The Pope suddenly turned around and stared at him like a falcon. "This is an opportunity, do you understand?"

Master Ja lowered his voice excitedly: "Then the messenger..."

"He is no longer the messenger," said the Pope, with a slight nod of his head, his attitude was both docile and cold.

Master Ja took a deep breath and clenched his fist under the complicated cuff: "I'm going to prepare now."

"Jacques," said the Pope, with his old hands folded in his sleeves and standing in the night wind, "If we lose this chance, we may never be able to set foot on this land again. It has awoken."

Mr. Ja looked back at the distant shore, recalled the lights he had just seen. His heart shaken, he left in a hurry.

While the Great Liang people were unaware, there was a violent ‘rebellion’ in the Western army.

From the time when the messenger received the news from the Holy Land to when he decided to flee, it was less than an incense time. It was not that he was indecisive. Unfortunately, he did not know that the news sent for him had been intercepted by others.

From his escape to his secret arrest by the Pope's elite guards standing by in wait, it was also less than an incense time.

The messenger and his underlings were killed on the spot by Master Ja. A ship was then set up, pretending as if the messenger had departed after finishing his business, hiding the information about the internal chaos in the Holy Land. In the peaceful Western military port, ordinary soldiers were still making routine inspections. They only knew that the messenger was called back to the Holy Land, from now on, they would return to having only one leader.

The Pope did not change his soft attitude towards the peace talks with the Great Liang people. On the surface, he continued to retreat little by little until the autumn equinox of the ninth year of Long An.

*Starting from September 22nd to September 24th

A batch of Western supplies arrived at the Western military port by sea. A large number of military supplies and Ziliujin were like a dark mass of a group of demons, landing on the coast of Jiangnan.

For the entire nine years of Long An, Great Liang was engulfed in the scent of gunpowder.

At the end of May, the royal court, represented by Yan Wang, met with the original thirteen tycoons who bought the Feng Huo tickets and announced that the first batch of Feng Huo tickets were due. At the same time, the ‘Bank of Long An’ approved by Li Feng himself was also set up, with the headquarters in the capital city and branches set up everywhere else in the country. Before the completion of the branches, the local government was responsible for collecting and cashing the expired Feng Huo tickets.