Chapter 632 Meeting - The Imaginative Saint Anastasia

Two hours later, Verin and Kyle came out of Earl Bloodmoon's camp and returned to the military camp.

Half a month later, the Duke of East, the Duke of Moravia, Saint Anastasia and a royal legend jointly held a pre-war meeting.

Although it is called a pre-war meeting, if you want to participate in this meeting, you need to meet a certain threshold. You must either have the title of earl, or your own strength has reached the soul level.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Weilin passed through the three-layer magic barrier and entered the conference room.

In the conference room, many nobles were sitting on floating chairs, gathering together in twos and threes, sharing their information and bragging to each other.

Weilin came to a floating chair and sat down, holding a ball in his right hand and operating the chair to move around.

"Verin."

When Weilin heard his name, he looked around and found an old acquaintance.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be here." Earl Russell floated to Verin's side on the floating chair, with joy in his voice.

"Brother Russell, long time no see. I didn't expect you to participate in this holy war of faith."

"Brother Weilin, I haven't seen you for several years since you got married."

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy after getting married and I really can't spare the time to see you." Weilin said with an apology on his face.

"If it were there, wouldn't we see it now?"

After the two were polite, they began to share the information they knew.

"The Marquis of Bazel is very hostile to you, you have to be careful." Russell lowered his voice and whispered to Verin.

After hearing the other party's reminder, Verin searched for relevant information about the Marquis of Bazel in his mind.

The Marquis of Bazel, whose full name is Bazel Grote Bertram, is the head of the Bertram family. His territory of Grote is located in the province of Kapwe, covering an area of ​​about 110,000 square kilometers. There are also two counts in the family, which are middle-level existences in the sequence of the marquis family.

The Bertram family and the Hax family are in-law families. They have been intermarried with each other for thousands of years, which is longer than the existence of the Ax family.

Thinking of this, Verin finally understood why the Marquis of Bazel was hostile to him, or that the Bertram family and the Aix family were hostile existences, but they did not openly quarrel with each other.

If the Marquis of Bazel was a Marquis known for his wisdom, Verin wouldn't have anything to worry about. Smart people assess the situation and will not be confused about the situation.

But there are always surprises. The Marquis of Bazel is famous among the nobles for his force. In other words, he has a bad temper and does things without thinking. He is privately despised by other nobles as "a black bear in gorgeous clothes".

As far as he knew, it might have something to do with the Marquis's parents. Incestuous marriages tend to give birth to geniuses, but they are more likely to give birth to geniuses with intellectual disabilities.

"Brother Russell, I will pay attention." After saying that, Verin took out a document from the space ring and handed it to the other party, whispering, "take a good look after you go back. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. Although We are not the commander-in-chief, but it is still necessary to understand the situation of the entire war."

"Thank you."

Russell looked grateful, looked around carefully, and put the file into the space equipment.

Wei Lin replied in a low voice: "It's okay, it's mutual benefit."

Weilin will not be stingy with giving back to those who help him.

Although relevant information would be obtained from other people later on in this incident, he was very touched that Russell took the initiative to come to him and tell him this information.

While the two were chatting, a powerful voice sounded in the conference room.

"The Duke of Moravia has arrived!"

The nobles present stopped communicating, lowered the suspended chairs to the ground, stood on both sides, and bent down to salute to show their respect for the Duke of Moravia.

Under the gaze of many nobles, the Duke of Moravia entered the conference room and went straight to the main seat above to sit down.

In less than two minutes, the Duke of East, Saint Anastasia and a legendary knight named Bradley Silvis entered the scene.

When Saint Anastasia entered the conference room, Verin couldn't help but glance at the saint secretly, and he was fascinated by it in just a moment.

Saint Anastasia's long golden hair falls on her shoulders, her face is as beautiful as an angel, her skin is as white as snow and as delicate as silk, exuding a holy aura, and her eyes are clear and bright, revealing gentleness and love. She is tall and elegant, wearing a pure white robe, inlaid with golden patterns, shining with mysterious light, reflecting the holy light emanating from her body.

Wei Lin had to admit that his heart was moved.

At this moment, he seemed to see the most beautiful scene in the world, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

However, it was only for a moment that Weilin's heart cooled down.

Looking to the left, he found that Brother Russell was even worse than him, and his eyes almost went straight.

Russell, who was indulging in beautiful fantasies, felt the pain coming from his waist and suddenly woke up. He looked at Verin apologetically and his face turned red with embarrassment.

Verin winked at him and made him look to his left.

Following Wei Lin's prompt, Russell turned his head slightly and looked to the left. He found that there was someone worse than him, and he felt a lot better.

In front of the conference room, the Duke of Moravia sat on the second chair with his eyes closed, paying no attention to what was happening in the conference room.

Duke East sat on the third chair, watching the nobles below with interest, wanting to see how the saint would deal with them.

Saint Anastasia sat on the first chair, looked down, and sighed inwardly. It was no wonder that these nobles acted like this. The main source was still on her. She raised her hand and cast the divine art [Pure Heart] to awaken these nobles who were addicted to her aura.

If the Pope hadn't asked her to come, she would have just wanted to stay in the Temple of Life and serve the Goddess of Life.

"Everyone, sit down."

Many nobles looked ashamed, apologized in a low voice, and sat down quietly.

Seeing everyone sit down, Saint Anastasia nodded to Bradley Silves, indicating that he could start.

After receiving the instructions, Bradley nodded in response, operated the crystal ball, and sorted according to the lord's title, military combat effectiveness, and his own strength according to the established form.

After a while, 169 floating chairs were arranged in a ladder-like manner. From front to back, there were six rows, representing six levels.

There were eight positions close to the four legends, seven marquises and one earl.

Weilin looked up and saw that, as he had expected, his aunt's comprehensive strength was in the first sequence in the expeditionary corps.

As for him, he was in the thirteenth position in the second row, with an earl on the left and another earl on the right.

"Silence."

As the voice of the legend resounded throughout the conference room, everyone stopped whispering and turned their eyes to the four big guys at the top, waiting for the meeting to be held.

Seeing this, Bradley activated the image stone and projected the full map of the Metagyanangshia continent into the conference room. Then he sat on the fourth chair and handed the meeting leadership back to Saint Anastasia.

This war of faith was led by the Church of Life, so Saint Anastasia naturally became the supreme leader of the expeditionary corps.