Robb smiled and cursed at Elsie: "Don't report this kind of mess to me, just discuss it with No. 32, I'm too lazy to take care of it."

Elsie hurriedly put the matter aside, and then whispered: "The next thing is another matter. At the same time that the Dark Vatican launched a sneak attack last night, there were also a few dark Vatican spies operating in the city. They I contacted the patriarch of the cat, the five priests in the dark church, and two nuns, and even contacted some fanatics in the city, wanting to instigate them to rebel together."

"Oh?" Robb suddenly became interested: "What happened?"

Elsie beckoned. Several soldiers walked over with a group of dejected men in black robes. Elsie pointed at the group and said, "As a result, they were arrested by people who wanted to instigate rebellion and sent to me. "

Robb laughed dumbly, turned his head to look at the spies, shook his head and sighed: "Where are you guys who can't figure out, who actually came to instigate me in Westwind City?"

The spies didn't speak, but their faces were as gray as death. They would never have thought of it. The most stalwart supporter of the Dark Vatican, the Cat Clan, would not betray the Westwind City without listening to the Vatican's words. It's all about being disobedient, and even twisting them to Elsie. What is going wrong?

Robb sighed: "You probably don't know, whoever wants to fight for people who live a rich and happy life? Who wants to destroy the hard-won happiness? Your conspiracies, in the final analysis, can only make Those who are dissatisfied with their lives just follow suit. In my Westwind City, you don't have the soil for survival."

Speaking of this, Robb turned to the large group of followers of the dark church who had just swarmed outside the church yard.

These believers are waiting anxiously for Robb’s "disposal" of them. Robb waved to them and smiled: "You didn’t participate in what happened last night, did you? He even helped arrest them. spy."

The believers hurriedly said: "Yes!"

"Then what's so uneasy for you?" Robb smiled: "Westwind City emphasizes freedom of belief. You believe in the God of Darkness. It doesn't mean that you are bad guys. What bad things the Holy See of Darkness has done cannot be counted as the God of Darkness. In the head, it cannot be counted on you. You are not guilty, and I also allow you to continue to be believers of the God of Darkness in the future. Don't worry, no one can force your spirit and thoughts to change."

Believers in the Dark Vatican breathed a sigh of relief and saluted Robb respectfully.

However, before they had time to straighten up again, they heard Robb say in a very serious voice: "However, from now on, this city will list the Dark Vatican as the'unpopular Vatican'."

Believers: "..."

Being unwelcome by Westwind City, that's okay. I am afraid that there will be a series of chaotic restrictions. How will life be in the future? They were about to say something when they heard Robb say: "Unless...the Dark Church makes some changes."

There was a sly smile on his face like a fox: "Think about it for yourself, do you want to form a new dark church, just like the new light church."

The believers of the Dark Vatican seemed to understand something. They looked at the church of the New Bright Vatican as if they had found their way.

Robb didn’t bother to continue talking to them, and asked the believers to do what they should do. He turned to look at the familiar faces in the courtyard: “Okay, this matter will basically end. Now, why should everyone go."

A few days later, the queen's army returned to the road of light.

Robert Smith has been lying in the logistics unit's car, slept one after another, and after a few days of "rest", he followed him to the Bright Road.

The 48th who stayed behind in the road of light have completed the cleaning of the road of light. The spies of the dark church have been cleared out. The guards of the city gates have been replaced by recruits, and the new captain of the city guard is the one who rebelled in the dark church. In the night, the first city guard sentry to be brought down, now wearing a high-profile armor, looks like a thief pulling the wind.

The dark chapel was empty. All the pastors and nuns evacuated to the Lost City. They dared not stay here. Some fanatics knew that the situation was gone, and moved to the Lost City. As for the ordinary Believers are not under pressure. They were still members of the Bright Church four years ago. They were forced to convert to the Dark Church in the past four years. They were not very religious at first. Now that the Dark Church has run away, they have no plans to believe again. The Holy See is bright, just...just don't believe anyone, anyway, it doesn't make any difference who believes!

After supper, the setting sun will still be in the sky.

Robb and Madeleine walked into the palace together. On the palace gate, you can see a big pit knocked out by a log, accusing the dark church of the rebellion that night.

Madeleine glanced at the big pit and whispered, "Thanks to your teacher."

Robb smiled and said, "Little things, little things, my teacher didn't take much effort."

Madeleine was not interested in repeating things about other men. Her attention was more on Robert Smith. After he laughed twice, she whispered: "I will see Elizabeth, what are you? Don’t say, just stand in a daze. If you speak to her and ask her for credit, she will definitely be disgusted. I don't believe it anymore."

Robb couldn't laugh or cry: "I said I don't need this. I really don't care about being a Duke."

"You don't care that I care." Madeleine said: "You have made such a great contribution, and there is no reward for merit. It is impossible. If you don't give you the Duke this time, I will make public the story of her bedwetting when she was a child."

Robb: "..."

This is a bit unreasonable!

Robb wiped a cold sweat, and thought: Miss Queen, this is really not me, blame you for making a horrible girlfriend.

The two walked into the chamber and immediately saw the queen. She was buried on the desk, writing and drawing quickly with the pen in her hand, reviewing a bunch of reports. Interestingly, none of these reports was sheepskin. Written on paper, they are all written on the "hard paper" newly developed by Westwind City, which is low-cost and large in quantity.

Due to the improvement of paper, the number of official documents has increased at once. After all, there is no need to save it as before. The reports of the ministers are also getting more and more stinky and long. I never wrote nonsense on parchment. His subordinates are now eloquently writing a few thousand words, which makes Miss Queen have a headache.

Seeing Madeleine and Robert Smith walking in, Miss Queen did not even lift her head, and threw out a letter of appointment: "Madeleine, take your little boyfriend to be an earl. Don’t bother me. Office."