13 Mink Street

"Oh, thank you, what a big mosquito!"

Dunk didn't even use Karen to deliver the amplification spell, he condensed one for himself.

Karen flicked his wrist lightly, his palm hurt a little.

The slap did not stop, it was really a slap and flew out. If it was an ordinary person, it should be five or six meters away by now, but the acting chief bishop in front of him just seemed to be slapped .

He is strong.

If the priests want to be divided according to their fighting ability, it is actually difficult to have a clear standard. In the past, Karen used Alfred as a benchmark for the division of judges. Later, this division method was somewhat different because of his grandfather as a judge. distortion……

Now, there is another scoring method. If you can stand still without being slapped by yourself, your strength must not be underestimated.

Dunk reached out and touched his cracked lips, looked down at the blood on his fingertips and continued:

"My wife looked at your photo and said, if I was standing with you when I was young, her attention would be on you, hehe."

Karen said, "Actually, I'm curious, why do you still dare to get so close to me?"

"Mainly at first I was thinking about a possibility, that is, if I approach you and control you, these garrison knights should not make any more moves, right?"

"I don't know if I can beat you, but I think you shouldn't be able to control me."

"Are you very confident?"

"Not long ago, I just killed an assassin, you should know."

"Yes, I know, but how do you know if you don't try?"

"You can try it directly. Maybe these garrison knights will not obey my order to launch an attack, they are just sent here to show off."

"I dare not try this. I don't know what the garrisons in other regions look like, but I know that the garrisons under Bourne's personal control... definitely regard orders as life."

"My lord, everyone is waiting. It doesn't seem good for us to continue chatting like this."

"Aren't you also waiting, waiting for us to bow our heads." Dunk smiled, "You are someone else's pawn, understand?"

"piece?"

"Yes, Bourne is also a pawn, I think, behind the two of you, there must be an old guy who can only sit in a wheelchair and has not many days left.

That old guy's family had an accident, and he was about to die. He was already crazy, but you guys still want to go crazy with him, why bother? "

"You can go on."

"I advise you to stop, there is still room for saving everything."

"My lord, which side am I on..."

"You can choose, really."

"Isn't it a pawn?"

"Forehead……"

"I choose to be a chess piece that will not be wronged. For example, just now, I slapped you, and you have to thank me for helping you kill a mosquito."

"You're playing with fire."

Karen took a sharp step forward, and Dunk quickly took three steps back.

"I am not afraid of the fire burning on me, I even look forward to that moment, I think, it must be very exciting, life in the fire, can get a new interpretation.

Since you want me to lose, then I will let all of you stay with me and lose completely. "

Calm words, what is stated is hysteria.

Karen's eyes began to turn red. This was not an acting skill, but the effect of the weak release of the dark moon eyes. After ordering the dark moon eyes, there is no need to worry about being seen by others. At the same time, the dark moon goddess This breath of extreme revenge just rightly helped Karen fill the last vacancy in his emotions.

When he scanned the surroundings with scarlet eyes, everyone who met his gaze felt the madness in his heart.

At a normal poker table, everyone can gamble with a mentality, but the question is, who dares to go to the poker table with a lunatic?

Although you can analyze the pros and cons with me, you can continue to test the bottom line. Anyway, I will be "crazy" first.

Dunk stared into Karen's eyes. He believed that his eyes could see through most of the disguise, but now, he chose to retreat. However, he did not make a direct decision, because here, the real speaker is not not him.

When he got out of the way, Karen's eyes fell on Harry, the district chief in front of him.

...

"Chief, have you ever doubted his life experience?"

Bishop Bourne, with his hands on the edge of the back of the wheelchair, asked Wolfrun, who was sitting in the wheelchair.

The two of them are now standing on the rooftop, where they can just overlook the Whip of Order headquarters not far away.

Because the two sides are in a stalemate in the square in front of the building, this location has a sense of sight of watching a football game.

"Bourne."

"Um?"

"Look at what happened to Harry now, and look at what happened to his immediate minister."

"I saw it."

"So, if you plan to cooperate with him in the future, or if you can really persuade him to join your faction and become your successor, I don't care, but what I want to remind you is that this kid has a temper.

You can test other people at will, or even hold them in your hands and knead them casually, it doesn't matter.

But don't try to test him unless you intend to kill him.

However, if you plan to kill him, it seems that there is no need to try it. "

"You don't think he could be an orphan either, do you?"

"What's impossible, our former high priest, isn't his mother still a prostitute?"

"It's different, you know very well, it's different, at this age, I can admit talent and character, genius, I haven't seen it before, I have killed countless foreign teachers' geniuses with my own hands.

But he is only seventeen years old, his talent and personality are almost impeccable, and his heart can be polished so calmly, like a smooth mirror.

I don't think an orphan can do this.

It's not that I haven't heard of the former high priest. When he was young, the former high priest was not a good-tempered person. "

Wo Fulun raised his shriveled hand that was only skinny and bony, pointed to the front, and asked with a smile:

"You call this a good temper?"

"It is a state of being able to retract freely, and he is pretending."

"Harry and Dunk also know he's pretending."

"But if he pretends to be successful, orphan, where did this kind of orphan come from? Even if he is really an orphan, he was adopted by a big family. He must have received excellent training."

"Bourne."

"Chief, I know that you are very weak now, but I think you can speak without stopping."

"Sometimes the pause is to show solemnity, such as the following sentence:

Our current high priest is also an orphan. "

"You mean, he..."

"Is there any possibility?"

"I don't think so."

"Hehe." Woflon smiled, "Before the current high priest rose up, he didn't look like him, otherwise the temple would not be able to sit and watch him step by step develop power within the church and come to the round table.

The life experience of the current high priest gradually spread after he sat on the round table.

I even suspect that this is intentional by our high priest.

Because when he sits on the round table with that identity, no matter whether the identity is true or not, the candidate for the next high priest is destined to be him.

I think those great beings in the temple were also in pain at that time.

They knew very well that if he was really the successor of that great lord, once he took the position of high priest, the temple's control over the church would inevitably be weakened.

But they didn't dare not let him sit in that position, because if he is really the son of the lord, if he can't sit in the position of high priest, it will be the biggest joke in the history of the god religion, ha ha ha. "

Bourne bent down, looked at Wofren, and said:

"Chief, I originally thought that you handed over your grandson to Karen because you wanted him to have a good future with him, but I really didn't expect that your heart can be so big?

How can you be a Tuogu? You clearly want to take your family one step further, no, many, many steps. "

"Hey, I'm old and dying. To be honest, I'm holding on for a while. I want to see the end of the matter and then lie down. I can't even sleep peacefully. I can only sleep in a daze. Barely take a nap.

I don’t dare to think about family matters anymore, so when I take a nap, I always have to pick some sweet dreams for myself to do, just dream about what my grandson will look like in the future, what he will look like after he gets married, and what he will look like after he has children...

But all of this is related to Karen, so it's inevitable, think about Karen in a good direction.

If you don't pay attention, you will put him in a very high place, you are greedy, you are greedy.

but,

Byrne,

Do you believe it?

I have a vague premonition that this dream of mine may not really be a dream. "

"Chief, the Cult of Kosmos is not famous for divination."

"This is not divination. Although the assassin launched a sneak attack on me, even if we fight face to face, I don't think I can beat him."

"That's because you are old, and your body and soul are in decline. If you were young, it would be different."

"But this assassin was killed by Karen."

"Maybe Karen didn't kill it. There is a secret involved in it. The level is very high. I can't know it, but I have a feeling that the assassin is dead, but it can only be considered that Karen killed it."

"Do you think I didn't initiate a relationship to investigate? My whole family is almost dead. How could I not care about this matter?"

"And what about your findings?"

"It's about the same as you. It's very helpless that the lives of my whole family can't be exchanged for a real decryption. But have you ever thought about it, even if it can only be recognized as Karen's credit, why the recipient of this credit has to be It's him?

Do you want to say this is a coincidence?

Bourne, you don't believe in coincidences. "

"Let's change the subject, chief. I'm still looking forward to being the next chief. I don't want to be transferred for no reason."

"Actually, I really want to know where the assassin fled to. It's a pity that all traces have been erased."

"You still have the mind to go..."

Bishop Berne stopped talking.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone approached here, not from our church, or even from the church, but he released his breath on his own initiative, which is considered to inform me."

"Oh, that's for the drama."

"You sit here, I'll go and see."

"Go."

...

The figure of Bishop Berne appeared in front of the window of a high-rise building. Inside the window stood a man in a gray robe. His face was completely covered, and even his body shape. It can be said that he concealed himself to the extreme.

However, he seemed very generous, and he had sneaked to such a close distance. If the other party hadn't actively released his breath, Byrne felt that he might not have noticed him.

Bourne said, "Not everyone is qualified to watch this scene."

The man in gray robe replied: "I can kill that dying old man right in front of you, you can't stop me."

"so?"

"So, let me watch the show with peace of mind, without disturbing each other."

"It's not suitable, you can kill him, I will try my best to keep you, and then mobilize people to keep you forever. Unless, you tell me your purpose of watching the show."

"Protect Karen."

"Who are you?"

"Are you sure you want to know, Byrne?"

"Can't you tell me?"

"I dare say, do you dare to listen?"

"And after that, I mean after this incident."

"We should never meet again."

"OK."

Bourne's figure dissipated.

Inside the window, the gray-robed man sighed:

"I'll settle the score with you after I get back. You didn't tell grandma about such a big matter."

The gray-robed man looked down at his palm and said doubtfully:

"Oh, this kid is real, why doesn't he always treat his grandmother as a bowl of wontons?"

...

Bishop Berne's figure returned to Woflon's back.

"Who is it?"

"A playgoer."

"Karen's?" Walforon smiled, "Otherwise you wouldn't allow him to come back by himself."

"Um."

"What level?"

"If he wants to kill you, I alone can't stop him."

"Tsk... are you just using me as an example like this, bad luck!"

"However, I am confident that I can find out his identity. Although the voice is male, but the woman is very old, ordinary people have lived for a long time, and many details are rusty. He is not a believer, but there is a high probability that he is a member of this religion. people."

"family?"

"It's very likely, and her husband's family has a high position."

"I don't know, I thought you had already tortured her."

"I'm in this business."

"Well, professional people are just different, and then?"

"According to what you said, I won't investigate Karen, so just pretend I didn't see it."

"Your tone has changed."

"Because... I'm a little bit convinced."

...

Above the square, the falcon knight continued to hover, and the magic crossbow in his hand kept aiming at the important target below.

Although the undead warhorses under the knights' crotches remained absolutely quiet, their hoofs kept shining, which was a sign that they were always accumulating energy and preparing to charge.

In fact, the scene on the square has already created a precedent, and now we will see whether it will radically slide in the direction of shocking the history of teaching.

And all of this depends on the three people present, among whom Dunk has abstained.

The remaining two people started to look at each other.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

In the corner, Monassi desperately urged her assistant. This was big news, big enough to shock the entire church circle. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen inside the Cult of Kosmos, the largest church.

"Boss, the film is almost out."

"Out of film? You ate cow dung for breakfast!"

"I took a lot during the previous meeting, so there are not many left now..."

"Why are you wasting film so much? Where can I find magic film for you now, and borrow it from those colleagues of the Order of God and the Affiliated God? Look at them, none of them dared to pick up the camera to take pictures, because They knew this couldn't be filmed!"

"It's the boss, you asked me to shoot there and here before, and said that after the filming is finished, you can be reimbursed and get kickbacks..."

"Shut up!"

"Shh, be quiet."

"!!!" Monasi's spine instantly shivered, this was the second time she was frightened today, and it was still a man.

"It's useless for you to take it back, the Gray Scholar dare not publish it." The man reminded her.

"I can sell to the Orthodox Church."

"Oh, smart."

Neo continued to cast his gaze forward, yes, he escaped.

After all, for a person who holds the "key" to a prison cell, escaping from prison is nothing at all. A few nights ago, he was hungry and even went out to eat supper and came back, and gave the guards who dozed off at night Brought back breakfast.

In short, how could he be missing for such a big event, he doesn't need to participate, but he must definitely watch from the sidelines!

only,

Why does Karen feel inexplicably familiar to him now?

...

Karen raised the black token and shouted to District Chief Harry: "This is a case I am in charge of. The investigation is not over yet. I request that these five prisoners be sent back to the detention center."

Harry said, "He gave it to you?"

Obviously, Harry had guessed something.

Bishop Berne's garrison knights were dispatched, and Karen insisted on detaining the five bishops. The matter was actually easy to guess.

So, all of this is the final layout of the dying old man, no, it is the last madness of that old man!

In Harry's mind, the words of the old man came to mind: I am dying, and before I die, I must clean up York City as much as possible.

It turns out that what you want to clean is not only the District Management Office, you even want to clean the Whip of Order.

Now, there are only two choices before Harry, either to bleed and go to trial by himself;

Either let the five bishops go back, and when the evidence is presented, he will be convicted of malfeasance or even cover-up. His dream of going to the Dingle District has been shattered, and now he can't even keep the position of district chief.

What was supposed to be a grand wedding was suddenly turned into a funeral because of that big shit behind Bernie!

"Buzz!"

Harry moved and rushed directly to Karen, he wanted to fight, he wanted to gamble!

Karen sensed the change in the opponent's breath, and also sensed the opponent's intentions, but Karen did not choose to defend, let alone dodge. A layer of blue flame appeared on his body, and he directly...burned his own soul.

His soul is very special, he can recover after being slashed by [Scythe of War], so burning is nothing at all, just control this speed well, but in the cognition of outsiders, the soul burns, and it is impossible to die. Waste, at least it will cause irreversible permanent damage, and this is the clearest and most direct expression of death!

Harry's figure stopped halfway, as if all his energy had been taken away.

This is a gamble with a clear card, and he knows that he has lost.

He waved his hand,

The order was issued:

"Shut it back."

Karen breathed out, and the blue flame on his body dissipated, as if blowing out a lighter;

At the same time, his body shook slightly from side to side in response to the occasion, indicating that he had paid a great price for the burning of his soul just now.

However, this follow-up action is more like a courtesy expression after the opponent admits defeat.

In the back, Alfred, who was standing on the steps, looked at the scene at this time, especially when he thought of the surrender from Minister Bernie to Dunk and then to Harry. Suddenly, the young master wrote in his notebook. A word from

"The compensation for loss of courage is decay."