So they looked at each other in shock: Roland Gale seemed to be an old man with a bigger punch than their parents. Who knew that the old man's left hook turned out to be Tyson level.

Several representatives looked at each other at a loss, while Roland Gale pointed at one of the black-haired men wearing high-end military uniforms easily: "I beat your leader, and now you can beat him back."

No one expected that this old man would be so hyper-expanded, and I think the author didn't expect it either, so everyone at the scene was a little slow to react, especially the government representatives. A few seconds after Roland Gale's words fell, the person who was being accused

The black-haired man stood up innocently. He turned to his colleagues for help, but what he got was a pile of heads: everyone was trying to bury their faces in their crotches.

After seeing this, I no longer have any expectations for this so-called coalition government.

They were indeed carefully selected by the Holy Pope. The most cowardly group and the most obedient group of people in the entire Mobrado civilization formed this group. Their only task was to sign their attendance sheets and then follow the Pope's instructions.

The request appears on the TV channel every Sunday and leads all the people to sing hymns. Apart from high pitch and lung capacity, these guys have no talent at all, and they all have developed the habit of never resisting, which is better than any other kind.

Brainwashing must be thorough.

This is what Roland Gale wants to say.

He forcefully patted the innocent-looking black-haired man on the shoulder, and said in a very calm tone, stating the facts: "You don't deserve the stable life you have now, and you don't deserve these clothes either."

"Your Majesty, that's all I have to say."

Roland Gale shrugged and returned to his seat. Looking at him, I could only smile helplessly: This old lion!

It seems that the Mobrado coalition government is no longer able to hold up the wall, and their leader is the worst among them. Maybe the government troops under its name are still useful, but it is obvious that these few people in front of them can continue to serve as leaders.

It's impossible.

"You should be very experienced in how to take over their work in this situation." I nodded to the Holy Pope, "This is a special case. Keep doing your old job and find a way to fool the civilians and the military.

Let’s talk about how to escape.”

The Pope knew that his little calculation had been seen through, and he was not embarrassed at all. He just nodded and sincerely promised: "If this disaster can pass, I will find a way to reorganize them."

I called a few imperial soldiers and asked them to send the dejected government representatives back to the residential area. Then I nodded to the Pope and his entourage: "What else is there now? I think you should not only bring this group of people when you come here today."

This weird thing is going to make me sick."
Chapter completed!