days and support Sora Castle. "

"Ten days?" Seromis stared at him and said in a low voice, "Are you sure it's ten days?"

An old wizard in the corner said slowly: "Tsk, it took ten days to capture the temple. My goodness, compared with Lord Horn, Myrcella's methods are a bit weak."

Muffled laughter spread around the table, and Danio glared at the crowd.

Taking two steps forward, Danio looked up and looked directly into Seromes’ eyes: “Confidence comes from strength, Lord Seromes.

I would like to reiterate that the Congregation for the Adoration of the Holy Fathers is a tolerant church. As long as you are against the Holy See, we will not interfere with your freedom of religion.

If you don’t want to continue in the future, you can even withdraw from the Black Snake Bay Federation through a referendum, but now is a wartime state and we must unite.”

Seromes did not answer, and the others in the hall did not dare to reply either.

She tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, her eyes fixed on the map, her brows slightly furrowed, her slender white hands clenched and unclenched several times, finally resting on the armrest of the chair, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

After a long silence, she sighed, as if blowing away all the suppressed emotions buried in her sigh: "Get ready and send all the young wizards from the secret parties away."

The next morning, the sun was just a red halo below the horizon, and Novia floated beside the high wall of the fortress and said goodbye to Seromis.

"This time, I'm afraid it's goodbye forever." Seromis said with a complicated tone, looking up at Novia's back.

"Don't say that." Frowning, Novia was serious for once. "That Saint Sun is a man who values ​​his promises. If you sign the Black Snake Bay Joint Declaration, he will definitely come back to save you."

Seromis sighed and murmured, "I know he will come back to save me, but..."

She shook her head and said nothing more, but waved her hand to signal Novia to leave.

Looking at Novia's receding figure, Seromis whispered, "Conquer the Temple of Avis within ten days... defend it firmly, and there will be a way... What's the difference?"

(End of this chapter)