Hail the King

"It seems that His Majesty has already made a decision." Batistuta took another sip of tea from Chambord City and asked Fei with a smile.

"Well, I did think about some things clearly, and roughly made some decisions." The smile on Fei's face disappeared, and he nodded solemnly.

The inexplicable conflict with Barton, Bowyer and others just now reminded His Majesty the king, and made Fei realize some things that he hadn't figured out before, and he always felt that this matter was not only It seemed so simple on the surface, but Fei vaguely felt that there was already an invisible hand waiting for him to weave a net on the Holy See.

This may be a kind of intuition of savages.

So Fei now has to change his mind and seriously consider Batistuta's invitation. This is an opportunity and an adventure.

No matter how he chooses, Fei's bet is very high.

"Then His Majesty's decision is..." Batistuta tilted the teacup in his hand and poured out the tea without noticing it. With expectant eyes, he waited for Fei's answer.

On one side, the young priest Garcia and the divine knight Alan also pricked up their ears to listen.

"My choice is..." Just as Fei was about to say something, he suddenly thought of two people, and changed his words: "My choice is, don't make a choice for the time being, and I will give the answer to Deacon Right after half a month. .”

Before making a final conclusion on this matter, you should discuss it with the Undead Magister and the Undead Bone Dragon, or at least make an appointment in advance. Although the Black Temple has been in decline for a hundred years, it is after all the power of the Holy See. As the mortal enemies of the Undead Temple, the grievances and resentments between the two parties are hard to describe in words. As a partner, Fei suddenly felt that he should take care of and respect the relationship between the two Undead Magisters.

Therefore, until the undead magister comes out of the small world in the thirty-sixth level of difficulty area of ​​the Palace of Gods and Demons, Fei will not make a promise for the time being.

"This..." Batistuta showed an undisguised deep disappointment on his face, but he couldn't force Fei to change his mind, he knew there was no rush for such a thing.

The young priests Garcia and Alan also suffocated slightly at the same time. They thought that at this level, King Chambord would agree. Sun Fei was a little bit dissatisfied with repeated excuses like this, and felt grudges.

"Because this king suddenly remembered that there is another very important matter, which must be confirmed after half a month, so it will take a while." Fei felt that the mighty old man Batistuta showed sincerity,

So patiently explained, and assured: "Master You Deacon, please rest assured, this king will not do the kind of things that are up for grabs, and I don't bother to go to other branches of the Holy See to sell myself like a bar girl. As long as I make a decision to join the Holy See, it will only be a temple in black."

After receiving Fei's promise, Batistuta was surprised, but also had a trace of embarrassment on his old face.

Indeed, for a moment just now, he was indeed guessing whether King Chambord would be up for grabs, to negotiate terms with other Holy See factions, and then choose the one with the most favorable conditions, and set the price on the ground.

Now that the conversation has reached this level, the next four people just chatted for a while, and the three of Batistuta got up and said goodbye with great interest.

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On the way to the Holy See Church in Shuangqi City.

"My lord, I am suddenly very confused. I hope your wise answer can dispel the fog in my heart." The young god teacher Garcia finally couldn't help but speak.

"Come on, Garcia, I think I've already guessed what you're going to say." Batistuta's mighty face, which was as hard as molten steel, showed a kind and kind smile. This young priest has always admired him very much.

"King Chambord's strength is indeed very strong, and his potential is amazing. Maybe in the future, he will become a powerful warrior, but through observation these days, I found that he seems not suitable to be an outstanding leader. Please forgive me I'm being presumptuous, I don't mean to slander my savior, but I always feel that in King Chambord, I can't see the temperament of being a spokesman for God in bursts, he seems to be a qualified ordinary god teacher No, like what you did to Bowyer just now, I think... I think that's just plain blackmail."

Garcia expressed the doubts in his heart.

"You are right, my child, in King Chambord, he does not have the temperament that the [Son of God] and the Pope recorded in the holy books of the Holy See need to possess. In other words, he is simply like a slave The villains who come out of the market and slaughterhouse are some greedy, some cunning, some are cruel, cruel, unreasonable, and even a little bloodthirsty... But now, we have no choice, if we miss King Chambord , I don’t know if there will be people with [Son of God] physique willing to join the Black Temple.”

When he said this, Batistuta had a look of helplessness and despair on his face.

This kind of expression was something that a young man like Garcia, who had not experienced the brutal strife and struggle of factions within the Holy See, could neither understand nor understand.

"Actually..." Alan, the divine knight who had never spoken all this time, suddenly hesitated and said, "Actually, maybe King Chambord is the best choice for the current black temple. A person with the Son of God physique can bring this temple back to its former glory, perhaps this person is King Chambord Alexander."

"Oh, you mean..." Batistuta's eyes lit up, and he thought of something, and suddenly he felt a sense of enlightenment. He felt that he seemed to have grasped some key point.

To break out of the shackles, you have to make changes.

And what needs to be changed, first of all, should be the Black Temple itself.

A leader who does not follow the usual path may bring an unexpected surprise to the entire groggy black temple.

Batistuta suddenly felt that both he and Garcia seemed to have underestimated Alan, the divine knight who volunteered to surrender. The strength of the eight-star peak is not particularly outstanding, but the value of this person, It doesn't seem to be in terms of martial arts.

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Twin Flags City, Holy See Church.

"Why did this happen? You didn't tell me that King Chambord Alexander is [Son of God]. Are you deliberately sending me to die?"

The gods on the four walls are filled with white candles, and in the secret room filled with the unique wax fragrance and dense air after the candles burn, Mushou Bowyer finally suppressed his anger, and used a low voice that was almost roaring. Hou questioned the man in black sitting quietly in front of him.

If it hadn't been for the fact that this mysterious black-clothed god who didn't know the level was carrying the token of the big man in the Holy See that he couldn't offend, I'm afraid that the furious Bowyer would have vented his anger on the person in front of him who instigated him to trouble King Chambord The mysterious guy, stripped naked and pulled out to feed the dogs.

"According to what you said, it turned out that the Temple in Black was in contact with King Chambord? Could it be that King Chambord was the [Son of God] secretly cultivated by the Temple in Black?" In the divine robe, under the flickering candlelight, one could only see the position of the mysterious man's long-backed hat covering the rest of his chin. The mysterious man didn't care about Lord Mu Shou's fury, and asked calmly.

In this calm, there is an unquestionable condescending power and indifference.

It also made Bowyer, who was in a rage, wake up instantly.

The mysterious person in front of him was also a character he couldn't afford to mess with.

"This...it should be. I saw that Batistuta, one of the giants in the temple in black, respects King Chambord very much, and has a very close relationship with him." Bowyer quickly cleared up his anger, and changed back to The Shar Pei dog who wags his tail is cute.

This is his strength, he can quickly change his mood and posture.

When it's time to pretend to be a grandson, he will never be vague.

"In this way, he is really not a counterfeit...Could it be...Could it be that I guessed wrong?" The mysterious man muttered to himself, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem that troubled him. After thinking for a while, he shook his head slightly. , asked: "His fiancée named Angela, have you seen it?"

"King Chambord's fiancée?" Mushou Bowyer showed a strange look on his face, thinking that the envoy of this mysterious big man had taken a fancy to the fiancee of King Chambord, but he didn't dare to say it out, respectfully said: " When I went, none of King Chambord's relatives were in the barracks, so I didn't see them."

"Well, send some people who are a little bit more alert to pay attention to this woman's movements." The man in black thought for a while and said lightly.

"OK."

Bowyer agreed and went out, just took a few steps, thought for a while, then suddenly turned back and said: "There is one more thing, I have to report to you, after I went to the Chambord barracks today, Deputy Shepherd Barton said He saw that King Chambord's people were actually feeding three high-level monsters that were probably legendary dragons..."

"A magical beast that resembles a giant dragon?" The mysterious man said with a hint of surprise in his tone, "This is really... all kinds of strange things will happen to this guy. You should go back and investigate this matter, and you'd better find out. The ins and outs of the matter, don't make your own claims."

"Yes, my lord, by the way, King Chambord killed the deputy shepherd Barton today, you see... how should I report to the Pope of the Empire?" Speaking of this matter, Bowyer's face could not help A look of embarrassment emerged.

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