Noble Emblem

812 Unexpected

Paladins are very proud. As the strongest combat force in the Sanctuary and as the 'core' of the Sanctuary, they have the capital to be proud. This kind of pride will not show up when facing one's own people, but it will show up when facing outsiders.

Looking at the old man with a matter-of-fact expression, Beta smiled calmly and said: "In what capacity do you recruit me? As the royal family, or as the Elder Council of the Red Magic Tower?"

The old paladin chuckled: "It's up to me."

The narcissistic aura spurted out, and Beta was shocked and helpless: "You are the most stinky person I have ever seen."

The old paladin laughed: "I have lived for more than ninety years and have met too many people. A arrogant little guy like you must be well disciplined. Now, immediately, go out with me and use your strength. With your ability, you can destroy those evil spirits for me."

Beta put down the wine glass in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "What if I say no?"

"I don't mind beating you up until you admit your mistake." The old paladin approached menacingly.

Beta stood up and kicked out without hesitation.

The old paladin held his sword in front of him, his eyes full of joking light.

If Beta didn't hold back his kick, he would definitely hit the blade.

It's just that as a top player with extremely rich combat experience, Beta couldn't be tricked so easily.

His legs retracted halfway, and then he fired a small fireball that instantly hit the target.

After the bang, the old paladin came out of the smoke. Although he was not injured, after all, he was protected by a spontaneous light shield.

However, this small fireball still made his face look a little ugly.

It’s really embarrassing. If this is not provocation and irony, then what is provocation and irony.

The domineering smile just now disappeared from his face immediately, and the old paladin's face was replaced by caution.

"I heard that you defeated Elena." The old paladin looked at Beta with a very unhappy expression: "I thought you were taking advantage of the situation, but I didn't expect that you do have some skills."

This old paladin is one level higher than Elena, and has a lot more combat experience. If Elena had encountered a small fireball just now, she would probably be in a hurry.

"If you want to fight outside, use your hands and feet freely."

"No more fighting." The old paladin waved his hands, then sat on the chair opposite Beta, and said with a beaten look on his face: "If you don't help us, I will sit here and not leave."

I feel that there is no hope of winning, and if force fails, I will resort to cheating. Only those who don't care about face can do such a thing. He was convinced that Beta would not really hurt him. After all, he was a paladin. Something must have happened here, and the higher-ups in the sanctuary would definitely go crazy.

If an ordinary person encounters this situation, his nose will definitely become crooked with anger.

But Beta was different, he didn't care at all.

"Okay, you can stay if you like." Beta smiled and said to Angel next to her: "Go and call Judy. We are going to go on a trip, and we just want a big shot to look after our house."

"Aren't you afraid that I will tear down your home?"

Beta laughed and said: "Let's break it up, break it down, just break it up, as long as I feel a little bit distressed, I won't lose."

Angel chuckled, turned around and went to find Judy, and then Beta also left the main hall.

When the old paladin saw this scene, his originally triumphant face became a little ugly.

In the distance, Xiko City.

This is the sanctuary of the Temple of Storms. Although it is not as good as the Sanctuary of Light, nor is it comparable to Beta's newly built Woking City, it has a population of more than half a million, making it a quite prosperous big city.

On the top of the white domed high-rise building, Emma, ​​wearing a short skirt... stood on the edge of the roof, extending her right hand forward.

The weak breeze swirled around her seemingly transparent fingertips, making a slight sound.

The wind brings the fragrance of distant grass, the singing of distant birds, and the familiar thoughts of distant people.

The new pope has been elected, a very powerful middle-aged man. Although his personality is a little radical, which is a minor flaw, he still has abilities.

He may not yet be fully qualified for the office of pope, but there is no more capable male in the church today.

Moreover, the Zoroastrian Cult's offensive is also much weaker now. A week ago, Emma descended from the sky with three hundred high-level storm priests and directly attacked the Zoroastrian Cult's forward marshal's department, achieving a good result.

The arrogance of the Zoroastrian Cult has also been curbed.

"I really want to see him."

Emma exhaled softly, with a hint of softness on her pretty face.

Even strong women, no matter how capable they are, will become worried about gains and losses once they fall in love and their lover is not around for a long time.

"I wonder if mother succeeded?"

As a woman, Emma naturally felt her mother's affection for Beta.

She didn't think it was strange. After all, Beta was like a brave man, saving his mother from fire and water.

As long as you are a woman, it is difficult to resist such a fairy tale-like plot.

She didn't say anything on the surface, but she always felt weird in her heart. The mother-daughter thing didn't really sound right.

She couldn't help but sigh again.

"Holy Lady, the Pope hopes you can come to the Council to meet with him." A female priest appeared on the stairs on the top floor.

"knew."

Floating directly from the roof to the ground, Emma walked to the Pope's Hall.

Two strong guards helped her push open the thick white stone door. She walked in and saw the Pope discussing matters with several bishops.

"Saint, I'm sorry to invite you here." When the Pope saw Emma, ​​he immediately interrupted the conversation with several bishops, walked directly to Emma, ​​and said: "There is something I want to discuss with you."

Emma nodded slightly: "Please tell me."

"According to the information we have received, there seems to be a sect emerging in the rear area of ​​Zoroastrian Cult, in the Snow Country in the north, to compete with them for believers, and it is developing very quickly." Pope Storm had a Chinese-character face, and he looked quite sincere and quite impressive. Majesty: "I heard it's the Cult of Wealth. I heard, Saint, that you and the Pope of the Cult of Wealth know each other and have a good relationship. Is it true?"

"really."

Emma knew this and there was no need to deny it. When she was seriously injured, she was recuperating in Waking City. Many people knew about this. Even if they didn't know, they would know after a little investigation that there was no point in lying.

The Pope and several bishops looked at each other for a while, and then he said: "We, the Storm God Cult, are in crisis now, so we must find reliable allies who have the same interests as us. Wealth God Cult Very suitable."

Looking into Emma's eyes, the Pope continued: "So, how about I trouble you, Holy Maiden, as a diplomatic envoy to talk to the Cult of Fortune about forming an alliance?"

Emma smiled when she heard this.

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