The paladins are very proud. As the strongest combat power in the sanctuary, and as the ‘core’ of the sanctuary, they have proud capital. This pride will not show up when facing your own people, but it will be revealed when facing outsiders.

Looking at the old man whose face was taken for granted, Beta smiled indifferently: "In what capacity do you requisition me? The identity of the royal family or the identity of the Red Magic Tower Presbyterian?"

The old paladin chuckled, "It's just me."

The narcissistic momentum spurted out, and Beta was helpless. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever met."

The old saint warrior grinned: "I lived in my 90s, and I saw too many people. A little guy like you who is so talented must be disciplined. Now, immediately, go out with me and use it Your ability has destroyed me the evil spirits. "

Beta dropped her wine glass and raised an eyebrow: "What if I say no?"

"I don't mind hitting you for a meal until you admit it." The old paladin approached aggressively.

Beta stood up and kicked without hesitation.

The old paladin held his sword in front of him, his eyes full of teasing light.

If Beta's foot is not pulled, she will definitely hit the blade.

But as a top player with extremely rich combat experience, Beta could not have been so easily won.

His leg was retracted halfway through, and then a small fireball flickered immediately.

After the bang, the old paladin emerged from the smoke, although he was not injured, after all, he was protected by a bright shield of his own hair.

However, this small fireball still made his face a bit ugly.

It's straightforward. If this is not provocation and irony, then what is provocation and irony.

Immediately the face did not have the aggressive smile, the old samurai warrior's face was replaced with caution.

"I heard that you defeated Elena." The old paladin looked at Beta, with a very unhappy expression: "I thought you were a coincidence, but I didn't expect it, it was indeed a skill."

This old saint warrior is one level higher than Elena, and the combat experience is much richer. If Elena encountered a small fireball just now, she would be very busy.

"To fight outside, let go."

"Don't fight." The old paladin waved his hand, then sat down in a chair across from Beta, and said with a grim expression, "If you don't help us, I'll just sit here and leave."

Feeling that there is no hope of winning and that force cannot be achieved, it depends on it. Such a thing can only be done by those who do not care about their faces. He was certain that Beta didn't dare to really hurt him. After all, he was a samurai, and something must have happened here, and the top of the sanctuary would definitely go crazy.

If this is the case for the average person, it will definitely make the nose crooked.

But Beta is different. He doesn't care.

"Okay, you can stay as long as you like." Beta smiled and said to Angie next to him: "Go and call Judy, we are going to go out for a trip, just to let a big man help us to look after the house."

"Aren't you afraid I've demolished your home?"

Betahaha laughed: "Remove it, dismantle it, despite the disassembly, as long as I have a little pain, even if I lose."

Angela grinned and turned to look for Judy, and Beta left the main hall.

Seeing this scene, the old paladin's elated face became a little hard to look at.

In the distance, City of Science.

This is the sanctuary of the Temple of the Storm. Although it is not as good as the sanctuary of light and it is not as good as the new Okinawa City built by Beta, it also has a population of more than half a million.

On the top edge of the white-domed high-rise building, Emma in a short dress ... stood on the edge of the roof and stretched out her right hand.

The faint breeze swirled around her fingertips as if transparent.

The wind brought the scent of grass in the distance, the song of birds in the distance, and the familiar thoughts of the distance.

The new pope has been elected. A fairly powerful middle-aged person, although a little radical in character, is a small flaw, but he still has the ability.

It may not be fully qualified for the position of Pope, but there is no more capable man in the teaching.

And now the offense of worship by fire is also much weaker. A week ago, Emma came down from the air with three hundred high-level storm priests and directly attacked the forward marshal's department of worship by fire and achieved a good record.

The arrogance of worshiping the fire has also been contained.

"I really want to see him."

Emma exhaled softly, her delicate face with a three-point softness.

Even if a woman is now strong, and a woman who is capable, once in love, and her lover is not around for a long time, they will suffer.

"I don't know if my mother succeeded?"

As a woman, Emma naturally felt her mother's affection for Beta.

She didn't find it strange, after all, Beta was like a brave, saving her mother in the fire and water.

As long as it is a woman, it is difficult to resist such a plot like a fairy tale.

She didn't say anything on the surface, but she always felt weird in her heart, mother and daughter, etc. It wasn't very nice.

She couldn't help but sigh again.

"Sir, the Pope wants you to meet him in Parliament." A female pastor appeared on the top staircase.

"Got it."

Floating directly from the roof to the ground, Emma walked to the Pope's Hall.

Two strong guards helped her open the thick white stone gate, and she walked in to see the Pope discussing with several bishops.

"Sir, I'm sorry to invite you over." The Pope saw Emma, ​​interrupted her conversation with several bishops, and walked directly to Emma. "I have something to discuss with you."

Emma nodded slightly: "Please say ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ According to the news we have received, there seems to be a sect and their followers in the northern Snow Country behind the worship of the fire religion, which has developed rapidly. The pope's face with a Chinese character looks very sincere and looks quite dignified: "I heard that it is a wealth god. I heard that you and the pope of the wealth **** know each other and have a good relationship. Is it true?"

"indeed."

Emma knew there was no need to deny it. When she was seriously injured, she was recuperating in Okinawa City. Many people knew about it. Even if she didn't know it, if she investigated it a little, she would know that lying was meaningless.

The pope and a few bishops breathed an eyebrows, then he said: "Our storm **** is now in crisis, so we must find reliable allies, and we must have a consistent stake in us. Wealth **** it suits well."

Looking into Emma's eyes, the Pope continued: "So, as a diplomatic envoy, trouble the maiden, how about aligning with the theology of wealth?"

At that, Emma laughed.