The Pope swallowed the medicine as if it was poison and shivered. He picked up a piece of silk cloth to wipe his mouth then sighed: "Messenger, a war of this magnitude, is impossible to fundamentally change anything because of the death of one or two people. Over the past year, the Jiangbei Navy has established a relatively complete system. Have you ever thought about what would happen if our attack cannot achieve the desired effect? What will we do then?"

The smile of the messenger turned cold. "You are right. Such a war on this scale, one or two people are of no importance, then why are you gentlemen so afraid of Gu Yun in this way?"

Then, without waiting for a rebuttal, the ambassador suddenly stood up: "I admit that the possibility that you said really exists, but even if the worst happens, we at least showed a strong attitude. It is a stimulus to the northern battlefield, we still attain more benefits — Your Majesty, I must say, you are too cautious. We have the absolute advantage in the battle along the river. So what if the navy of the Central Plains had been built? One year? Two years? It is still only in its infancy! If I were you, I wouldn't let the Liangjiang battlefield be silent for such a long time. I will not let the Jiangbei Army of the Central Plains people have any time to be built at all!"

Master Ja's eyes twitched, witnessing the two words ‘arrogance’ and ‘greed’ so clearly for the first time in his life.

The Pope stood up and exclaimed, "Messenger, it is very irresponsible of you to say so."

The messenger put his hands together and raised his chin: "Your Majesty, the right to dispatch the Ziliujin of our army is in my hands, and the Holy Land has given me permission to execute orders in your place at the most critical moment!"

Master Ja stepped forward angrily and laid his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist: "You!"

The messenger's ferocious and sly eyes fell on him, the Pope grabbed Mr. Ja's sleeve——

After a moment of stalemate between the three, the messenger's gaze averted slightly, his lips raised in a smile, and said hypocritically, "I have never doubted Your Majesty's wisdom. Please consider my suggestion carefully. Now, if you excuse me!"

After that, he grabbed his hat, put it on his head arrogantly, and turned away.

Master Ja: "Sire, why do you hold me back? If you kill him…"

"If he was killed, the troops belonging to the king and nobility would immediately turn their faces." The Pope gave him a fierce look. "Do you really think your men are as loyal to their commander as the Black Iron Camp?"

Master Ja was stunned. "What shall we do then? Will you compromise?"

The Pope remained silent for a moment: "All we can do is to pray for God's blessing--"