Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 512 Servant
The flames were burning fiercely, and the dry branches made crackling noises in the flames. A large piece of meat from an unknown animal was placed on a shelf not far above the flames. Slowly rotating, the large piece of meat also slowly rotated on the flames.

A long-handled brush was inserted into the jar, and then the brown sauce in the jar was spread on the surface of the large piece of meat, thinly and evenly layer by layer.

The iron bar was still rotating slowly, the sauce wrapped the entire piece of meat, and the flames burned on the surface of the piece of meat. A part of the sauce mixed with the fat oozing from the meat dripped into the fire below, and it was fragrant. The aroma of the fresh meat slowly permeated, arousing the gluttons in everyone's stomachs.

A short sword was drawn out and stabbed at the large piece of meat that was dripping grease.The sword energy spurted out, sharp and delicate.

On the large piece of meat that was just roasted, the fattest, tenderest, and most fully covered part of the sauce was easily cut off by the sword energy, and it became a fat and thin slice of evenly thick meat, which fell on two slices. palm-sized on a large banana leaf.

Then, a freshly whittled wooden fork was placed on the big banana leaf.

Putting down his dagger, team leader Schmidt held the big banana leaf full of meat slices and came to a man in a white linen robe, and said respectfully, "Master Cardinal, the meat is ready."

Sitting in the shade of a big tree, looking at the huge busy construction site in the distance, the second cardinal, St. John, reached out and took the big banana leaf.

The wooden fork penetrated into a piece of meat, and then he put the thick, steamy, trembling piece of meat into his mouth.

After chewing twice, Lord St. John nodded and said in approval: "Your name is Schmidt, right? This meat is roasted really well. Even in the Holy City, I rarely have such delicious barbecue." You can eat it. You are such a good cook, why did you come out to be a dangerous intelligence agent? Wouldn’t it be great to be a cook for those big nobles.”

Only halfway through the sentence, Lord St. John seemed to remember something, and patted his forehead: "Oh, you almost forgot the memory you saw, you don't have nobles in Germany anymore, hahaha."

After swallowing a few more pieces of delicious barbecue, he turned his head and said with a smile: "Schmidt, there is no shortage of a good cook like you. After this incident is over, or you can go directly to the Holy City with me." Bar."

Schmidt cut his flesh for a moment, with a serious expression on his face: "My lord, please don't be joking!"

This was obviously a rejection, but St. John still had a smile on his face: "Hey, don't reject it so quickly. Think about it carefully."

Hearing what he said became more and more shameful, Minister Himmler on the side quickly handed over a glass of water: "My lord cardinal, please drink some water first."

Lord St. John was not afraid of being poisoned by Minister Himmler, a master of poisoning. He took the water glass and drank it.

Gululu drank more than half of the glass before Sir St. John pointed to the large construction site in the distance and asked: "After watching it for a few days, have you noticed anything?"

"This." After thinking for a while, Minister Himmler replied: "I think the matter is very clear. They obviously want to dig out that mountain, move it away, and open a road!"

"Then why do you think they moved mountains to open a road?" St. John asked after eating a few more slices of barbecue.

"Well, I have a guess, it's just a guess." After a pause, Minister Himmler continued: "I think they want to break through the barrier of the central plateau and introduce the seawater of the western Mediterranean into this stream. Valley! Open up the road between the valley and the Sea of ​​Death, and bring the sea water into the Sea of ​​Death! I have calculated that this valley is not far from the Sea of ​​Death, only fifty kilometers away, and they are all plains It is not difficult to open a river. The difficulty is only in the central plateau in the west, this mountain! And now that they have mobilized so many people, and sent martial saint-level experts to bombard the mountain wall at night, it is obvious that they want to move this mountain. Shan, complete such an earth-shattering plan!"

"Well, that's right. Your understanding is the same as what I thought!" Lord St. John smiled and nodded, approving: "These Jews are still very bold and have great ideas."

Then he put down the banana leaf and water glass in his hand, touched his chin, and asked Minister Himmler: "Then tell me, should I stop them?"

"This. This". Hearing this question, Minister Himmler hesitated a little: "You have also seen that there are so many of them now."

"I understand what you mean." St. John waved his hand: "They have assembled at least a dozen martial arts saints now, are you afraid that I won't be able to defeat you?"

"No, no, no, I don't mean that!" Minister Himmler waved his hands repeatedly and retorted hurriedly: "You are extremely powerful, and your sect is also the number one martial arts sect in the world. How can such clowns do anything like that?" Mie, how can you not defeat it?"

"Then let me ask you again, do you think I should stop them?" Lord St. John's smile remained unchanged and he asked again.

After thinking for a while, with cold sweat all over his forehead, Minister Himmler said, "I don't think you, or your teacher, should stop them!"

"Oh? How do you say it?" The smile on St. John's face became wider.

"They mobilized so many forces and mobilized so many people, just for the legendary holy cabinet that fell into the Sea of ​​Death." Minister Himmler explained: "And your sect has also tried every means to search for it in the past. The Holy Ark, but nothing was found, and this time, according to my calculations, the possibility of their success is still very high! Once the vast expanse of seawater in the Mediterranean rushes into the Sea of ​​Death, those terrible water of death will inevitably be diluted, and then Conduct a search and your chances of finding the Holy Ark will be greatly increased!”

After a pause, he continued: "Since the other party wants to get the Holy Ark, and your sect also wants to get the Holy Ark, why bother to stop them? Your sect only needs to mobilize manpower and wait for them to open up the river and introduce the Mediterranean water into the Sea of ​​Death. , and then when you find the Holy Ark, how about snatching the Holy Ark from them soon? With the strength of your sect, isn’t it very easy to deal with such evil demons and heretics? "

"Well said!" The smile on Lord St. John's face became brighter and brighter, and he praised: "Unexpectedly, you, a little intelligence officer, still have a very clear mind."

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it, my lord is flattering you." Minister Himmler hurriedly said a few words modestly, and then said cautiously: "My lord, since we have already figured out their plan, this...we are sent here to check the situation Little intelligence officer, now is the time to return to China to report intelligence, this...we want to say goodbye to you."

"No! Don't leave!" Lord St. John still had a smile on his face, but his tone was unquestionably firm: "I came here in a hurry this time. I didn't bring anyone with me. I just need a few people to order me around. You should stay here." .”

"That information..." Minister Himmler's expression darkened, and his tone was hesitant.

Lord St. John looked at the three of them, then pointed at the old intelligence agent from the former dynasty and said: "In this case, let him go back and report, and you two will stay and serve me! That's the decision!"

There was no way, the situation was stronger than the people, so Minister Himmler had no choice but to murmur with the old intelligence agent for a while, and then watched him leave.

(End of this chapter)