Noble Emblem

The Inquisition Team launched an almost city-wide arrest in the Holy City. They arrested a few people, but they never found the handsome magician with a little maid by his side.

Although no one was arrested, the Heretic Inquisition Bureau was not a vegetarian. Based on the intelligence collected along the way, they discovered that this magician, except for the wrong hair color, was suspected of being the Pope of the Cult of Wealth.

After coming to this conclusion, they were a little panicked and a little excited, and immediately reported it to the Pope.

After hearing this, the Pope of the Life God Sect frowned slightly: "This is impossible. Do you think that the Pope of a sect would leave his own territory at will, take only a maid and run to the enemy's house, and along the way Still so high-profile?"

This question left the heretic inquisitor speechless. The Pope's reasoning was indeed very logical.

"So, have you caught this young man who pretended to be the Pope of Fortune?" The Pope stared at the interrogator.

The heretic inquisitor still shook his head. At this time, he felt as if he was a waste. He had not accomplished anything, and he actually came to the Pope to show his merit?

"Calm down for a while." The Pope sighed and said, "Think things through more clearly before you speak or act. You have good abilities, but your personality is too impulsive, otherwise you can be promoted to a higher position."

The Inquisitor withdrew in great shame. After leaving the Pope's Hall, he said viciously to his subordinates who had been waiting for a long time: "Dig deep to find the fake pope who is teasing us. Do you understand?"

As soon as this order came out, the Holy Land of the Life God Religion was in a state of chaos for a period of time.

But Beta was not in the sacred realm of the Life God Religion at this time. He is not a fool. He knows that his behavior will arouse the other party's vigilance, so naturally he will not continue to stay in the other party's base camp.

He left a secret magic beacon outside the holy city of the God of Life, and then teleported back to Waking City.

Unlike Longokan Country, Hollevan is still in the tail end of winter. The falling snow outside the city makes people feel uncomfortable with the cold.

At this time, not far from Woking City, in the newly born Elf Forest, it was like spring all year round, with birds chirping and insects chirping, full of vitality.

Such a scene naturally attracted the attention of many people. Some nobles and big businessmen in Waking City also wanted to move in, but they were blocked and couldn't even get close to the periphery.

Naturally, this caused some resentment.

Then naturally there will be some not-so-good comments circulating in a small circle.

When Beta came back from outside, Angel reported the matter to him.

Holding the report and Angel, the former queen, sitting in her arms, Beta frowned slightly.

Emma came in at this time and saw her mother sitting on Beta's lap, with her clothes lifted up to her shoulders. She blushed and rushed over. He pulled down his mother's clothes, then dragged her aside, and sat on Beta's lap.

This operation was quick and skillful.

Angel covered her mouth and smiled, then said to Beta: "It's my turn today, I'll wait for you tonight."

Watching her mother leave, Emma's face turned red. She put her arms around Beta's neck and said affectionately: "You and mother, take it easy. What if you give birth to a child randomly and I give birth to another child?"

Well...that's definitely a problem.

"But we have messed around with the problem." Beta sighed: "Sometimes you will still be caught in the middle."

"Don't say it." Emma covered Beta's mouth shyly, then threw a government affairs processing sheet on the table and ran away.

Beta looked at the information given by Angel for a while and frowned slightly.

After a while, Shirley came in and asked, "What are your plans for the nobles and merchants to move to the Elf Forest?"

"Invite these four people over and speak in a better tone." Beta clicked on the names above.

Shirley looked at the names and said with a smile, "Okay."

The invitation soon reached the hands of three nobles and a big businessman. After getting the invitation, the first thing they did was to get together.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly. Viscount Sharp Harry sat in his seat and looked at his three allies.

As a fifty-seven-year-old man, he does not look old, but more like a young man in his thirties.

"His Majesty the Pope has already hosted a banquet for us, and our ideas must have reached his ears." He said with some pride: "Anyway, our ideas are at least correct. Next, we must unite as one, Let His Majesty give way. This city is big, but all the power is in the hands of the Pope. This is not good."

The others smiled slightly.

But someone asked: "What if the Pope takes action against us? Our military force is far behind his."

"Impossible." Viscount Sharp said confidently: "The Cult of Wealth is an order-neutral sect, and they even tend to be on the good side. For such a sect, they cherish their reputation and will not attack people for no reason. . Especially when we didn’t use force.”

"If you do that, it will violate the doctrine. Then, even the Pope's strength will be reduced, and the gods may be angry."

Someone else asked: "But I heard that the current Pope is the husband appointed by the goddess."

"This is even more nonsense." Viscount Sharp said disdainfully: "Gods and mortals, do you think it is possible? Even if there is such a thing, it should be a legendary brave man or a legendary dragon knight."

"The Pope is the Dragon Knight."

"Dragon knights are all warriors. There has never been an example of a legal profession acting as a dragon knight." Sharp slapped the table heavily, with a trace of jealousy flashing in his eyes: "He just used benefits or threats to make a dragon his mount, and Not a real dragon knight."

The other three didn't speak.

"I'm still saying that wealth can be found in danger." Sharp's tone became indifferent again: "I am 90% sure that I can use the teachings of the God of Wealth to force him to make concessions. Even if the Elf Forest is not opened to us, I can get some benefits. Now, if you are willing to make a fortune, please follow me. If you think there is no hope, or think I am incapable and talk nonsense, please leave."

No one left.

Sharp nodded with satisfaction: "Everyone, go back and prepare. We have to dress better for the dinner tonight."

At night, the hall of the City Lord's Mansion was brightly lit.

The fine wine and delicacies created by the hero's banquet ability are fragrant for thousands of miles.

The four Viscount Sharp arrived together. They discovered that in addition to the four of them, Beta also invited the Winter Wolf Saint and the elf envoy Emilia.

Viscount Sharp's expression changed slightly, but he still looked confident.

After the guest of honor took his seat, everyone was not in a hurry to talk about business, but instead chatted about romantic matters while eating.

Amelia was very interested in fruit wine. After drinking two glasses too much, her cheeks turned slightly red.

The Winter Wolf Saint was a little confused, and had been looking at Beta, the three human nobles, and the businessman.

Beta waited until they were full and drunk, and took advantage of the wine to turn the conversation to business.

"I have heard some rumors recently, which are quite interesting." Beta looked at Viscount Sharp: "It is said that our Wealth God Cult favors the elves, even the orcs. It is said that we are not as good to humans as the elves. I don't know if any of you have heard of this. heard about it."

The Winter Wolf Saint frowned. Although the Tyrant Wolf Clan has now joined Waking City, in essence, they are still regarded as outsiders.

Integration is not a matter of a few years or more, but a matter of at least decades.

Emilia had an indifferent expression. She smiled at Beta and said, "I've been staying in the Elf Forest recently and I don't know anything."

Beta looked across from him: "Viscount Sharp, do you know?"

"I've heard of it." Sharp nodded. He looked at Beta without much respect in his eyes: "I think there is some truth to this rumor."

Beta said curiously: "Why do you say that?"

"Why are we, the people from Watkins City, prohibited from entering the Elf Forest in the south? The elves can enter our Watkins City at any time. This is unfair."

Amelia's expression finally changed. She looked at Sharp and then at Beta, feeling a little worried.

Beta nodded: "I set this rule. After all, the elves are a race that lives in peace with the world. They are not used to places that are too busy."

"We understand." Viscount Sharp said: "But we only need fairness. We don't need too many people, as long as a few or even a dozen people can move in. Fair trade, fair trade, and even interpersonal relationships. Isn’t fairness among people what the Wealth Cult pursues?”

"What you said makes sense." Beta nodded: "But you forgot one thing. The wetland is my territory. I rented that land to the elves, and they paid a lot of money. It is not a public place, no There is a fairness issue.”

Lord Sharp frowned: "But most people don't see it that way."

"Most people see it this way. You are the ones who don't see it this way." Beta's smile was a bit oppressive: "Why do you want to live in the Elf Forest?"

Sharp looked at his three companions and gave the signal with his eyes.

The fat big businessman asked: "We don't have to live in the woods. Dear Pope, we are not coveting your territory. We just want to understand why outsiders are so treated in our human world. Great courtesy, whether it is the elves, the Frostwolf clan, or the orcs..."

"I still say the same thing. This is my territory, and I have the final say on what kind of policies I want to formulate. Who I want to be good to, that's my business." Beta said with a smile: "Otherwise, I How about formulating a luxury goods tax, and the more luxury goods a house has, the more money it will charge?”

The businessman turned pale and laughed awkwardly. No more talking.

Sharp said calmly: "Pope, it's not good to help outsiders oppress your own people. Waking City is indeed yours, but it belongs to the human race. At least, it is us humans who built this city. Not

Orcs or elves. "