Noble Emblem

Prince Bowens was a little surprised when he heard Beta's answer.

He had no idea that his invitation would be rejected. However, he is also a calm-minded person. His thoughts were spinning in his mind, and then he said: "I am a prince. Do you think there is no future for you to follow me?"

Beta smiled and said: "Of course there is a future, but Your Highness Prince, you have to understand one thing. You are a man, and Archbishop Celia is a woman, and a great beauty. I am a young man, what would you do if it were you? consider?"

Prince Bowens felt scratched his head. Mercenaries are generally willing to condescend to nobles and do things for nobles for the sake of money and power.

But this person's reason for beauty... has to be said to be a quite reasonable reason.

Besides, he took the time to go to the slums to meet Celia two days ago, and he had to admit that Celia was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She is even more beautiful than his sister who is known as the flower of the empire.

Even he was faintly moved, let alone a mercenary.

After a short silence, Prince Bowens smiled heartily: "I just want to make an opinion, Your Excellency, you have a very good talent. But if your talent wants to continue to grow, you will definitely need a lot of resources. These resources, Celie Archbishop Ya can’t give it to you, but I can.”

Beta raised his head and said, "But I heard that His Highness the Prince's current situation is not very good either."

"It's not very good." Prince Bowens took the initiative to add some fruit wine to Beta's cup. In his capacity as a mercenary, he poured wine for a mercenary. He was already a close friend: "But no matter what, the person behind me is The power and energy I possess are much stronger than Archbishop Celia.”

This is also true. Prince Bowens is not the kind of playboy who does nothing. Although he is still young, he must have started to manage his own power a few years ago, maybe even more than ten years ago. Coupled with the complicated interpersonal relationships of the royal family, his background is indeed much stronger than Celia.

But now they only see the surface of Monica's strength.

If Monica can put down her arrogance and go back to ask for help from Shasha, she will definitely get a lot of support.

France is also the most powerful country in mankind. It is much stronger than Longekange in terms of manpower and material resources.

Besides, Bowens is still a fallen prince.

In addition, Beta can be regarded as one of Monica's 'people connections'. After all, Monica is Shasha's sister. When he and Monica have no interests, or there is a big conflict between right and wrong, he is willing to help Mo. Nikka's.

Therefore, Beta does not think Monica is worse than Bowens. On the contrary, she is infinitely better than him.

Of course, Beta would not say these things out. He pretended to ponder for a while, and then said: "Let me think about it."

"Okay." Prince Bowens felt a little happy that the other party did not completely reject him. No matter whether it was successful or not, he had a step to go down.

The glasses of both parties clinked, and after drinking, Beta left the study.

As usual, he led his team to patrol the manor for a few hours, then made arrangements for tomorrow and left the manor.

Just after he left, the prince called three of the team to the study.

Although these three people were also mercenaries, their strength was average. They were a little uneasy and nervous when they saw the prince.

Bowens asked them to sit down and then asked: "What do you think of your captain, Li Lin?"

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief. They thought they were about to be asked out of the manor's patrol team at first.

The wages paid by Bowens are quite good, and they cherish this job.

"The captain is a very good person and very decent."

"Captain has great common sense."

"The captain has an aristocratic air about him."

The three of them told each other their impressions of Beta. About half an hour later, the three of them left the study.

Prince Bowens was sitting in the study, deep in thought.

After asking the three men for their thoughts, Bowens finally discovered what he had been overlooking.

Li Lin acted too neither humble nor overbearing.

At such a young age, he is close to the legendary level of strength. Logically speaking, he should be high-spirited, but Li Lin has always been very calm and calm.

Although the other party was a mercenary, Bowens found that the other party did not have the rudeness of a mercenary. Indeed, as the team members said, he had the elegance of a nobleman.

The most important thing is that Prince Bowens discovered that Li Lin did know a lot of things. He carefully recalled the scene when he and Beta chatted not long ago. Although the other party didn't like to talk much, as long as he spoke, he could always say something.

This kind of knowledge is not what a young mercenary should have.

"What is the identity of this person?" Bowens became curious.

And now he vaguely felt that his recruitment was probably going to fail.

Such people cannot be recruited casually.

So what is the identity of Archbishop Celia whom he is willing to serve?

Bowens felt a headache coming on. There are many forces in the Holy City of Life, and the relationship between them is already complicated enough. Now a new force has emerged?

At this time, Beta returned to the North County Monastery. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

The two young guards at the door looked sad.

what's going on?

Beta entered the temple directly without asking the guards, and then saw a group of people surrounding the center of the prayer hall.

Monica, wearing a light green bishop's robe, is quite obvious in the crowd.

Beta walked over, and when others saw him coming, they took the initiative to move out of the way.

Then Beta found three young people lying in the middle of the crowd. They are all dead, and their faces still have the same expression that was distorted by pain when they were alive.

There was a big hole in their left chest, the heart inside was missing, and only a red hole was exposed.

The people around him all looked sad or even angry.

"You're back!" Monica walked to Beta.

"what happened."

"At noon, five young people from our temple went out to purchase supplies. Then they were attacked on the road. Three teenagers were beaten to death on the spot, and two girls were kidnapped."

Beta frowned and asked in a low voice: "Have your spiders been checked out?"

"I'm out, but there's no result yet."

Beta looked at the three dead teenagers with a slightly angry expression on his face.

These three young men all learned swordsmanship from him, and he remembered their names. In just one afternoon, he was lying here, his body becoming cold.

"First try to find a way to find the two girls. If they are still alive and found a minute earlier, they will suffer less. If they are dead, their bodies must be found."

Beta summoned Joan of Arc, raised her hand, and the latter flew out of the window.

"From now on, no one is allowed to go out. Stay in the temple with peace of mind and wait for the matter to pass." Beta looked at Harriman next to him: "From now on, the California team will be fully responsible for the security of the temple. No matter day or night, they must arrange Manual patrol.”

Harriman nodded and immediately led the team members to start defense matters.

Beta and Monica returned to the room.

After closing the door, Monica, who acted very calmly, immediately got angry: "Who dares to touch my people? Don't let me find him, otherwise I will definitely let him taste the ashes of my family." smell."

It seems that Monica’s love of pouring people’s ashes into water can’t be changed.

Beta asked: "Do you have any clues?"

"Ulanso!" Monica's face became increasingly sinister.

"I also think it's him." Beta nodded: "But there is no evidence now. As the archbishop, you have to calm down. Don't rush to take action. We have to find the evidence first."

Monica said bitterly: "Others have bullied me to this extent, why should I endure it? If you don't help me, I will deal with him myself."

No matter how powerful Wu Lansuo is, Monica is not afraid. She is the favorite of the Spider Queen. She is not weak, and she is not easy to die. When dealing with a small force, as long as she is willing to spend time, she can definitely 'wear out' the opponent slowly.

Beta advised: "Isn't your ideal to become a female pope? Then don't do this kind of thing of giving people excuses. As long as the assassination of political opponents occurs once, it will be a stain on your life from now on, and there is still no conclusive evidence. case."

Monica took a breath and calmed down. Then she came over, held Beta's arm, rubbed it with two soft balls of jelly, and said in a rather cooing voice: "Beta, you will help me, right?"

"Of course I will help you." Beta wanted to break away, but seeing that Monica had finally calmed down from her angry state, if she left without mercy, it would probably make her feel extremely uncomfortable. If you think about it, let her go. Anyway, you won't suffer any loss: "I'm going to go to the crime scene to take a look. You stay in the temple to stabilize the morale of the army."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Monica giggled.

Beta then left the temple after asking for the location of the incident.

After Beta walked away, the smiling Monica's face suddenly darkened.

A dozen transparent spiders emerged from under her clothes and quickly left the temple through the window.

She walked around the room twice, seeming to be thinking about how to clarify the current situation. As she turned around, she saw the floor-length mirror next to her that was about as tall as a person.

This mirror is quite expensive and most people cannot afford it.

Monica in the mirror looked evil, like a female devil.

She touched her face and murmured: "No, this look is too ugly, we can't let Beta see it."

Then she took two deep breaths, calmed herself down, and smiled again.

Although the smile looked fake and artificial, it was at least much prettier than the gloomy female devil's face just now.

On the street, Beta had arrived at the scene of the incident, where there were still three pools of black blood, three very large pools.

Pedestrians on the road saw it from a distance and tried to avoid these three black marks.