My queen is rebelling!

"Miss, you can't possibly be falling for that kid, right?"

Moduo's expression was very serious at this moment.

Isabella's eyes flickered, and she replied softly:

"Is it not allowed?"

Moduo's eyes were filled with solemnity, and he said in a deep voice:

"I always thought Miss was just playing along... A young man with such outstanding talent, if he could be brought into the family, would indeed be a great help to Miss..."

Isabella's beautiful face turned slightly cold, and her tone became very stern:

"Playing along?

When has Uncle Moduo ever seen me playing along with a man?

Who has the right to that?

Moduo also knew that he had said the wrong thing, and changed his tone:

"Then I'll assume Miss is completely sincere.

But Miss should understand that you will inherit the Golden Wing Family in the future."

Moduo's tone was very serious. At this moment, he was fulfilling his duty as a remonstrating minister to his future lord—offering advice that was harsh but absolutely loyal:

"As the head of the family, your lover must have the ability to help you manage such a large family!

He must have a strong background and power to help you stabilize our Golden Wing Family's voice in the 'Pale Wings'!

The 'Pale Wings' are not just our family!

If your future husband's family cannot provide considerable assistance, I think not only will the master and madam not agree, but the other members of the Golden Wing Family will not agree either!"

Isabella's cold face showed no emotion. Mr. Moduo sighed deeply, and his tone became much softer:

"Everyone thinks our Golden Wing Family is glamorous, standing at the top of the continent.

But who knows how much we have paid to maintain this glory?

What's more, the top is also full of cold winds and thorns, and a slight carelessness will lead to a bottomless abyss!

Miss, as the first in line to inherit, you cannot be blinded by emotion..."

Isabella lightly waved her hand, directly interrupting Moduo's remaining words:

"I know what I'm doing, Uncle Moduo. After returning to the family, don't say too much about me and him."

Moduo knew that further persuasion would be useless, sighed deeply, and agreed to Isabella's request.

...

Keen sat in a private room of a famous hotel in Florence, waiting for the agreed-upon Light Bishop.

He played with the communication stone he had snatched from Silver Plate 207.

In the contact list, a stranger appeared.

The note generated by the communication stone for the stranger was [Order "063653833" Customer].

This order was the task of assassinating the "Lord of Shadows."

In other words, the other party was the client who placed the order with "Black Tomb" to assassinate him.

The other party took the initiative to contact him during the day, sending a notice to suspend the task.

Keen was sure that the client should have been at the scene at that time.

Perhaps it was because of his extraordinary profession, or perhaps it was his powerful combat power, that made the client hesitate.

"There's no need to think too much. Since he took the initiative to contact me, then find a chance to invite him out and ask him clearly!"

He was wrapped in a pure white robe, and the hem of the robe swayed slightly with his steps, as if flowing with holy light.

The bishop's face was broad, and the lines were firm with gentleness. Seeing Keen, he made a gesture of almsgiving:

"Young man, may the Goddess of Light bless you!"

Keen bowed in response, his voice full of emotion:

"Thank you, merciful and generous goddess!

May the light shine on all things, may the light cleanse evil, may the light last forever!"

Keen's extremely sensible performance made the bishop very satisfied, and he slowly sat down:

"'Lord of Shadows', Mr. Keen, you've been quite the talk of the town recently. I was quite surprised when Mr. Moduo told me.

According to the records of my church, for at least five thousand years, no one has successfully performed a god-summoning ritual."

"Haha, maybe they're not as bold as I am.

Faced with the pressure of a legendary rank, I could only risk my life, but I didn't expect the God of War to be unexpectedly easy to talk to, and didn't pursue my disrespect and offense."

The bishop gave Keen a meaningful look and said softly:

"Mr. Keen, you invited me over, is there something you want to talk about?"

Keen said straight to the point:

"Bishop, I need two Saint-level helpers in two days.

Well, to be precise, I am cooperating with 'Pale Wings' and have decided to encircle and suppress all the forces of 'Black Tomb' in the Northwest Continent.

I hope the Church of Light can also participate and provide us with two Saint-level assistants."

Hearing Keen's words, the Light Bishop couldn't hide the emotions on his face, and his tone was very strong:

"Do you know what you're talking about? Two Saint-levels? Encircle and suppress Black Tomb? Are you kidding me?"

Keen's tone was very firm:

"I know very well, Bishop, I'm not joking at all. Please believe in my determination, 'Black Tomb' must get out of the Northwest Continent!"

The bishop suppressed his anger, stood up, and said:

"For Mr. Moduo's sake, I won't pursue your offense. Let's pretend we've never met."

Keen didn't take it seriously and said softly:

"Would you like to find the lost Cross of Light of His Majesty the Pope?"

As soon as these words came out, the bishop's face suddenly changed, and his eyes were first filled with anger and shock, and then slowly condensed into a pensive look.

He sat down again, poured himself a cup of tea, and observed the mysterious man wearing a mask opposite him while tasting the tea.

Keen didn't speak after saying a word, deliberately stretching the other party.

He wanted to see how long the bishop could endure.

"Find the lost Cross of Light for His Majesty the Pope!"

This honor and credit was enough for him to be promoted to Cardinal.

The bishop finally couldn't hold back and asked tentatively:

"Does Mr. Keen have any clues?"

Keen slowly stretched out two fingers:

"Two Saint-levels, in place the day after tomorrow, can you do it?"

The bishop pursed his lips tightly, rubbed his chin unconsciously, and the muscles on his face twitched from time to time, obviously caught in a difficult choice.

He replied dryly:

"Saints are generally in the Holy Academy, and I can't just see them whenever I want. Two Saint-levels is too much. I can't risk it for uncertain information... Can you change the condition?"

Keen added tea to the bishop and said softly:

"This time, to encircle and suppress the headquarters of 'Black Tomb' in the Northwest Continent, 'Pale Wings' will also send two Saint-levels, and..."

Keen paused deliberately, and lowered his voice even more:

"They promised that the spoils of this battle will not be taken at all!"

The bishop's eyes suddenly burst out with a sharp light, and his breathing unconsciously quickened, then he felt that he had lost his composure, coughed lightly, and said slowly:

"Praise the Goddess of Light, those cunning merchants are unexpectedly generous for once!"

Then he added with some emotion:

"It seems that if I agree, the church will have a large sum of wealth in its account."

A smile appeared on the corner of Keen's mouth, and he said meaningfully:

"That's for sure, I will only take what I deserve.

As for the rest, whether the church has wealth in its account, or... Well... Anyway, on the future official report, whether 'Pale Wings' divided the spoils, and how much they divided? Isn't it up to you, Your Excellency?"

The bishop's eyes suddenly became extremely deep.

The accumulation of wealth in the Northwest Continent headquarters of "Black Tomb" is definitely a shocking number!

The bishop slowly stood up and said solemnly:

"Cleansing evil and dispelling darkness is the bounden mission of the followers of the Light!"

What to find the Cross of Light!

What to promote to Cardinal!

Nothing is more wonderful than taking advantage of the public name to seize benefits for yourself!

He's doing this deal!