Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World Chapter 483

The militiamen watched the approachers from the far distance of the trade route.

Just when he was considering whether to ignite the wolf smoke immediately, the uninvited guests gradually became clear in his sight.

Not the army!

It's not the army, is it a caravan doing business?

Which guy is bold enough to swagger across the border at this time?

Even if you smuggle, you should find those trails that ordinary people are not familiar with.

He observed carefully, and finally saw clearly the banner that the team was playing.

It is the flag of the church, yes, the flag is embroidered with gold thread flame pattern, that is the holy emblem of the Father.

The militiamen thought about it, opened the pigeon cage hanging on the watchtower, and took out a gray and white pigeon inside.

The pigeon, which was interrupted from eating, flapped its wings reluctantly, staggered into the sky, and flew south.

If it is an invasion, light the beacon fire, and if it is an envoy, release pigeons.

An exquisitely shaped and elegantly decorated four-wheeled carriage gradually approached the checkpoint pulled by two steeds. Surrounding the carriage were ten heavily armed knights. They were all tall, strong and dressed in gorgeous armor. covered with a helmet.

The militiamen ran down the watchtower and removed the barriers at the checkpoint.

The procession stopped, and two knights rode forward to watch over the militiaman.

"My lords!" The militiaman saluted them respectfully.

No matter how dissatisfied he was with the church, he felt that it would be better to be polite in the face of ten church knights with superb combat skills.

"We are envoys sent by the Holy See, let your boss come to meet you."

A knight spoke to him, his voice a little muffled because of the visor he was wearing.

"My lord, unfortunately, my captain led others to patrol."

The "Holy See" did not attract the attention of the militia. In the hearts of ordinary people, there is no difference between the Holy See and the Church.

"In that case, let's move on."

The knight flicked his whip, ready to cross the checkpoint.

"Oh! No way!"

The militiaman worked hard to suppress his inner fear and mustered up the courage to speak.

"The notice we received is to ask you to wait here. A distinguished lord from the council is in the nearest town. He will come over soon after receiving the information. At most..."

He put **** deep, "Wait up to two hours."

In fact, the militiamen were beating drums in their hearts. What if the stupid bird that reported the letter flew halfway to find food elsewhere? It didn't seem to be full when it was released.

The captain should keep someone else—the militiaman complained in his heart.

"Bold!"

Sure enough, the expected thunder soon descended.

The knight who spoke just now swung his whip vigorously, making the militiaman feel that he could be whipped on him in the next second.

"You lowly commoner, you let the special envoy wait in your kennel, do you want to taste the taste of the whip?"

The militiaman was so frightened that he immediately closed his eyes, then bent his body and tensed his muscles, ready to be whipped.

This is already an instinct, and most commoners will have this instinct in front of nobles.

"stop!"

The voice from the carriage saved the militiaman from suffering.

The militiaman looked at the carriage gratefully, the upper door opened with a creak, and a tall young man stepped down first, followed by an old man who was a head shorter than the young man.

Judging from the young man's respectful attitude, this old man is the special envoy, right?

The old man said: "I happen to be tired from sitting too, so let's rest here for a while."

He looked at the militiaman kindly: "Hehe, it's a bit windy outside, if you allow, please sit in your house."

The militiaman immediately replied, "Sir, of course, if you don't mind, of course, I guarantee that the inside is clean."

The old man said to the knights: "I want to stay quietly for a while, and you don't come in to disturb me. Oh, Anthony, come in, maybe I have some questions to discuss with you."

Then he and the young man followed the militiamen to the house.

Anthony entered the hut for the guards to rest first, and found nothing unusual, so he dodged to let Leadbetter in.

After Leadbetter sat down on a chair, he said: "My lord, I will go out and explain to our knights, so that when the allies come over later, their attitude is too blunt. You know, the current situation ..."

Rebetter nodded, "You are right, you should remind them, go."

Anthony turned around and said to the militiamen who were still standing at the door, "Go fetch a bucket of water and let the special envoy wash off the dust from the journey."

The militiaman pointed to the wooden barrel in the corner, "My lord, there are ready-made ones here."

Anthony raised his face and raised his voice, "Pay attention to your attitude, guard! You mean to let the envoys from the Holy See wash their hands and faces with the water you used?"

The militiaman was shocked, "I'll go right away."

"Come on, don't forget to brush the bucket."

The militiamen went out with barrels, and Anthony followed.

Leadbetter closed his eyes, his thoughts gradually focused on the upcoming negotiation.

How to persuade the Horn Bay Alliance? The alliance is the most powerful among the coastal countries. As long as the alliance can let go of its hostile attitude, other countries will not be a problem.

What concessions should I make? On which issues is it absolutely impossible to shrink back?

For the problems that may be encountered in the negotiation, Leadbetter carefully considers one by one and thinks about the strategy.

He was thinking so hard that he didn't even realize that someone had entered the room.

By the time the touch on his neck and the ensuing suffocation hit his brain, it was too late.

When Leadbetter realized that someone was attacking him, one strong hand had tightly grasped his throat, and the other hand covered his mouth so tightly and forcefully that his Mouth can not make a little sound.

The instinct to survive still made him struggle, but the more he struggled, the less strength he had, because now he couldn't breathe.

When he recognized the identity of the attacker, he was shocked with both sadness and pity, and he didn't know whether he was pitying himself or the other party.

Just when he thought he might die of suffocation, a sharp pain hit from behind, and Leadbetter lost all his strength at once.

Blood flowed from the wound on his back, and the consciousness of his brain, which was already hypoxic, became even more dull.

"Is there another person?"

Leadbetter, who was still covered and strangled, thought so.

"Oh, forget it, that's it..."

This was the last thought in Leadbetter's mind, and then his body completely lost its vitality.

The knights of the church stood guard outside boredly.

After Priest Anthony came out, he called them together~www.mtlnovel.com~Be polite when the officials of the alliance come over later! Lord Leadbetter had great hopes for this negotiation.

His Excellency the Priest warned them thus.

Negotiate, negotiate! What a fart!

This is what many knights think.

But they dare not disobey the instructions of their superiors.

The militiaman came out with a bucket, fetched a bucket of water from a small lake in the distance, and returned to the hut.

That one has already been searched by them, and the priest is looking after him in the house, so the knights are not worried.

Then a roar full of grief and pain came from the hut.

"Sinner! Do you know what you're doing?"

The power even scared the surrounding birds into the sky.

The same idea popped up in everyone's mind.

It's over, something big happened.

Chapter end

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