The Summoner

In the separate meeting room, his devout prayers, lips and teeth opened and closed, the well-known prayer words echoed in the room with a heavy and devout rhythm, but his heart was not as stable as his face.

However, as a middle-aged senior pastor who has served in the church for more than 40 years, the disciple most appreciated by the bishop of the temple will naturally not reveal his emotions to the surface. He knows how to use prayer to cover his heart.

This is not a means he realized.

But...

The priests in the temple are the most useful way in the face of situations that cannot be faced!

Footsteps came softly outside the door, at the same time the door was tapped twice, with both hands pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing that he was still praying, and did not speak, but closed the door quietly and found a chair to sit down .

The middle-aged pastor certainly knew who was coming, but he slowly opened his eyes when he finished reading the full prayer.

"Your prayers are still so skilled." The man chuckled: "Very good."

"Pray to my **** to be pious." The middle-aged priest sighed, stood up, pulled out a chair and sat down next to him, watching the twilight old man who was also sitting in front of him. He bowed his head slightly: "Master Bishop."

"You don't have to be so out of sight, there are only two of us here." The bishop waved his hand with a chuckle: "Call me teacher, here, only you and me, can have a good talk, talk about what you think." He put his hand In the hands of the middle-aged pastor, the tone was gentle: "Bowen, come and talk to me, what did you encounter?"

"Does the prince represent the aristocratic class?" The middle-aged pastor's name is Bowen, and his answer is his own query: "Or, does his philosophy still belong to the aristocratic class?"

"Receiving power to the kingdom?" The bishop smiled faintly: "Why aren't they nobles after collecting power?"

"No." Bowen hesitated.

"What's that?" The bishop smiled and asked, "The Prince seems to have made a lot of changes."

"Respect for civilians." Bowen looked at the bishop slowly: "If there are major merits, even civilians can move to the aristocratic class, just like once they have become a high-level professional and automatically obtain knighthood."

"Yeah, didn't there exist such regulations at first?" The bishop smiled, as if everything was not unexpected, but looked at him and asked calmly: "Do you think this regulation is not good?" Touching Bowen's head, he sighed to the middle-aged priest: "Child, nothing can shake my god, you have to understand."

"Is it?" Bowen sighed: "I also came from the civilian class. Thanks to my God's church, I was able to survive in the famine year. This is the source of my unparalleled respect for God."

"Do you have your own ideas?" the bishop asked softly, "like him?"

"Yes." Bowen didn't hide.

"But it can't." The bishop shook his head: "This won't work, you need to know, no."

"Why?" Bowen didn't see it, but asked: "Now it seems that the prince actually represents justice. Those so-called aristocratic alliances are already extremely decaying, and they are the parasites of the kingdom!"

"Justice?" The bishop couldn't help but smile: "Who told you this word?" He sighed and patted Bowen's hand: "Forget this word, except for my God, there is no justice, and there is no so-called decay. Or new justice, everything must be considered by my god, don’t keep those ridiculous words in mind."

"But..." Bowen wanted to say something.

"No, but!" The bishop interrupted him: "Remember, no!"

"I'm confused." Bowen bowed his head: "Teacher, I'm really confused." He looked up at the bishop again: "The new policy that the prince is going to implement also includes the abolition of slavery and the cancellation of serfs equal to the private property of nobles. Let the many peasants who depend on the lord become like the free people."

"But what's the difference?" The bishop smiled and looked at Bowen and asked, "Could the abolition of serfs and the peasants become like freemen, would they stop them from starving?"

"I don't know." Bowen shook his head.

"They will still go hungry. If they are under the protection of the lord, they can still live in thatched huts, eat dark bread, and enjoy the safety provided by the lord." The bishop's tone was calm: "Isn't it bad for them?"

"Okay?" Bowen bowed his head, with a complex face: "But I don't think...they don't live free."

"Huh? Freedom?" The bishop chuckled: "Where did you hear these words?"

"The prince said." Bowen looked at the bishop: "It was not he who proposed it. These similar words, I have heard from businessmen from overseas. It seems that the old continent has already begun this kind of political reform."

"Yeah, the old continent is reforming." The bishop looked at Bowen but asked, "Does that have anything to do with our church?" After waiting for an answer, he patted Bowen's hand gently: "My **** protects the nobles Class, and you would naively think that there will be no nobility, no slaves and serfs after the reform?"

"I... don't know." Bowen bowed his head in a state of dismay: "But I think this reform may be beneficial." He chuckled helplessly: "After all, I used to be a farmer's child."

"You can eat enough." The bishop still smiled and shook his head: "Then, keep piety to my god."

"Is this all right?" Bowen sighed. "Perhaps."

"It's very good." The bishop stood up and walked slightly toward the outside of the meeting room, while telling him: "If you're okay, go home and see more, maybe your child is already in a hurry, if you remember correctly , Today is your son’s birthday? Have a good time. I’ll give you a week’s vacation. You’ve done a good job this time."

"Thank you very much, teacher." Bowen stunned, then nodded in a complicated way: "I will go back and adjust my mind, but I can guarantee that the piety of my **** will not change."

"Very good." The bishop left, leaving only Bowen.

"Alas." It was only when Bowen sighed and was about to leave the meeting room, but a person flashed in beside him.

"Pastor Bowen, are you here?" The man sat down with a chuckle, a soft face, and looked young, about 28 years old, but the priest's purple robe looked similar to Bowen.

"It's you?" Bowen looked up at the man, and asked blankly: "What's wrong?"

"I heard that your companion has left the church?" The man asked, looking down with interest, "Betrayal?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Bowen hummed: "He believes in my **** as you do!" But his tone was a little bit still, but he still gritted his teeth: "Just think the prince's idea is good to see new ideas."

"New ideas?" The man seemed to be thinking thoughtfully: "It turns out this way."

"What else?" Bowen sneered.

"It's gone!" The man laughed and left.

"Who really has thoughts?" Bowen couldn't help but clenched his fists: "New ideas?" But what the bishop said in his mind flashed, and finally narrowed his eyes and sighed, "It doesn't matter!"

…………

Adrien took Uncle Stowe's carriage back to the security house.

The accompanying guards disbanded, but in the mansion, there were already more guards at the corners of large and small or the corners of the building, which can be said to be three steps, one whistle, five steps and one post.

Because just 30 minutes before Adrien returned to the security house, a demonstration-style assassination had just ended.

The deceased was the old steward of Stowe.

"hateful!"

Stowe stood in front of the corpse covered in white cloth, his face ugly.

There were several guards standing next to them, as well as other deputy housekeepers.

The atmosphere is very solid.

This is like a provocation to him.

Although it is said that the public security mansion has already been aerialized by his subordinates, in name, he is still one of the three most authoritative nobles in the Silver Bay Kingdom. How could he be so humiliated?

If there is an assassination between the nobility and the nobility, it is equal to the signal of war!

And now...

The relationship between the dark Prince has already reached the level of war.

The current assassination is nothing more than a demonstration against Stowe, or Adrien!

Dare to stop them when they assassinated the mayor of Stoke, then they must be mentally prepared to welcome the assassinations that began against them, and let them live in extreme panic!

"How did you die?" Stowe spoke slowly.

"No... I don't know." The deputy housekeeper swallowed and hesitated: "It seems... poisoned."

"It seems? Don't know?" Stoe glanced at him: "What are you talking about?"

"Sorry!" The deputy housekeeper quickly bowed his head.

"Humph!" Stowe snorted, but the ugliness of his face became heavier and heavier.

"It is indeed poisoned." Adrien came to the corpse covered with white cloth and said calmly: "The toxin of the necrotic system directly acts on the heart and is immediately fatal."

"The poison of the Necromancer?" Stowe gritted his teeth: "Masterpiece of the Necromancer?"

"Maybe." Adrian smiled. "Maybe not."

"So..." Stoo narrowed his eyes and glanced at Adrien, his tone stunned: "Alchemy Master Tower?"

"I don't know." Adrien shrugged, but his face remained calm.

"Huh?" But in Stowe's eyes, it was no different from the answer, but he was stunned, or nodded. "It seems that the rats of the dark church have sneaked in and bought deadly deaths overseas. Spirit poison!"

"Yes." Adrien nodded. "Maybe so."

"Oh!" Stowe clenched his fists: "But I won't give up on everything!"

"We just need to be careful, Uncle Stowe." Adrian said with a chuckle: "They will only use these little means, in fact, if I am with you, there will be no problem."

"Then please." Stowe nodded, with a gloomy eyebrow: "I really didn't expect that if it weren't for your arrival, I wouldn't dare to imagine what the final result would be like!" He gritted his teeth. : "Damn, **** it, **** it!"