In the square before the battle at the Imperial Capital South Station, in a relatively hidden corner, in a small building with an extremely inconspicuous appearance.

Sherock was wearing a straight tuxedo, holding a small pipe in his hand, holding a hot coffee in his hand, and standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the movements in the square outside.

Virenya was wrapped in a coarse turban, dressed like an old country lady, holding a frozen pear that was frozen with a frozen popsicle. Her hands were tossed and thawed the frozen pear with the temperature of her palm, and stood beside Sheroke with her head tilted, smiling "hehe" and looking at her every move outside.

In the square, more than a dozen senior clergymen in golden robes stood in a group of expressionless faces.

Behind them were hundreds of subordinates with low status, wearing full sets of religious gowns, and expressionless faces.

In front of them, dozens of church knights wearing golden armor, covered with golden silk cloaks, and embroidered with golden oak icons, were angrily ripped with a group of officers of the Imperial Guards.

The fully armed knights of the church wanted to welcome the coming of St. Attila in the best condition and in a full set of liturgy.

The officers of the Guards implemented the orders of the senior officials and strictly prohibited the church knights from entering the station with weapons with them under the pretext of "Saint of St. Attila".

They did not retreat and pulled the church knights, scolding them with stern voices and expressions.

"For the safety of St. Attila, you must put down your weapons."

"This is not a negotiation, but an order!"

"According to the intelligence, there are heresies from the Hill Church who are preparing to assassinate St. Attila, you are all suspicious!"

"Let down your weapons, or stay away from the Imperial Capital South Station, you have no choice."

As the officers of the Guards Army pulled, the senior officials of the church knights present finally had a big knight full of golden armor, golden hair and golden eyes, and a faint golden light flashing in his eyes, shouting out what Qiao and his party just heard.

Use warriors and the most correct way men should solve the problem.

Everyone will do a game on the spot, and whoever wins will listen to anyone.

The church knights were very masculine. They pulled out their swords from their waists. They shouted in a low voice, and light golden flames surged from the sword. They waved their swords and blew golden arcs.

In the square, thousands of officers and soldiers of the Guards raised their weapons.

Flintlock rifles aimed at the church knights who drew their swords. A major general of the Guards yelled: "Put down your weapons, otherwise you will be regarded as enemies of the empire and killed on the spot."

Diagonally diagonally in the South Station Square, on the roof of the South Station Police Station, several field guns were quietly pulled out, and the dark muzzles were quietly aimed at the church knights who drew their swords.

More than a dozen bishops wearing golden robes and holding small pure gold sounds, and their expressionless faces became even more gloomy.

Their eyes were cold and they looked at the officers and soldiers of the Guards who were waiting for battle. The oldest man, whose eyes were golden and whose eyes were thick and golden flames as hot as magma, finally took a step slowly.

"If, according to your order, the loyal warrior of our Lord put down the weapons in his hands...If, today, an accident occurred in Fort Heidra, alarmed the noble crown of Saint Attila... can you bear this responsibility?"

The Major General of the Guards who had just ordered also stepped forward. He gently pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword on his waist, and said leisurely: "We can only do our best to do our best... If there is really a heresy that disturbs His Excellency St. Attila... I can only say... we can only do our best."

The old man in golden robe had no expression on his face and whispered in a low voice: "That is to say, what can you guarantee?"

Major General Youran sneered: "There are accidents in the world at any time. On the territory of the empire, I can only say that we should do our best to do our best... But no one can guarantee that there will be no accidents, right?"

Shrugged, the major general sighed: "The imperial capital has been very uneasy recently... we can only do our best to do our best."

A group of high-level clergymen in golden robes were all angry. They gritted their teeth and looked at the major general fiercely.

Recently, Heidra Fort has been very uneasy, and everyone knows this.

Many important members of the Super Juncker family died.

Many Super Juncker family warehouses were blown up.

In such a general environment, the Empire found such an excuse...it seemed very reasonable.

But these clergymen were just holding their breath in their hearts.

As Mu's servants, they could not carry weapons to welcome another noble clergyman. There is no doubt that this is a provocation to the Golden Oak Church...or, there is another conspiracy hidden here?

The cold wind whistled past, blew the light golden flames on the long swords of the church knights, making a "whim" sound.

The church knights stared at the officers of the Guards.

The officers stared at these tall and strong church knights with cold faces without fear.

On the edge of the square in front of the station, more and more idle people from the imperial capital came over and gestured towards it. Some even made strange laughs of gloating and fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

Many senior officials of the Golden Oak Church present, especially the Archbishop of St. Cloud's Cathedral, Benedict Ahan, had a face that turned pale, with a few strands of darkness on his jaw, and the long beards that drooped to his chest trembled violently.

There was also a neat and gentle sound of footsteps.

In the air, there is a faint and cold fragrance of osmanthus flowers floating.

Nearly a thousand nuns were wearing white robes and holding green osmanthus branches in their hands, with a solemn expression without any pink. Qingshui's face was filled with sacred piety, like a statue of a clay wood carved god, led by dozens of girls holding small incense burners and eternal lamps in their hands, slowly walked into the square in front of the station.

Qiao and his group had already entered the square in front of the station.

They walked past the church knights who were confronting the officers of the Imperial Guards. After Joe showed the warrant issued by Salian, their group of more than a hundred people obtained permission to enter the South Station of the Imperial Capital.

Seeing that his body was covered with weapons, especially some of the old guards of the Vitu family, bulging on his belt, scraping seven or eight flint-locked short guns filled with gunpowder and bullets, he walked into the south station of the Imperial Capital, Archbishop Benedict Ahan, the main hall of St. Cloud's Cathedral, his face became increasingly difficult to see.

He pondered for a moment, looked at the team of St. Mayan Cathedral slowly coming from behind, separated the crowd, and walked step by step to the Major General of the Guards who blocked their way.

"Child!" Benedict Ahan's tone was extremely gentle.

The guards brought by Qiao lined up to the South Station of the Imperial Capital, and Qiao rode Xiaobai and stopped in front of the entrance. Gorkin also rode on the horse, standing next to Hesen with Qiao Yi and the left and right.

Hessen jumped out of the carriage, holding a big cigar in his mouth. He was surrounded by his two sons, Marcos, Ivan and others, and was squinting at the nuns who slowly walked into the square.

"The great priest of the Yingui Church in the Diocese of the Deron Empire, that is, their great nanny, has no distinction between status and St. Attila, and actually came to greet St. Attila in person... Tsk, the great nanny in Tulum Port is half a level lower than St. Attila's priesthood. I can understand her doing this, but this person in St. Maya Cathedral also did this..."

"It seems that a saint who was canonized by Dabok has a much more important position in the church than we imagined."

Benedict Ahan personally negotiated with the officers of the Guards, and then he waved his hand with a gloomy face. The tense church knights unwilling to let go of the heavy swords in his hand that could kill people and break the formation. They all looked humiliated and held the soldiers of the Guards, and used swords with no practical combat function.

These rituals use swords, and from the outside, they look quite good in shape.

But you will only find out if you pull them out of the scabbard. This is what a layer of iron cut out.

In other words, the church knights of St. Cloud's Cathedral were...'disarmed' by the Guards.

Benedict Ahan and his subordinates all had stiff faces, and they were hard to see the ultimate spirit.

But there was already a faint roar of the whistle from the front of the steam locomotive in the south.

Benedict Ahan didn't care about the dispute, and he shouted loudly. Under the surveillance of the clergy of the nearby guards, the clergy of the brigade hurriedly started various ceremonial instruments and quickly walked into the South Station of the Imperial Capital.

The team of St. Cloud Cathedral passed by Qiao and others. Qiao looked at the clergy with ugly faces curiously, but few of these clergy had the mood to pay attention to him.

A senior bishop in a golden robe led a dozen priests to move towards the team of St. Mayan Cathedral.

Several great nuns in light silver robes greeted them, and the two sides gathered together to communicate a few words. The nuns of St. Mayan Cathedral met head-on with the officers of the Guards.

The nuns of St. Mayan Cathedral only carried various ritual instruments and did not carry any weapons.

The Guards did not make things difficult for them—or the nuns of St. Mayan Cathedral have a good reputation, and the Guards have no reason to make things difficult for them.

Teams of nuns walked over in an orderly manner in front of Joe.

All the nuns lowered their heads, held the green osmanthus branches in front of their chests with their hands, and recited the scriptures praising Muteste with great devout devotion.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of the nuns.

Joe sniffed.

Gorkin was twitching his nose vigorously.

Gorkin is a fifth-level swamp shadow wolf, and the fifth-level shadow wolf has a very good sense of smell, very good, really like a wolf, he can smell the smell of blood several miles away...

"Well, they are all good young girls, their body smells... Tsk tsk, why do you want to be a nun? It's so wasteful." Gorkin murmured in a low voice while twitching his nose hard.

Joe frowned.

He gained one percent of the authority of the Wolf King Wall, and he had a "legendary sense of smell" that was many times stronger than Gorkin!

The fragrance of osmanthus flowers lingered in these nuns.

They also have a faint body scent.

But in this fragrant wind, Qiao smelled a scent that made him a little familiar.
Chapter completed!