St. Giles Cathedral is decorated in magnificently, and it is hard to imagine that there will be such a brilliant building in the barren Edinburgh. Δ

As the bishop here, Besta's face was extremely furious.

"Tell me, what's going on! Why! Why did the five thousand troops go out but none of them come back? Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

"Sir Bishop, when we arrived at the scene, there were only wrecks that turned into coke, including druids, and nothing else."

"Don't tell me that the crusaders we look down on to destroy a group of druids, but they were completely destroyed by druids. We are the spokespersons of the Holy Light. If our warriors only have this level, how can we exercise power on behalf of God? This matter must be explained, five thousand people! Five thousand people were destroyed like this. If the Vatican pursued it, how should I answer? Could I tell all the lords above that our crusads were wiped out by hundreds of druids?"

"Sir, this is definitely not that simple..." said the knight wearing silver armor.

"Nonsense!" Besta angrily rebuked: "Idiots know that it's not that simple. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, then please shut up."

The Silver Knight pursed his lips and dared not refute.

Bosta swept to everyone present with anger: "Are you mute? Talk!"

"Sir, the villain thinks that this matter is related to the group of druids in the Sanchels forest." said a white-robed priest.

"Those beasts?" Besta frowned: "Those beasts have been huddling in the Sanchels forest. Where did they get the courage to come out to be enemies of us?"

"Master Bishop, they thought they were hidden, but they didn't know that we had already seen them, so it was more likely that they did it. They felt that even if they ambush our army, no one would know."

"They really have the ability to ambush the crusaders of five thousand men?" Besta was still in doubt.

"We still don't know how many druids are hidden in the Sanchesters Forest. We have no way of knowing their strength, so they are the most likely."

"The villain thinks it is possible for the Lord of Edinburgh, Duke Smallt."

"What? That coward Smallt?" Besta couldn't help laughing: "If he doesn't have the courage, does he have the ability? Just because of his three thousand old, weak, sick and disabled?"

"Sir, don't forget that Edinburgh is also stationed in a powerful army!"

"You mean the Wutang Consulate?"

"It was them, they were not very friendly with us, and if it were them, it was very possible."

"It is impossible. They have only 1,500 troops stationed. It's fine if we don't attack them. How dare they attack us? Unless they hide their troops, but if they hide their troops, the first one to fall out with them must be Small."

"The most likely one is the druid tribe in the Sanchels Forest. After all, they are also druid tribes and are the most motivated party."

Bosta's face darkened: "Then let them die! Since they dare to attack us, there is no need for them to exist."

"Master Bishop, I have been letting them go over the years because the Sanchels Forest is too big. If we enter the forest, it will be their home court. It will be difficult for us to gain an advantage, so we have been enduring that they have not taken action. And now since they have the combat power to destroy 5,000 people, we cannot take it lightly... What's more..."

"What's more?"

"We are short of manpower now, and the Crusaders have less than 3,000 troops. If we rashly enter the Sanchesters Forest, we may have fallen into the trap. Maybe they have set up traps now and are waiting for us to step into it."

Besta's face became more and more gloomy. He hated others to be conspiring behind their backs. He was always the only one who plotted against others, and no one dared to plot against him.

What's more, it was a group of druids who he had never looked at first sight.

In his eyes, the druids are a group of pagans, barbarians and beasts who believe in evil gods!

But these savages who he had never taken seriously actually attacked them and caused him huge losses, which Bosta could not tolerate.

"Set the fire! Set the Sanchels Forest!" Besta said gritting his teeth.

"Ah? Set fire to the Sanchels Forest?"

The Sanchels Forest is very large, almost a quarter of Edinburgh's territory. It is now the autumn season and the weather is dry.

If the Sanchesters Forest is set on fire, the fire will probably be unstoppable. At that time, the surrounding fields and even nearby villages and towns may be affected.

Everyone knew that their Bishop was crazy, but they didn't expect that Besta would be so crazy.

If the Sanchels Forest is completely burned down, Smaller will definitely not give up.

"Sir, if we really set fire to the Sanchester Forest, Smallt will definitely break up with us..."

"Smoult? That coward, he dares to turn against us? You think too much of him, and even if he turns against us, what can he do? Is he qualified to turn against us? Aren't he afraid that I will send him to the heresy trial stage?" Besta said disdainfully.

Besta was full of confidence, and this confidence was of course based on the strength of the Holy See, and he did not take any force, nobles, or even the royal family seriously.

No one has ever dared to challenge the authority of the Holy See, and those people or forces who are trying to challenge have now been wiped out.

What's wrong with setting fire to the Sanchels Forest?

Not to mention burning the Sanchesters Forest, even if it burns down the main city of Edinburgh, Besta would not dare to.

Just label the people here as a heretic, that's enough.

Anyway, this kind of thing has not been done before...

(St. Giles Cathedral was built in the 12th century, readers should not pursue this too much.)

...

The real culprit at this moment is bringing more than a hundred druids to sway the city in Edinburgh.

"Little Prince, we have provoked the Holy See now. The people in the Holy See will never give up with us. I think we should prepare as soon as possible." Niu Zhong followed Bai Chen and said worriedly.

This battle ended with a great victory, and Niu Zhong never fought such a happy battle in his life.

But as a general, Niu Zhong knew very well that a battle was absolutely nothing.

It has no impact on the overall situation. They are now in a foreign country. Even if they win ten more such victories, it may only hurt the Holy See, and will definitely not cause too much harm to the Holy See.

"I know, you can do whatever you should do. You don't have to worry about the affairs of the Holy See. I have my own opinions."

Niu Zhong looked embarrassed and failed to get a satisfactory answer from Bai Chen, which made him even more worried.

What does it mean to do it as you want?

What does it mean that you don’t need to worry about the affairs of the Holy See?

Can you solve the Holy See by yourself?

Niu Zhong was very dissatisfied with Bai Chen's reply. He felt that professional matters should be handed over to professionals.

This kind of thing cannot be participated by a child like Bai Chen, let alone Bai Chen's participation has disrupted their plans many times.

If it were someone else, even if it was someone with higher official positions than them, Niu Zhong would dare to contradict him a few words. Moreover, the most popular thing in the Wutang court today is to contradict him a few words with his boss and superiors.

But Bai Chen is different. On the one hand, Bai Chen is a child, and on the other hand, Bai Chen has a gold medal.

The gold medal may be the few things that still have privileges in Wutang today.

The gold medal is equivalent to the emperor's visit, which makes them even more reluctant. Niu Zhongshi has no courage to reject Bai Chen's words.

This may also be the reason why Niu Zhong, as a general, has always been a high and low, and his personality determines his prospects.

Bai Chen always does his own way, and Liao follows Bai Chen's side.

She knew Niu Zhong’s identity. Seeing Niu Zhong so respectful to Bai Chen, she knew even more that Bai Chen’s identity was very noble.

She has now placed all her hope on Bai Chen, not only for her tribe members, but also for her deep blood hatred.

If anyone else in this world can confront the Holy See, it can only be Wu Tang!

As soon as you enter the main city of Edinburgh, it is impossible not to hear such a saying, how powerful and rich Wu Tang is, how bad Europe is, how big the gap is.

At this moment, Smallt and a group of people rushed over from the front and blocked everyone's way.

"General Niu, I'm polite. Are you free?"

"What's wrong? Duke of Smallt?"

"If you have something to discuss, please take some time."

Niu Zhong looked at Bai Chen: "Little Prince, I will tell you something to Duke Smaller, but I have lost my companion..."

"Go." Bai Chen nodded.

When Smallt saw Niu Zhong saluting Bai Chen, he couldn't help but focus his eyes on Bai Chen: "Who is this?"

"This is our little prince of Wu Tang. In Europe, he is equivalent to a prince, and he is the most favored prince." Niu Zhong said.

Smaller's eyes lit up, but instead left in a hurry: "I've seen the little prince in the lower Smaller."

"Duke Smolt, right? No gifts." Bai Chen waved his hand: "Didn't you discuss something with General Niu? Don't delay it, go quickly."

"Uh...this...then I will lose my companion first. I will personally invite the little prince to the banquet later, and I will also invite the little prince to admire his face."

"Okay, let's talk about it when you're done." Bai Chen nodded, and the other party treated him with courtesy, so Bai Chen naturally would not lose his courtesy.

After receiving Bai Chen's answer, Smallt left with Niu Zhong with satisfaction.

It seems that something is a big deal, otherwise Smaller would not have stopped Niu Zhong in the street and pulled him away. (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!