The Summoner

"It seems that we have lost a friend." Stoke looked at the young pastor who walked quickly out of the main entrance, but his tone did not fluctuate at all. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged pastor: "What do you think of the church?"

"I don't know." The middle-aged pastor shook his head slowly, but sighed slightly: "But I know that if the church knows this, it is absolutely impossible for him to come here." He couldn't help being bitter. Laughter: "This is a bit embarrassing, but I can still guarantee on behalf of the church that this is his personal behavior."

"Personal behavior?" Elvis raised his head and looked at him with a playful tone: "But he joined the shadowy prince's camp, right in front of us, which is really embarrassing and imaginative."

"I can't explain it." The middle-aged pastor still shook his head: "But it's me who can make the decision."

"Is that true?" Stoke slowly smoked his pipe.

"Yes." The middle-aged pastor nodded.

The scene was silent.

No one spoke for a while.

Only Stoke's pit whispered his pipe.

A moment later, a servant walked outside the door and whispered a report in his ear: "He left the mansion, there was indeed a carriage waiting outside, indeed it was a carriage from the Prince's mansion." The middle-aged pastor lowered his voice a lot: "It doesn't seem to be a temporary intent, but it seems to have been premeditated."

"What? It's louder, I didn't hear it." But Stoke still smoked his pipe and glanced at his old servant who had followed him for a long time. The tone seemed to be doubtful: "What did you say was premeditated?"

"There was a waiting carriage just outside the door." The old servant raised the volume expressionlessly: "I went directly to the Prince's mansion, and it was all ready. It seemed to be premeditated."

"Has been premeditated?" Elvis said in a low voice: "What does this mean?"

"Ready with both hands?" Stowe chuckled softly: "Good plan."

"Wait!" But the middle-aged priest still sitting in the chair narrowed his eyes slightly: "You mean, there was a carriage at the Prince's mansion waiting outside?" He slowly raised his head: "This is unexpected. "

"Why do you say that?" Stoke drew his pipe, his voice low: "Isn't this all what you expected?" His back leaned back in his chair, and the tone was more dull: "I thought both of us were Allies who can get close together, but you do something that caught us off guard."

"Even me, and the church behind me, couldn't think of it." The middle-aged pastor shook his head with a wry smile: "He has betrayed the church that cultivated him, which surprised me."

"What will happen to the consequences?" Elvis said lightly. "Maybe it will lead to a bad situation?"

"Perhaps to increase the strength of the prince?" Stowe also said with a chuckle: "It is possible."

"Not so many possibilities." The middle-aged priest shook his head, rubbing his eyebrows wearily: "Since he has made a choice, let him go, it doesn't matter." He looked up slowly, and he looked at the pipe smoking Stoke couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Middle-level priests like me, even if they surrender to the prince, what role can they play?"

"But it represents the thoughts of a part of the priests in the church." Stoke said, smoking a pipe, but said sharply: "On behalf of some priests, he already intends to turn to His Royal Highness!"

"Is the order and the interior of the Church of the Noble God divided?" Elvis' words were more outspoken.

"I can't explain."

The middle-aged pastor looked even more bitter: "There is no way to explain."

He looked at Stoke and Elvis in front of him, and finally focused his attention on Stoke and Adrien: "But with the presence of Lord Adrien, we can't really ignore it selectively, can we? ?"

"So what?" Stoke smoked his pipe. "Things have happened."

"Huh--" The middle-aged pastor sighed: "It's a real problem."

"It's a problem for you." Stoke's pipe took his lips, and his eyes were like eagle eyes: "But for us, it's like the last straw!" His tone was solemn: "If you let the nobility The other nobles of the Alliance know that the church is not choosing to support us, so you should understand in the end."

"Yes, I understand." The middle-aged pastor bowed his head: "So I was a little caught off guard by my companion's actions, because I knew he was bitter and mean on weekdays, but I never expected this to happen."

"How to deal with it afterwards?" Stowe asked.

"No way." The middle-aged pastor shrugged. "I don't believe he will go back to church."

"Then there is no way to deal with it?" Stowe looked at him with a bit of emotion: "One has two, then the pastors in your church may have a large number of standing teams."

"I don't know these." The middle-aged pastor did not give any words at all, but persuaded more slightly: "I can't make a decision for these. If you want, I want to go back to the church to consult the bishop. Maybe Part of the compensation will come, I hope you believe that the church will always support the noble alliance."

"Forever?" Adrien just looked coldly at the back, but for this word, he couldn't help but chuckled, but said nothing, but just shook his head: "That's good."

"So now it doesn't make much sense for me to stay here." The middle-aged priest smiled and stood up, but his hand still picked up his mage's secret box: "I still took the gift."

"It's okay to hold, at least we can rest assured, right?" Elvis chuckled: "We still have a lot of emotions for the church, just like the current noble alliances give the church a lot of preferential treatment, if the policy of His Royal Highness Implementation, the rights of the nobles that have been collected may affect the church."

"I think the Bishop Master understands these very well." The middle-aged pastor did not respond to these words, and walked out with the heavy secret box.

"I'll send it." Stoke also stood up, smoking a pipe: "If I don't send it, maybe it will appear the next day, and there are rumors of conflicts between the church and our noble alliance."

"I will follow." At this time, Adrien also stood up, looking at the surprised eyes of everyone. He couldn't help but chuckled: "There seems to be some unevenness outside the door." He pointed his finger at the front door Location: "Assassins or thieves? In short, I want to conspiracy. I will keep up with it, and I can guarantee safety if I say it."

"That's troublesome." Stoke was also very polite, nodded, and smoked his pipe to the middle-aged priest. The tone was also very emotional: "To the present level, have you finally started?"

PS: My son had a cold and cough after he burned. The latest update is unfavorable, I am very sorry. Change the day to four or more days to make up for a few days.