Chapter 415

"His battle for fame..."

Joe opened the last page of the file.

The battle of St. Attila's fame in the black continent was also the decisive battle that laid the foundation of the Golden Oak Church in the "Kingdom of God on earth" in the black continent. It was the "bloody road campaign".

The causes of that war, as well as the specific process, have been submerged in the secret archives of the Golden Oak church. The great powers in medland basically only know the final result.

Thirty million black continent natives, slaughtered by the first World War.

Whether male or female, young or old, from the 80 or 90 year old to the infant, there are 30 million black continent aborigines, including tens of thousands of high-level leaders of thousands of large tribes and their families and relatives.

All of them, alive, crucified with oak.

One cross after another, along a road a hundred feet wide.

From the battle field of the bloody road campaign, it stretches for hundreds of miles to the former port of Attila, now the city of St. Attila, which is the capital of the Golden Oak Church in the black land.

The blood of 30 million native people of the black continent dyed the road hundreds of miles long.

Their remains were hung on the oak cross in the wind and rain, in the sun and rain. One of them turned into white bones. The white bones eventually decayed and fell off, and dyed the road white from blood.

Joe and gorkin, who came together to read the files, shivered at the same time, and their pores contracted, causing numerous goose bumps.

"30 million?" Gorkin's voice is a little out of tune.

"The estimated 30 million, the actual number of people, may be several million more." Salian gently breathed out a breath and puffed out a smoke ring: "just such a big war has completely broken the backbone of those indigenous people in the black continent. Tut tut The Golden Oak Kingdom, which occupies the most fertile land on the northern coast of the black continent Hehe

"This guy, don't you have nightmares?" Joe's fingers were a little shaky.

A group of old generals squinted at Joe at the same time.

Then they snorted at the same time.

Salian pestered the cigarette end in his mouth in the ashtray, picked up the big coffee cup he had just put down, and poured down the little coffee left.

"How can the saints of the church have nightmares like us mortals?" Salian put the coffee cup on the table and whistled: "saint, it's not a man Well, what do you think of St. Attila's archives? "

Gorkin frowned and looked up at salean: "very dangerous lunatic."

"I absolutely agree with you Of course, don't say it outside after that. Be careful that those guys in the magistracy will be on you and tie you to the scaffold one day Salean shrugged. "What do you think, Joe?"

Joe shook the thin pieces of paper on his hand, and looked at salean with an extremely exaggerated expression: "Your Highness, what do you want me to do? Go get rid of him? Well, let me see. Maybe we have a better way? "

Salean rolled his eyes, curled up his right hand, and knocked heavily on the conference table with his forefinger: "kill him? How dare you say Kill him, what a wonderful idea, but I dare not think so This old guy... "

With a dry cough, salean said in a deep voice, "Joe, even your grandmother said that your luck is a little out of line I very much agree with this opinion So this time, St. Attila is in the capital, and you are in charge of reception. "

"Me?" Joe's eyes widened. "Reception?"

Joe's head is a little dizzy.

Looking at the skeletons of the general, Joe was still very old, and the beards were still very old.

"Pester him, trip him, stare at him, find his troubles, find his faults If he can't find his fault, he will create trouble and contradictions, and let him roll as far as he can... "

"Of course, if you have the ability, you can kill him And if you don't get caught by Dabao. " The old general looked at Joe meaningfully: "but we think it is very difficult to kill him."

Sarian took over the old general's words: "Saint Attila, very dangerous, and he's aggressive and ill intentioned The Empire does not welcome him; the Empire hopes that the present relationship between the church and the Empire, and the present situation, will continue. "

"St. Attila, obviously, will bring great trouble to the Empire." Salian shook his head. "We don't want this kind of trouble. We don't want too much volatility in the relationship between the Empire and the Golden Oak church."

"Well, what can I do? If I can't kill him So, I'm... " Joe's IQ has improved a lot recently, and his head has become more and more intelligent. However, in the face of the expectations of salean and veteran soldiers, he still feels a lot of fog and psychological pressure.

"I don't know what you can do, or, I don't know, how good you can be." Sarian looked at Joe a little bit: "but good luck Joe, even the God chariot, you can find out its secret You can do more and more amazing things. ""So, from now on, let me see the time..."

Salian took out a large steel pocket watch and looked at the time carefully: "it's 11:13:43 a.m. on December 22, 1379."

"From now on, I will grant you the power of the provisional Plenipotentiary of the Durham empire. You are my personal representative, and even the plenipotentiary representative of the imperial royal family. You represent the Durham Empire, represent the royal family, and in particular represent me. You have full authority to mobilize all the resources you need, and take full responsibility for the security, escort and liaison of Saint Attila in the imperial capital."

"Pester him, trip him, stare at him, cling to him like a piece of cowhide plaster, watch his words and deeds, all his actions." "I don't give you any specific orders, I only give you the right to make decisions at the moment..." said Sally

"No matter how whimsical your ideas are, no matter how ridiculous your plans are As long as you don't get caught What you want to do, what you can do It's up to you. "

Joe and gorkin look at salean with stiff faces at the same time.

After a long time, gorkin said dryly, "Your Highness, are you not afraid that Joe has messed up the matter?"

Salean shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "a little worried But don't be afraid Well, St. Attila came from a bad source. According to the information from this way, he came to the Empire to make trouble... "

"Well, it's a big deal. Another bandit group from Lucia, and give him another axe." "Joe, Ivan is your man now, and he seems to be good at using axes Well, of course, by saying this, I just mean that there is a certain possibility. I didn't instigate you to send a group of lucians to do something. "

"The Empire has always been With respect The imperial family, and all the imperial nobles, are devout believers you'll see. Some inhuman guy, he can have an accident, we all want him to have an accident, but First, with his strength and power today, it is almost impossible for him to have any accident. "

"Second, if he does have any accident, it must not have anything to do with the imperial authorities This is the bottom line. When you stick to the bottom line, do whatever you like. "

"Don't worry, I'll support you If you can solve the problem of Saint Attila beautifully, believe me, you will have a surprise, you will have a great surprise

Gorkin gave salean a deep look, and then he looked at Joe with mixed eyes.

Joe bowed his head and said nothing.

He grabs the top secret file of St. Attila, looks it over and over again.

An old general handed in another piece of information.

This is the Imperial Intelligence Service, these days constantly sent, after St. Attila left port Toulon, he took a special train all the way north, detailed information about what he did along the way.

Among them, the imperial intelligence agencies, they used various means to eavesdrop on the private conversations of some close friends and confidants around Saint Attila.

Joe took a deep breath. He and gorkin looked up at Salem at the same time.

"His residence is not in the imperial capital, but in port Tulun?" Joe looked at salean in astonishment: "his future residence, not in the imperial capital, but in port Tulun?"

Salean turned his back and looked at Joe calmly: "this information is accurate. Although we can not understand why, as the Archbishop of the Diocese of Durham Empire, he abandoned the imperial capital and went to port Tulun to settle down But there is no doubt that he will stay in port Tulun in the future. "

Joe and gorkin looked at each other quickly.

It can be seen from the archives of St. Attila that this is an extremely crazy, extremely terrible, extremely dangerous, unscrupulous and even hysterical lunatic.

Such a madman No one wants to deal with him.

As the newly appointed Archbishop of the Archdiocese of the Durham Empire, St. Attila should be stationed in the imperial capital.

But if he insists on leaving the station in port Tulun, it is justifiable.

Because the Church of the Empire of Durham is divided into two parishes, the Cathedral of St. Claude in the imperial capital and the Cathedral of St. Hilde in port Toulon are completely equal in their teaching positions.

In the past, the Archbishop of St. Claude Cathedral in Heidelberg was also the Archbishop of the whole Diocese of the Durham Empire and the bishop of the northern diocese, while the bishop of the Church of St. Hilde was the bishop of the southern Diocese of the Empire.

According to such a division of teaching posts, it is entirely reasonable for St. Attila to give up his residence in the imperial capital and go to port Toulon to stay there.

But for Joe and gorkin, such a lunatic butcher who keeps him in port TURUN?

What a hell!

Port Tulun is the territory of the wits They don't want to, one day, St. Attila, with a team of Knights of the magistracy, raid the old house of the wits, and wash the whole family up and down.

"I will use all my strength to welcome the arrival of St. Attila."Joe looked at salean seriously: "I will try my best to make him feel at home Let him stay in Heidelberg as much as possible

Or let St. Attila live to serve in St. Claude Cathedral in Heidelberg.

Or let the body of St. Attila be buried in the cemetery of St. Claude.

Anyway, Joe will try his best not to let this guy go to port Toulon.

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