"I have the people to make the proposal."

While everyone was arguing, Julius moved his chair back, at least a foot away from the table, and then lay lazily in the chair.

The ministers' eyes were instantly focused on this young man, and they left the table while everyone was discussing. This was a very frivolous behavior, and it seemed a bit unbelievable that it happened to Julius.

Facing these questioning looks, Julius chuckled, and then clapped his hands: "I am honored to introduce to you a new character who is about to join us. She is a princess from the far north."

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron door behind the ministers opened instantly, and bright light surged into the chapel, followed closely by a figure. Although she was soaked and her hair was stuck to her face,

But she stood in the light, still shining brightly like the legendary Valkyrie.

"Anne Curtis."

Julius stood up from his chair while smiling, not at all angry at the sudden intrusion of the princess, because this was what he had hoped for.

"Why did I join you?"

Anne said as she walked in the direction of Julius.

She tore at her skirt which had been soaked with water and was completely soaked. She took off the golden hairpins one by one from her bun and threw them on the ground.

The long hair that can be seen flows down like a black waterfall, without any worries.

Finally, the complicated and grand clothes were stripped off, and she was left with only a plain long skirt. The corners of the skirt were ironed and dyed with a blue pattern of intertwined flowers and vines. It was as beautiful as those unique blue and white porcelain.

She stood tall and graceful, just like a blue orchid pulling out its slender stems in the dark night, but the clear and powerful footsteps were like an experienced blacksmith striking the iron with his hammer slowly but firmly.

On the anvil.

"I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."

With a smile on his lips, Julius applauded Anne's stunning transformation: "But before that, please allow me to praise your beauty."

"Thanks."

There was a subtle smile in Anne's eyes. She unceremoniously pulled a chair from the corner and inserted herself in front of the Pope's conference table.

Except for Cecillo, the other four cardinals couldn't help but frown - even though the person in front of them had the status of a prince, what she did here was still a serious act of transgression, and could even

Said it was blasphemy against God.

But Julius had no intention of pursuing the case. Instead, he turned to look at Cicero: "So, Your Excellency Cicero, how long will it take for us to collect evidence?"

"A few months is enough."

Cicero spoke without hesitation: "While Sir Curtis is making the proposal, our foreign affairs department will be able to complete the collection of evidence."

As a cardinal, Cicero also oversaw the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and he had absolute confidence in the abilities of his spies.

And when he said these words, his eyes were always on Kaio.

Unlike others, he had already deduced this war in his mind, so he knew why Keio had such an ambiguous attitude towards the Holy War.

This is the Pope's wish, and Caio cannot refuse, but as the leader of the army, he will shoulder a huge responsibility.

If he wins, he will undoubtedly be regarded as a hero. He will bring back huge loot from Ceylon and the whole of Valinor will cheer him. But what if he fails?

It is difficult to predict the consequences of this war. Naval warfare has always been the weakness of the Cross Guards. And with the long history of Ceylon, God knows how many extraordinary people are hidden in this country.

As a result of the defeat, Keo will inevitably lose his cardinal seat, and his family will also lose power. There are many military forces in Valinor who want to replace Keo's family.

Keo was once a lion, but the best way for an aging lion to preserve his dignity is to stop fighting.

Soon, everyone seemed to have figured out this joint. They all looked at Kaio, an old man with gray hair sitting in a high-back armchair, holding the golden lion head at the end of the armrest with both hands, and remained silent for a long time.

His still burly body held up the straight black uniform of the Cross Guards, and even highlighted the outline of his muscles, but who knows if these muscles can still burst out the devilish power of the past, maybe his bones are too brittle.

How much muscle force can it withstand?

Watching a hero grow old is as sad as watching a woman's beauty fade away.

Cicero speculated in his mind about possible candidates to replace Caio.

He wasn't the only one who would do this, the entire Valinorian nobility would bet on it before the war began.

Keio was like a gladiator who entered the arena to challenge a ferocious beast. The nobles appraised his muscles and winning rate in the stands, and placed bets with great interest.

Cecillo shuddered slowly and forcefully. He suddenly realized that no one in this power field was safe. New people would be pushed into the arena to challenge the beasts at any time, and when it was his turn

, others will also evaluate his strength and place bets...

It all depends on the wishes of the young man in front of him and the one behind him.

The only unshakable person in Valinor is the Pope. He is God's servant, replacing God as the shepherd, and using humans as the sheep. No matter how many sheep die, the shepherd is still the shepherd.

Cicero felt awe in his heart. As a cardinal for many years, he thought he was the closest person to the Pope in Valinor, but at this moment he suddenly realized the distance between himself and the Pope.

Like the legendary distance between heaven and hell.

In the eyes of everyone, Keio slowly stood up and knelt down on one knee in front of Julius: "Let God's light and flame guide our swords, and the Cross Guards will attack all blasphemous sinners."

Launch a holy war. How can sinners behold the majestic glory of the goddess?"

At the same time, the bronze bell of the seminary roared, and the sound was like thunder, shaking Valinor.

It is usually just used as a bell for students to go to and from get out of class, but today, everyone who heard the sound stopped and looked uneasily in the direction of the college.

This time the bell sounded like a prophetic poem of war.

"good."

Julius nodded, leaned back in his chair, and took a deep breath.

After a long while, he opened his eyes and looked at Kaio: "If we launch a holy war, what do you need."

"There are a total of 120 brand-new warships and 4,800 large-caliber steel cannons. Each cannon needs to be issued with 20 explosive shells. In addition, I also need a military expenditure of 18,000 pounds of gold.

"Kaio said.

"How long will it take for the treasury to allocate this money?" Julius looked at Cicero.

Cicero was stunned. He had no idea that Caio's military expenditures were such an astonishing figure. He supervised the political affairs department of the Pope's Office, and the treasury was also under his jurisdiction. There was only a stock of 20,000 pounds of gold in it.

, not even enough to build those new warships.

"Cicero?"

Julius asked again.

Cicero hurriedly bowed, "Holy See, there are only about 20,000 pounds of gold left in the treasury, which is not enough to pay for this military expenditure. But we can borrow money from big families, such as the Borgia family, or we can launch a fundraiser,
Chapter completed!