Chapter 225 Divergence

   "Bishop?"

   Morin stopped and stared at Kingsley.

   "Molin, this is different from the agreement." Margaret also stopped, and said with a displeased face:

   "A believer who can become a bishop must at least have the strength of a second-tier wizard. How can we people handle it?"

  Kingsley turned his head and glanced at Margaret, with a grin on the corner of his mouth:

   "Don't worry, how could I make fun of my own life?"

  He changed the subject and explained:

   "I said 'bishop' just to show his identity. In fact, the target is a priest. And according to my observation, the strength is only at the first level, at most it is the first level!"

  When Kingsley said this, even Morin felt a little speechless, and said angrily:

   "Since it's not a bishop, why bother saying it's a bishop, just to make everyone nervous?"

  The smile on Kingsley's face remained unchanged, and he looked around again.

  Molin was impatient, Margaret looked unhappy, and Colin and others following behind were looking at this side intently.

  The smile on Kingsley's face became even wider, his eyes became slits. He leaned down, approached the two of Morin, and explained in a low voice:

   "When I said he was a bishop, I actually meant that his worth of contribution points was at least equivalent to that of a bishop-level believer!"

"Um?"

   "Why do you say that?"

  Merlin and Margaret felt their hearts moved, and they immediately became interested.

   You must know that even if you kill hundreds of priests, you may not get as much contribution points as a bishop!

  Colin and the others not far away showed doubts. Kingsley seemed to have used some special technique. They could only see the two of them talking, but they couldn't hear the slightest sound.

  Molin obviously didn't know this. He glanced at Colin and the others not far away, and subconsciously wanted to perform the silent witchcraft again.

   "Hey, Lord Morin..."

  Kingsley raised his hand to interrupt Morin's actions, he smiled and said in a low voice:

   "They can't hear."

   "However, Your Excellency Morin, on our Gupil Island, the fishermen are fishing in the offshore, no matter how much they catch every time, they will always distribute some to the sea hounds, so as to increase the enthusiasm of the sea hounds to fish...

  Those lowly fishermen still understand this truth, Your Excellency Morin, such a dangerous battlefield today cannot be compared with the calm coastal waters. If you want to successfully obtain the bishop's contribution points later on, your helpers will be indispensable. "

   Morin frowned...Kingsley had a good plan.

  His words seem to be fine, but in fact they are just for the benefit of others, and Kingsley himself has no loss at all!

   Increase motivation? Contribution points?

  Who will divide? It's not just about the interests of him and Margaret!

  As for Kingsley, he is a wizard in the sea area, and he doesn't need a divine emblem, so naturally he has nothing to lose!

   "You think it's beautiful." Margaret said coldly.

  Under Kingsley's control, Colin and others who were far away may not have heard the conversation between the two, but she who was standing next to her could hear it clearly.

   Does Kingsley really think they are fools? !

   "Your Excellency, don't worry, take a look at what this is?"

  Kingsley adjusted the angle, turned his back to Colin and others, flipped his left hand, and took out nearly ten dark red badges from the storage ring.

   "Shen Emblem..." Molin raised his head, seemed to understand something, and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency Kingsley, what do you mean?"

  Kingsley smiled at him without explanation.

   Just turned to look at Colin and others and said loudly:

   "Although the bishop I am talking about is not a real bishop, he is worth at least ten priests!"

  ‘Ten priests…not a hundred priests? ’ Morin was taken aback.

  Kingsley continued.

"I discussed it with Your Excellency Molin. Everyone who participated in the battle will be able to share their own spoils... But there is only one priest's emblem after all, so it will be replaced with the other priest's emblems at that time. Give it to everyone."

   Speaking of this, Kingsley opened his palm in time, revealing nearly ten divine emblems on his palm.

  Although they are both priests, and the **** emblems are also the same badges that represent the identity of priests, but the aura of the gods on each badge is different... This is why the **** emblem can be used to judge the identity of believers.

  At this time, Morin and Margaret also understood what Kingsley meant.

  They didn't need to give Colin and others any **** emblems, but Kingsley came out.

   "It's getting late, let me briefly talk about the specialness of that priest."

  Kingsley put away the divine emblem, looked at the two of Morin and said.

   Morin and Margaret were silent for a moment, Morin nodded first, and Margaret followed suit after a while.

Although in their view, giving the **** emblems to Colin and others is just a waste, it is better to give them these **** emblems... But no matter what, these **** emblems do not belong to them after all, Kingsley wants to do this, they Naturally, there is nothing to say.

  Kingsley was also relieved when he saw Morin and the two nodding in agreement.

  Actually, this was also his whim, these divine emblems were just collected by chance.

   Didn't even intend to give it to Morin and the others.

   After all, strictly speaking, they did this to take advantage of the loopholes of the Supreme Council to formulate the rules, and they should not be too ostentatious.

  However, using these divine emblems now ensures the fighting enthusiasm of the wizards brought by the two of Morin. For him, that is naturally the best.

   After all, the priest... is not simple.

  Kingsley restrained his thoughts, and continued to walk forward while clearing his throat, preparing to introduce the priest who was hiding.

   "The priest is in the building about two hundred meters ahead.

  Although he is only a priest, I have personally seen him talking with many bishops with the strength of second-tier wizards on an equal footing, even faintly higher..."

   "Lord Margaret."

   But at this moment, a shout suddenly came from behind.

  Kingsley looked back, and among the wizards who followed Morin, the oldest wizard stayed at the back, looking tired and hesitant.

  What he just said is exactly what he said.

  Margaret turned around slowly, her two slender eyebrows furrowed together.

  She didn't speak, but just stared coldly at Meier, who was somewhat hunched.

   "You are...Meyer, right? What's wrong?"

   Morin also turned around. He first looked at Meier, frowned first, then stretched it out, squeezed out a smile and asked.

   "Your Excellency Morin, Your Excellency Margaret." Meyer smiled at them, wiped the inexplicable sweat from his forehead, and said:

   "I'm old and frail, and my strength is weak. If I go together, I'm afraid it will drag down the adults, so..."

  Meyer didn't finish what he said, but the meaning has been expressed very clearly, that is, he intends to quit.

  (end of this chapter)