Another person replied in a voice that was oily like a reptile. "To be frank with you, Your Majesty, this is not greed, but an interest that is within reach. If I dream of eating one star at a time, then I am greedy, but on the contrary, I only want one cookie, and it happens to be near my hand..."

Master Ja frowned and knocked rudely at the door: "Excuse me, Your Majesty's medicine is here."

The man who was confronting the Pope closed his mouth, reached out and touched his beard, then shrugged rudely.

This messenger from the Holy Land had stayed in Great Liang for more than half a year for various reasons. He had no intention of leaving at all. Everyone knew that this man was sent here by the King and noble lords of the Holy Land to manage the situation.

On the side of the Holy Land, the King could no longer wait and was eager to gather up lands and monarchical power, he only wanted the Pope to fall down. At the very beginning, the messenger had no good intention, he had tried every means to prove that this war was a complete mistake. However, gradually, with the increasing number of financial and mineral resources they managed to rob and bring back home, the noises within the country gradually became quiet.

The bottomless greed of the Holy Land was completely fired up by the richness of the mysterious eastern land. Those noblemen who wanted to see the Pope return defeated began to change their attitude. They were more active than ever before in promoting the interests of the Western Army in Great Liang, wishing they could open up their small mouth to swallow this large animal whole.

This time, they used the north to switch the strategic focus of Great Liang. When the people of the Central Plains had no time to pay attention to anything else, they would fish in troubled water. This was the plan the messenger had used all his might to push forward.

The Pope had strongly opposed to this because there was a vast northern part of the Central Plains between the two battlefields. Since there was a disconnection of the transport and communication lines in the west, the efficiency of the connection between the two sides was very low. When the Pope integrated the ambitious people in the siege of Great Liang, he had used the time lag when the information was interrupted while on its way — he knew full well that in battle, an opportunity was as fleeting as a second. What was more, Jia Lai Ying Huo in the north, in his view, had a radical and crazy side engraved in his bones, there was not enough calmness to sustain long-term cooperation.