Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 239 Night talk around the fire
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The dance steps are in perfect harmony with the music in the hall, as if they were created naturally.

This Pope of Florence has always been so awe-inspiring, even annoying, but at this moment he has an extra charm that makes people like him. He is just like a young man in his prime, wearing a neat military uniform, who is willing to draw his sword for the woman he loves.

The guests all stepped aside consciously, and in the end only the Pope and Madame Linlang were left dancing under the dome. At this moment anyone could tell that they were old lovers, because it was a dance that had been honed through thousands of trials and tribulations. How many times did you have to put your arms around a woman's waist, take her hand, and spin with her like the wind to be so harmonious?
"You should have stopped them."

Across the crowd, Torres glanced at Qin Huai, then looked at Xizel and said quietly.

"Forget it. I don't want to, and I can't."

Xizel looked at his dancing parents from afar with a complicated expression: "A mother like this is truly alive."

They were all watching so intently that they did not notice the furious look of a noble lady in gorgeous palace attire at the other end of the crowd. Even though she was wearing a long dress that dragged on the ground, one could see that her body was shaking uncontrollably.

Long's eldest son Luigi and second son Juan held their mother's hands tightly on the left and right, and all the anger in their eyes was directed at Qin Huai and César.

The dance ended with Mrs. Linlang finishing with a powerful spin. The lake blue dress clung to her thighs due to inertia, like a blooming flower suddenly withering.

She tapped her heels lightly, and everything was silent.

After a while, the guests couldn't help but applaud. It was really wonderful, and the woman was really perfect. Even though she was an oriental woman, it was obvious that she was no longer young, but her figure and face were like those of a young girl, making people dare not imagine her demeanor when she was really a young girl.

But the Pope had no intention of accepting this praise. The moment the dance ended, he let go of Madam Linlang's hand and turned away.

"Long"

The woman who was left alone there uttered trembling but clear mutterings, which caused a storm in the hearts of some people.

A boy in military uniform, who was forcibly suppressing his emotions, walked out of the crowd. The two passed each other without looking at each other.

"Let's go home, Mom, let's go home."

César gently hugged his mother, blocking her gaze from looking at his father, and also blocking her expression which was sometimes dull and sometimes clear, as if she was about to cry.

"Although their dancing is not as good as Taizhen and Ah Man's, it is also unique."

In the box, Qin Huai waved his hand to disperse the nectar talisman that had been burned to ashes, smacked his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.

Cesare walked out of the Papal Palace holding his mother's hand. The guards surrounded them tightly. Madame Linlang was suddenly frightened and struggled hard to find the man she loved, but the Pope had already disappeared through a side door.

It was pouring rain outside, as if the floodgates in heaven had been opened. Torres drove a black limousine to the door and rushed up the steps holding an umbrella. New dance music was playing in the Pope's Palace. The guests were either discussing the Pope and the mysterious woman in private, or continuing to rack their brains for the mystery posed by Qin Huai.

"That woman actually still remembers Long. Shouldn't she have forgotten everything after the lobotomy?"

"Based on previous observations, she should have forgotten everything. She couldn't even recognize her own children. As for why she remembered Long, it can only be attributed to love, right?"

"Love? I think it was a failed lobotomy?"

"It's possible that if the surgery wasn't done cleanly, she might still be able to remember some things."

"The question is what can she remember? And does she still remember those things?"

"Maybe we should have been cleaner from the beginning."

In an unknown corner, some people are whispering, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
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Late at night, at the Pope's Villa.

Rain was falling outside the window, and white mist was coming out of the ice mirror. Pope Lon Borgia was sitting at the table, reviewing documents at a high speed, with a cold light occasionally flashing on his glasses.

In the corner of the bookshelf, a secret door opened silently, and Spencer, the director of the Pope's Office, walked in and placed a file bag on the table.

There were three photos inside, photos of Qin Huai, Xiao Gui and the [Flying Cavalry Guard]. The [Flying Cavalry Guard] stood guard like a mountain, and Xiao Gui, wearing Seraph armor, was beside Qin Huai.

This was exactly the scene when Qin Huai led the delegation to appear in front of the Sistine Chapel this morning. The details of the [Flying Cavalry Guards] and Qin Huai's aura were reproduced exactly.

The Pope picked up the three photos and looked at them for a long time: "Is this the mobile armor of the Orientals?"

"Codenamed [Flying Cavalry Guard], the Tang people call it Fu Jia, which has very high requirements for knights. According to the calculations of the [Sanctuary] and the summary of previous battlefield intelligence, the Shenwu Tianqi should have less than 100 [Flying Cavalry Guard], which is only equivalent to the number of armors of a battalion."

"You are a technical person, what do you think?"

"An incredible masterpiece. As a first-generation armor, the design is very reasonable. Judging from the shape, it should be a super-mobile armor with extremely high flexibility and agility. Except for the special model, the overall performance of the [Flying Cavalry] is similar to the third-generation [Seraphim Cavalry] currently standard in the Seraphim Knights, but it should not be as good as the fourth-generation [Seraphim Cavalry] that Minerva is about to update for the Knights."

"Where's the Seraph?"

"The Seraph is still the ultimate weapon. The Flying Guards alone cannot compare to that."

"It's incredible. Could it be that the Orientals have also discovered relics from the old era?"

Director Spencer was silent for a while, then turned to talk about the general who came on behalf of the Eastern Emperor.

"Your Highness, compared to the Flying Cavalry Guards and Kuilongma, Qin Huai is the truly incredible person. At this moment, the cardinals are meeting to discuss him and his request. This is destined to be an uneasy night."

"The old guys in the Cardinals' Opposition, their confidence in conquering the East all comes from mobile armor. Now they are being strangled by a madman who is even crazier than the Arab madman. They are like children whose toy swords have been taken away by adults. They immediately feel uneasy."

The Pope adjusted his glasses and put down the photo of the Flying Guards.

"Under such circumstances, they will certainly order the acceleration of research on a new generation of weapons, striving to completely overwhelm the Orientals in terms of technology."

"A new generation of weapons? Just those two?"

"Holy See, in addition to the second-generation Prometheus being developed by the Original Sin Agency and the new Seraph being developed by the Minerva Agency, they have restarted [Pandora]." "[Pandora], are the old guys so anxious?"

The Pope asked quietly, tapping his fingers on the remaining two photos: "How is the progress on both sides?"

"I heard that the Original Sin Agency is making good progress, but they just lack strong enough test knights. Their strongest knight was burned to charcoal by Qin Huai at the Hundred Prison Gate. As for the Minerva Agency, they lack enough time and test knights. Xizel is concentrating on cracking the Seven Deadly Sins, but if Rundstedt devotes himself to research, the speed will be immediately increased."

"Got it, what is George doing?"

"He just finished observing Qin Huai."

"How about it?"

The Pope frowned slightly, Qin Huai's movements were related to the personal safety of Messiah's top leaders.

"George promised that he could hold back Qin Huai's offensive, but there's a high chance that he won't be able to stay."

Saint George, the former symbol of the Seraphim Knights and the previous generation leader of the Seraphim Knights.

His exclusive armor [Dragon Slayer] is one of the prototypes of Seraph. It has been manufactured for more than a hundred years. It is much larger than today's armor and only one size smaller than [Prometheus].

It was a deformed ancient armor, but to this day, it can still be said to be one of the strongest Seraphim. It is not only strong, but also has super long endurance. The powerful performance comes with harsh standards. The spiritual backlash of the knights by the Dragon Slayer Saint George is ten times that of other Seraphim. Only monster-level knights can withstand the pressure it brings. Therefore, except for the former leaders of the Seraphim Knights, it is almost never open to other knights.

"If the old guys hadn't been so eager for quick success, George wouldn't have slept in the Sanctuary for so long."

There was a rare hint of regret in the Pope's tone, as if he was reminiscing about the glorious past.

Director Spencer nodded in agreement, but did not say much. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the buzzing sound of white mist gushing out of the ice jar.

Compared to the young Rundstedt, who was forced by the cardinal to act as a front, Saint George was one of the few leaders of the Seraph Knights in the history of Messiah who truly grew to the pinnacle.

He was born in the same year as Ron Borgia. He had fought against many powerful enemies such as the Mad Arabs, Native Americans, and the Immortal Desert, and had made great achievements in many military missions. If he had not been seriously injured in the mission of exploring the Icy Sea more than ten years ago and was sealed in the ice coffin of the Sanctuary by the Minerva Agency for recuperation, it would still be unknown who would win the war between the Papal States and the East.

After a while, the Pope finally spoke and broke the silence.

"Inform that old dog Franco and tell him to hurry up. If he loses to the Original Sin Agency, the Cardinal will definitely try to push a motion to have the Original Sin Agency swallow up the Minerva Agency."

The Pope took another look at the man in the photo, who was full of vigor and looked like a tiger.

"Also, block the news about White Moon first. Pandora's success rate is too low, and we cannot afford to lose more Seraph Knights."

"Yes, Your Holiness. But your enemy, the Grand Protector of Anxi, Qin Huai, is too difficult for us to deal with now."

Director Spencer sighed softly. After losing the [Holy Spear Equipment·Longinus], the Papal States had too few weapons that could deliver fatal strikes to highly mobile targets in the sky.

"No, he is not my enemy, he is my son's enemy"

The pope lit a fireplace, threw the pictures in and watched them turn to ashes.

Perhaps the burning ash choked his throat, he suddenly started coughing violently, the "hollow" sound echoed in the office, as if he was going to cough out his lungs. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his mouth, and the scarlet thread slowly extended along the fibers of the handkerchief.

He held onto the upper edge of the fireplace, and with trembling hands he took out a small iron box from his arms, took out a green pill from it, swallowed it, and then gulped down a large glass of water.

It took him a long time to regain his composure, and he sat down at his desk again, reviewing the documents at high speed. During the whole process, Director Spencer stood by, silently watching the man, without even offering a hand to help.
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Sacred Seminary of Turin, Office of the Vice-Principal.

There was a slight glow in the sky. The nun in white poured amber black tea into the teapot and then retreated, leaving only Vice Principal Diego and eight tall and strong fighting men.

The Holy Academy of Turin is a higher education institution established by the Holy Church of Messiah, with a history of only about a hundred years. Before the beginning of the mechanical age, there were already many academies established by monarchs in the West, similar to the "Imperial Academy" of the Xia Kingdom. The oldest of them has a history of nearly a thousand years. The Holy Academy of Turin is definitely a latecomer among many higher education institutions.

But it is the pinnacle of world universities, both in terms of academics and status. Half of the senior officials of the Papal States come from this university, and some people joke that the ministerial meeting of the Papal States is simply the "Alumni Association of the Sacred College of Turin".

For children from poor families, getting a student admission into the Sacred Seminary of Turin was like getting an admission ticket to the upper class society.

If a student from a poor family emerges into the Sacred Seminary of Turin, the parents and relatives will be overjoyed and run around telling others about it, because the child has a chance to succeed, which means the whole family will benefit.

Even for the children of noble families, enrollment in the Sacred Seminary of Turin is extremely valuable. Here they can make friends with true social elites and support each other in the future arena of power.

Diego is the youngest vice-president of the Holy Sepulchre of Turin. He still has a tall and straight figure, and his silver hair and silver crystal glasses give him a strong scholarly air.

With his status, he rarely comes out to interview students in person, but today's interview must be conducted by him personally because the identity of the interviewee is too special.

He held the application materials and occasionally looked up nervously at the little giant across the table. Just by looking at the appearance, the eldest brother in charge left a deep impression on him. The Qilin martial arts uniform embroidered with gold thread was bulging with strong muscles, giving people a strong sense of oppression. It seemed that there was a sleeping dragon behind the brown pupils.

Qin Huai was eating some fruit, watching Diego in front of him reading a piece of paper over and over again.

That is a letter of recommendation issued by a cardinal and written by the Pope, with only one sentence on it.

"The Tang Dynasty envoys should be received well and their study activities at the Holy Seminary in Turin should not be interfered with."

The files of the eight Qin Huai people were placed in a special file bag with the emblem of the Holy Cross embossed on it and sealed with Tianqi's unique dragon head wax.

Messiah expressed their concern for the Qinhuai Eight in this way.

Diego wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the application materials, stood up and extended his hand respectfully to Qin Huai.

"General Qin, welcome to the Holy Seminary of Turin."

(End of this chapter)