Seeing Babos being slapped into the carriage by Li Yannan, Li Tanggui's brothers were almost escorted into the carriage. Even with the Holy Majesty's character, his face couldn't help but sink.

Zhao Dongting, who was standing in front of her, heard her soft hum.

He didn't say anything at all.

Feeling unhappy as the holy and noble saint, Zhao Dongting felt a sense of joy in his heart, and he didn't know what kind of mentality this was.

Afterwards, each got on the bus.

Zhao Dongting and his girls were full of two carriages.

The carriage was not enough, so Dasongcheng himself took out a few more carriages before he sat down.

Then he set out for the Holy See.

The Holy See is headquartered in the territory of the Kingdom of Italy in the inland of the West, but it is also a separate city-state called Fan Gang.

The Holy See is a religious belief in the entire West. You can imagine how noble Fan Gang's status in the entire West is.

On the first day, everyone spent it in an ordinary way.

Most of the time I spent rushing to the road. When I passed by the town to rest, everyone also had their own meals.

Of course, you must observe and look at each other.

But it is also difficult to see anything.

Zhao Dongting knew that the ascetic monks around the Saint were definitely masters. And the Saints obviously understood that the people who Zhao Dongting was carrying were not ordinary people.

I understand even more that Zhao Dongting is the absolute core of this group of people.

Lin Chong's status is not very high.

In addition, Zhao Dongting is surrounded by many beauties, and I don’t know what speculation they have made about Zhao Dongting’s identity.

But Zhao Dongting doesn't care.

Even if the Saint and others inferred his identity, he was not afraid. With the extreme level of cultivation, coupled with the extreme level of Kong Qiangu and many Zhenwu masters, he had absolute confidence.

The next day.

Come out from the inn.

Zhao Dongting was about to get on the carriage when suddenly a monk came to him and told him that His Highness the Saint asked him to ride with him.

Zhao Dongting was a little surprised and was a little stunned. Then he spoke to the girls and took Wang Wu to the saint's frame.

His Highness the Saint was already sitting in the car covered in a veil.

There is a smell of incense in the car, and a faint fragrance. I don’t know if it’s the smell of a saint.

Apart from the saint, there was only a monk sitting in the car, and there was also an interpreter whom she brought with her.

It's tiring to speak like this, but there is nothing we can do about it.

Zhao Dongting sat down, and the saint said softly to the outside: "Get ready to go!"

The convoy quickly moved slowly.

Zhao Dongting asked with a smile: "I don't know what the saint is asking for me?"

He had no objection to the saint himself. He even thought that the saint was actually good.

First of all, she doesn't have a domineering aura. Besides, she actually looks easy to talk to, and occasionally she feels like a child.

People who have never experienced setbacks may be like this.

The saint looked straight at Zhao Dongting and said, "Why did you agree to go to Fangang City with us?"

Zhao Dongting replied: "Because I want to travel to Nolan."

The saint said again: "But aren't you afraid that you won't be able to come out after you go in? Do you think the Holy See will make such concessions just because of my father? Even if my father is rude first, they will apologize to you, right? If you force the province of Nolan, what do you think His Majesty the Pope will think?"

Zhao Dongting smiled, but his eyes were Gu Jing Wubo, "What does he think, I don't care. I only know that I want Nolan Province."

"you!"

The saint was so angry that her breasts were undulating, "Have you always been so arrogant?"

Zhao Dongting said, "I call this self-confidence. Just as you ask me why I was invited to Fangang City, because I have enough self-confidence, no one can keep me."

The saint suddenly stopped talking and stared at Zhao Dongting for a long time.

Then, she suddenly said, "Can you know why you came to the West?"

Zhao Dongting said: "Why does Your Highness think I am here?"

The Saint seemed to think for a while, "Is it just for the province of Nolan?"

Even she herself found it unlikely.

This is also her most puzzled question. She really couldn't tell what Zhao Dongting came to the West to do.

Zhao Dongting heard some information from the Saint's words and said, "It seems that the Saint already knows my identity?"

The saint nodded slightly after hearing this and said, "Except for you, who can still bring so many masters and so many goddess-like women."

Only Wang Wu could hear the clouds and mountains and mist.

He still doesn't know Zhao Dongting's true identity, but he also figured it out that Zhao Dongting's status must be much higher than he thought.

This is absolutely good for him.

He could be more sure that he had good luck. As long as the trip to the West goes well, it will be a turning point in his life.

At least, the position of translator in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs should be unsuccessful.

The saint thought that he would tell the identity of the person in front of him and he would tell the real reason. However, Zhao Dongting said, "You are very smart, but unfortunately, I can't tell you."

The Saint had no real power in the Holy See, so he really didn't think it would be of any significance to tell this Saint about Timur.

But this almost made His Highness faint from anger.

How could this person be so shameless?

How could he be the emperor of Song State?
Chapter completed!