Noble Emblem

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Emma was a little surprised when she saw the girl, but she had a smile on her face: "Adela, we meet again."

The person who came was the new Saint of the Temple of Storms. She used to be one of Emma's maids and once worshiped Emma extremely crazily.

Only two years later, she became a saint, and her worship of Emma disappeared.

"Emma, ​​stop being hypocritical." Adela took two steps forward, pointed at Emma's nose and cursed: "Yesterday you sat on the dragon to demonstrate, but today I heard that you actually sent troops to surround you. What do you want to do if you destroy our holy city?”

"This is none of my business." Emma shook her head slightly and said calmly: "This is my man's decision."

Edela glanced at Beta who was eating and seemed to be completely paying no attention to anything. She knew that this was the legendary Pope Beta, and she did not dare to insult him, so she turned her attention back to Emma again.

"Don't you know how to persuade your man?" Aidela said with a look of sorrow and indignation: "This was once your home, and we all once regarded you as a relative. And you, just watch us being bullied?"

It seems that everyone knows the news that Storm Holy City is under siege. Beta continued to eat breakfast, not wanting to get involved in the quarrel between the two girls.

After all, this is Emma's own business.

Emma stood up and smiled: "Yes, I once regarded this place as my home, but didn't you sell me later?"

"This..." Edela was stunned for a moment, and then shouted even more angrily: "So you hold a grudge? In the teachings of our Storm God Cult, doesn't it clearly say that believers need to have an attitude of gratitude? Sorry? You are still a former saint, can’t you lead by example?”

Porcupine! Beta couldn't help but laugh. For the first time, he realized that someone could really tell such nonsense in public.

Hearing Beta's laughter, both the old and new saints were a little embarrassed.

Emma simply felt that her successor was an idiot, and she felt that she had lost face in front of Beta.

But Edela felt that by being so angry, she had lost her etiquette in front of this handsome guest.

Emma took a deep breath: "You have to lead by example, Edela. Now I'll give you a chance to lead by example. If you take the initiative to resign as a saint, I'll let Beta retreat. How about that?"

Edela was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red: "You... are so despicable. How can you be so despicable?"

Seeing Adela's appearance, Emma shook her head gently: "You can't do it, you are attached to the position of the Saint. You come to trouble me because you think that the Storm God Cult is in danger of being conquered, so Go down, you may not be a saint anymore!”

"I'm not!"

"Then relinquish your position as a saint!" Emma smiled. There was a bit of devilish teasing on the little face.

"You can't guarantee that Pope Beta will retreat."

"But you can bet." Emma walked up to Edela, touched the latter's smooth face, and said with a smile: "If you are so noble, then as a saint, for the safety of the divine religion, there is nothing It’s all a gamble, right?”

Edela stepped back, avoiding Emma's hand, her body trembling. Emma is right, if she is really that noble, she should immediately step down as a saint and bet on the possibility of Beta withdrawing her troops. There is no problem for anyone to be a saint, more of her is not enough, and less of her is not enough.

But she really couldn't do it.

"Everyone can tell you the truth." Emma was full of ridicule: "It's easy to ask others to do it, but it's very difficult to do it yourself."

Solilana laughed twice at this time, she really couldn't help it.

The clear voice echoed in the room, and Adela's expression turned green and white. Finally, she turned around and left. There was no other way, she really had no face to stay any longer.

After Edela left, Emma was not as happy as expected. She sighed and sat back on the chair.

"Why, you haven't put down the Temple of Storms yet?"

"No." Emma shook her head: "I just lamented the change of Adele. She used to be a very good child."

Solilana said from the side: "You are still a child. Although you are sixteen years old, your body is still fourteen."

Emma blushed a little: "But she has really followed me since she was a child. I watched her grow up, so I always feel that she is still a child."

Solilana finished the pastries on her plate and then asked: "If she is really willing to give up her position as a saint, do you really ask Beta to withdraw her troops?"

Emma was lost in thought.

Beta then answered: "If that saint really does this, then I will withdraw my troops?"

"Why?" Emma was a little surprised, and then looked at Beta up and down for a while: "Do you also have a crush on her?"

"How is that possible?" Beta sighed and said, "She is not as good as you in appearance, temperament, or even demeanor. I am not such a picky person."

"That is?"

"As a saint, if she is really willing to give up her identity for the safety of the Temple of Storms, then it means that she does have enough heart. It means that the Storm God Cult can still be saved." Beta said with a smile: "Then I will help her, directly Retreat, then find an opportunity to infiltrate the Storm God Cult, and then promote her to the position of female pope. But now it seems that she does not have the tolerance."

"She made a wrong choice. She could have skyrocketed." Emma looked at Beta quietly for a while: "You are becoming more and more powerful now, and I don't know if it's good or bad."

"Actually, I don't know." Beta continued after a while: "But no matter what, if you want to expand the God of Wealth, some things must be compromised."

Emma sighed softly. She really missed the Beta from Reed Village. Although she was more willful in doing things, she had a free and easy demeanor.

But now Beta was restrained, she could feel it.

Maybe it's responsibility, or maybe it's other reasons.

Emma couldn't say anything to stop Beta from being the pope... Sitting in this position, it was not up to the person concerned to decide whether he should stay or go.

There was silence in the room for a while. When Beta was about to say something, he saw the guard coming in and said: "Your Majesty Beta, there is a guest who wants to see you."

"Invite him in." Beta nodded. Then he motioned to the three women with his eyes.

Emma and the others immediately went upstairs.

After a while, a young man walked in.

He was dressed in fine clothes and was obviously of noble descent. When he saw Beta, he seemed a little nervous. After bending down slightly, he said: "Nice to meet you, Your Majesty Beta, I am Tyson Philip. I hope you can come to my family's manor tonight. Sit down and act like an ordinary person."

Beta thought for a while and said, "I don't believe you."

"This is the sincerity of our family." The young man took out a magic contract from his clothes.