Annie frowned and bit off a piece of meat from the roast suckling pig in front of her.

"Has anyone ever said that you look very embarrassed when you eat?" Alina looked helpless at the oil-stained Annie next to her.

"Now is not the time for grace."

Annie smacked her lips. Most of the people here were poor people. She might only have one interaction with him in her life. "Body" and "posture" had no effect at all at this time. It would be better to replenish her physical strength quickly.

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Alina is an outsider and does not understand the current situation, but she knows it clearly after having lived in Valinor for a long time.

As Julius said, this is a war.

A long-planned holy war is about to take place underground in Valinor, a war between the Holy See and the "rats" who steal wealth.

"Rat" superficially represents pagans, but its deeper meaning may represent some nobles of Valinor.

"That makes sense, don't pay attention to your manners at this time." A male voice spoke.

Anne turned around and saw a man in tattered clothes with blond hair, squatting in the corner in a very inelegant posture, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Poincaré?"

With just one glance, Annie exclaimed, this was a guy she didn't expect to appear here at all.

In the eyes of the heretics, this director of the Inquisition is like a symbol of the Sacrament. Every time he appears, he looks like a crow, representing death and ominousness.

"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't expect you to know me. It's obviously the first time we met."

Poincaré blew out the cigarette and arranged his golden hair with a smile: "Your Majesty Anthony's fiancée, it's our first time to meet you. We are so happy to meet you. Have you separated from him?"

Anne's heart suddenly twitched, knowing that there was a flaw in her words - how could a person who had never been to Valinor know the current Director of the Inquisition?

Her mind was running rapidly, and in the end she just covered her face with a smile: "Anthony was telling me your story just now, saying that you would most likely appear on such an occasion."

"Ha ha."

Poincaré gave Anne a meaningful look and did not even ask where Anthony was.

He just stood up and sighed in a low voice: "People here use gambling to wash away the gold coins squeezed from the believers, but the Holy See's intention to attack here does not stop there. More importantly, the cable report said that'

The Dead River has laid a hidden mine here."

Anne immediately thought of her previous encounter, but she was not sure whether the "hidden thunder" Poincaré mentioned was referring to Lilith.

After thinking for a while, she spoke again: "I thought today was just a test, but since you are here, it means..."

Poincaré smiled, put his index finger to his lips, made a silent gesture, and then pointed at the dilapidated ceiling: "Everything is being prepared, it's just that the time has not come yet."

Anne was a little nervous. She raised her head subconsciously and her eyes surrendered to the clock in the distance. The hand at the moment pointed at seven fifty.

According to the Holy See's always cautious behavior, there should be ten minutes left before the battle begins.

"Don't worry."

Even though he was about to take action, Poincaré still looked calm: "We are just one of the battlefields here. There won't be too many twists and turns. What's more important is the cleansing of the heretics."

"What? You mean...the Holy See is going to launch a war against the entire Eastern District?" Anne's clear pupils were filled with shock.

In the history of Plantagenet, there have been several purges of pagans, but in the milder times, Valinor always retained the "Eastern District" as a land dedicated to pagan life.

This is an important area for communication between the Holy See and the outside world, and it is a land of freedom chartered by the Holy See.

The Holy See is aware of the hidden crimes and pagan beliefs in this area, but Eastern countries and areas not under the jurisdiction of the Holy See will send people to trade in the Eastern District, and these transactions bring huge amounts of money and news.

The Eastern District is a filthy swamp, but it nurtures something that the Holy See needs.

If all pagan beliefs in the eastern region were purged, Valinor would certainly become more like the pure land of the gods, but no plants would grow on the hard stone ground, and most of Valinor's resources for survival would be exhausted.

"If you have an abscess on your arm, as long as the doctor can control the abscess, you will treat it well, apply ointment on the abscess, and cover it with gauze." Poincaré whispered, "But if

There is no medicine that can suppress the abscess. Seeing it eroding your arm day by day, your skin rotting and your muscles melting, the best choice you can make... is to cut off the entire arm!"

Annie took a deep breath and didn't speak any more, but her thoughts were racing.

She didn't understand why the Holy See was ready for a full-scale war even though she had only been away for a short period of time.

Although the person giving the orders was Julius, there was no doubt that behind him was the Pope.

"What's interesting is that I got the blessing from the Holy See."

When Poincaré spoke, his sharp eyes looked at Anne vaguely: "When I am doing the 'General', I can hand over the command to Sir Anthony, but now I can't find him."

"No problem, I know where he is." Anne nodded: "I will convey your meaning to him."

There is no doubt that this is a signal from Julius - he wants to express to the circle of Valinor, or his brother's fiancée, that Antony will be commissioned by the papal court.

"At eight o'clock, attack on time."

Poincaré smiled silently, threw a metal token in his hand to Anne, waved his hand, and left.

He has the highest combat power in this war, and his opponent is naturally the opponent's leader, or in other words, the most powerful thug.

Just when he left, Alina beside her finally said: "Hey, I said this gentle uncle... seems a bit handsome."

"Really?"

Annie thought for a moment, then shook her head: "Normally, he is quite friendly, but he is actually the 'Hunter' path. When it comes to fighting, he is a veritable grumpy old man."

Alina couldn't help pouting after asking, and the perfect filter she had just had for Poincaré instantly collapsed.

The so-called "Hunter" path is the embodiment of war and pure positivity. Most people are like powder keg, ready to explode at the drop of a hat.

Alina still prefers people with a good temper.

There were still a few minutes before the war started, and they were sitting there, casually eating something and chatting.

Outside the "Hundred Eyes Palace", a swarm of armored knights rushed across the bridge connecting the Eastern District and the outside world and rushed into the land reserved for pagans in the Holy City; the advance army that had occupied the squares in the Eastern District

Flowing into different streets and alleys like a tide.

They shouted and kicked open the door marked with secret marks, raised their muskets at those who worshiped idols at home, and ordered them to stand against the wall; a series of small warships on the river held high torches, and the light cannons on the bows could fire at any time.

Covering the river bank…
Chapter completed!