"Eastern Kingdom and the Savior Army have officially established diplomatic relations. This is our nation's 1,321st friendly state. At the same time, both sides have formally signed an alliance treaty."
When the official news announcement appeared on the laboratory television, it meant Lu PingAn's overall task had been settled.
Watching Mr. Song appear on screen to sign the agreement, Lu PingAn smiled as well.
It seemed the final outcome was much better than expected. Perhaps it was the effect of the "cultural model," perhaps it was the Forest Goddess Church's influence, or perhaps they had simply been lucky enough that the higher-ups had nothing more important to handle that day. Their personal appearance had put the signing on the news during prime time, bringing far more attention than expected.
As advertising, this was something no amount of money could buy. The fact that it was the leader, rather than the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who signed it also meant this alliance treaty had received recognition at a higher level. In theory, as long as neither the Savior Army nor Mercury 42 went insane, this bilateral treaty, which merely expressed "friendliness," could not be casually revoked.
"With this treaty, I've done enough to fulfill my assignment."
Lu PingAn still carried the trust and commission of those demigods from the Forest Goddess Church.
At this point, with a treaty of this caliber, he could already go back and report completion.
"...Next, I need to meet with the real big shots."
He had already secured a passing grade, but if they truly wanted to save that dangerous world, the most important vote was likely in Lu PingAn's hands.
"The Central Roman Kingdom of Heaven wants to talk with us? They have two legions, plus two rank-eight demigods. Politely decline."
In truth, churches had