Noble Emblem

Exclusion? Isn't this a matter of course!

A new archbishop who has been promoted for less than a year is still a woman and a beauty. The most important thing is that he seems to have no background. Such people do not reject, bully, and pick on the weak. Do they want to deal with their own family? Forces of similar size?

They are not fools.

They are indeed not fools, but now Monica is using her 'strength' to tell this group of people that she is qualified to be on an equal footing with them, not because she is a woman, not because she is young, and not because of her background.

She just simply has great strength.

Andrew, who was responsible for hosting this meeting, sighed in his heart. His original intention was to gather these people together and put pressure on Celia at the same time.

Let her understand that it is impossible for one person to fight with a group.

But the current situation was completely beyond his expectation. At first, everyone was interested in uniting to put pressure on Monica, but as soon as he said "I'll come to your house for a walk in the evening", the others retreated.

The instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages has penetrated into the bones of these people. Andrew felt choked up in his heart. He snorted and said to Monica: "Little girl, as an elder, I want to tell you some life experiences... You can't go too far in life,"

"No, it's not me who is overdoing it, but you." Monica chuckled: "Some time ago, you stopped talking about me being bullied by the nobles. Now it's obvious that someone is targeting my temple. I ask for help. As for you, no one is willing to provide even a little bit of information, and you even deliberately obstruct me. Do you really think I have no temper? "

"What does the trouble you caused yourself have to do with us?" an archbishop shouted.

Monica smiled and said: "You were talking about unity just now...and now it's my business again? What's the truth? Is it right or wrong, all decided by your preferences?"

These words were full of obvious sarcasm, especially Monica's expression, with a hint of sarcasm in her smile, which made these archbishops both angry and disgusted.

If they hadn't felt that a fight would hurt both sides, they might have actually beaten the woman to death on the spot.

No matter how beautiful she is, she will not pity her.

It’s just that the reality is very skinny, and they found that they really didn’t have any good solutions. They do have manors and private soldiers, but their strength is average. In this case, it was impossible for them to use the Life Guards to deal with Monica.

This kind of fight between roommates can be done in secret, but if it comes to light, the entire divine sect will become the laughing stock of other sects.

Seeing that no one else was willing to come forward, Andrew sighed in his heart again. For the first time, he felt that these people like him were all old and had no tenacity at all.

After thinking about it, he said: "Celia, tell us your conditions. We will listen."

"Andrew, are you accepting her now?" an archbishop shouted: "This is what we agreed before..."

Monica looked at him with a strange smile.

This archbishop has always been powerful, and it is normal to give orders to everyone, but now being stared at by Monica with such a smile, his scalp feels a little numb.

He interrupted his words and turned away as if nothing had happened.

The other archbishops were originally happy to see him wanting to step forward, but now they saw him shrinking back and immediately scolded him for cowardice in their hearts.

But they didn't think about it, and they didn't come out to confront Monica head-on. In essence, they are all on the same road.

Andrew was completely disappointed at this time. He said lightly: "Little girl, what do you want us to do?"

"Give me the information, give me the news you know." Monica said with a ferocious smile: "But in order to prevent you from being passive and sagging, if I don't receive useful information and clues, I will randomly go to a certain person every other day. I think you will welcome me when I visit the Archbishop’s house.”

"You've gone too far." Finally, an archbishop couldn't help but jumped up, pointed at Monica and cursed: "Do you really think we are afraid of you? There are dozens of us here. If you don't believe it, we can't beat you. A little girl."

The archbishop pulled out a short staff from his wide sleeve and shouted passionately: "Everyone, come with me, take this opportunity..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a cold light passing by him, and then the short staff in his hand broke and fell to the marble floor. After a few thuds, it rolled a few times and stopped. down.

This sound seemed extremely harsh in the quiet hall.

The archbishop turned around and saw a long sword without a handle on the back of a heavy wooden chair behind him.

He suddenly felt a little weak in his legs.

Beta, who had been staying behind Monica and said nothing, looked at his hands, then smiled sheepishly and said: "Sorry, my hand slipped. I just wanted to draw the sword to protect Ms. Celia."

Monica looked at Beta, covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes shining.

Beta's move is really powerful.

Everyone present, including all the bishops, are powerful, and most of them are masters. Although their actual combat ability is not strong, their eyesight is not weak.

At this time, they were also close to the archbishop holding a broken staff, and they were sweating on their backs. They asked for it. The throwing attack was so fast that they couldn't react at all.

In other words, as long as the soldier is given a few more weapons, he can kill all the big shots in the church in just two or three seconds.

Andrew also felt a little sweaty on his palms, and he said calmly: "In that case, we will help you check the news, but we also hope that you can keep a low profile and stop messing around."

"Okay, no problem." Monica smiled and said, "I am a very obedient person. As long as others are nice to me, I will also be nice to them."

Looking at Monica's proud expression, no one wanted to talk to her.

Although the matter was negotiated, the result was an unhappy one. Monica returned to the church and stretched herself. She slept directly on Beta's bed, her long hair spread out, and the slight fragrance slowly penetrated the room.

She looked at Beta, as if she had seen a unique treasure in the world, and the brilliance in her eyes was about to overflow.

"Beta, do you know? You were so brave just now. You just threw the sword out and scared them all. At that time, Koros encouraged those people to take action. I was really a little scared. After all, they were powerful. They are not weak. If we join forces, I can't win."

"If you can't win, you can still run." Beta looked at her: "At least you are the person I know who has the strongest ability to survive on the battlefield. If you don't count the gods."

Monica rolled her eyes at him: "You make it sound like you know the gods."

Beta actually knew each other, and they were two... But thinking about it, he felt that even if he told her, Monica wouldn't believe it.

"The next thing we have to do is wait for the news." Monica turned over and slept on the bed in a big font: "Who on earth kidnapped our people."

Anger appeared on Monica's face again.