Pleasant was a little confused now. First, he was inexplicably wrapped into a ball by an unknown black substance.
Then I could vaguely hear the sounds of fighting coming from outside. After a loud noise, the fighting outside stopped, and he turned into a shadow and flowed out from under the black substance in the ball.
Just when Pleasant didn't know what was going on, a shadow that was slightly larger than him held something similar to a Bluetooth headset and pulled him quickly into the crack of the door of the opera house.
When Pleasant came to his senses, he had already left the luxurious Grand Opera House and came to his original room.
Next to him, there was a black-haired young man holding a cane, wearing a top hat, and very well-dressed.
The black-haired young man's left ear seemed to be severely mutilated and was wrapped with a bandage. His right ear was wearing what looked like a Bluetooth headset that Pleasant had just seen.
A cane top hat and headphones, what this guy is wearing is quite fashionable. Just when Pleasant wanted to ask who the other party was and what happened just now, the young man in front of him spoke first.
"Lord God Envoy, I finally found you." Seeing Pleasant opening his eyes, Jarend could not suppress his excitement and directly held Pleasant's hand.
"...Angel of God?" Plissen looked at Jerlend's sincere eyes, showing a look of confusion.
"Master God Envoy? Don't you remember, you have the blood of our Lord flowing in your body. According to the prophecy and divination of 021'Soothsayer', you are the God's Envoy who can guide our Greedy Sect to the future." Jerunde said tightly. Holding Plisson's hand, he said sincerely.
"Uh... Greedy Cult? I seem to have some impression." Plisson borrowed the donkey from the slope and followed the other person's words.
"You can remember it best. I thought it was the bad influence of Joseph's 034 that caused you to forget the great mission you shouldered."
"Well, I have indeed forgotten a lot of things. I only have some vague impressions in my mind. Can you tell me who you are?" Pleasant was originally thinking of making up some excuse to fool him, but he didn't expect the other party to find him directly. With the reason in mind, he just passed the blame to Joseph.
"Master God Envoy, although we have never met before, you should have a somewhat superficial impression of me after bathing in the blood of our Lord." Jerund patted his chest, his eyes filled with tears, He said sincerely,
"My name is Jerlend Seifer, and I currently serve as the archbishop of the Greedy Sect. I have been blessed by my Lord since I was a child. It was my Lord's supreme power that repaired my broken body that was plagued by illness. I can What we have achieved today.”
"Je...Je...Lund?" After hearing that the man in front of him claimed to be the Archbishop of the Greed Sect, Plisson was shocked. He had just escaped from the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth again.
Greedy Archbishop Gerund is a saint who has been famous for many years. In terms of strength, he is probably much stronger than the newly promoted saint Joseph.
At that time, Ghost Count Osramon reminded him of the two people he needed to be careful about, one was Joseph and the other was Jarend.
I just ran away from a big enemy and bumped into another big enemy. Fortunately, this enemy's thinking is not very clear. It seems that he has a serious illness. Seeing that he has the blood of Mammon in his body, he actually thinks of himself as the envoy of the Greedy Sect. It is not clear whether the archbishop knows what he is talking about. What the Lord has already sent.
"Master God Envoy, do you know me?" Jarend asked excitedly when he saw Plisson read out his name.
"Well, I'm a little impressed, a little impressed." Plisson nodded in agreement.
"Well, now that I have met with you, Lord God Envoy, when will we return to the Greedy Sect headquarters in Albany?"
"What? Headquarters?"
"I have never dared to tell the believers at the headquarters that our Lord has passed away, but some people within the sect have noticed the clues. Fortunately, I met you, the envoy of God, at this time. You contain the divine blood and blood of our Lord. The sin pattern of greed means that you are the envoy appointed by our Lord, and the inheritance of our Greedy Sect has not been cut off." Jelend's sincere eyes fell on Plisson, and he was looked at like this by this big man. Pleasant almost had goosebumps all over his body.
"To me, you represent the future of the sect." Jarend held Plisson's hand, his words were sincere and his eyes were sincere.
"But I seem to have some unfinished business in Ghost City. I'm afraid I can't go directly to Albany with you." Plisson smiled awkwardly. He could still say some words of courtesy and compliments, but he really asked him to go to Albany. The headquarters of the Greedy Sect is definitely a gang.
"Oh, I understand that, it's about being the Lord of the Ghost City." Jarend said with a smile.
"You also know about this?"
"The Greedy Sect's shadow crows are all over the place, and our information has always been very well-informed." Jarend paused, and then continued,
"I can bring some help to the best of my ability, Lord Divine Envoy, for you to serve as the Lord of the Ghost City. However, I also hope that Lord Divine Envoy will agree to reach an agreement with Archduke Belvine of Albany after you ascend to the position of Lord of the City. Partnership.”
"Um, can I ask, isn't Ghost City a pirate organization? Why is it cooperating with Archduke Bellween, who represents the official Sky Eagle?"
"After the Ghost Earl left, the Ghost City was no longer the same as before. The Ghost City, which lacked top powerhouses, had to choose one side from the two forces in the Golden Sea. As your biggest competitor, Lord God Envoy, Joseph, early You are on the side of Archduke Vlad, so you must take the side of Archduke Belvine." Jarende analyzed Plisson in detail.
"And I came to the Ghost City this time not only to find traces of you, the Envoy of God, but also to support a city lord for Archduke Belvine. However, after meeting you, the Envoy of God, I think it is a big deal to support the city lord. No need, the position of Lord of the Ghost City belongs to you."
"That man named Joseph is not an easy character to deal with." Plisson thought of Joseph who held 034. Even a legendary strongman like Plisson could not survive the terrifying music played by 034 for a few seconds.
And considering how obsessed Joseph is with the position of the Lord of Ghost City, I believe that what he can do is not an exaggeration.
If this guy is really pushed into a hurry, he might even hold a concert on the streets of Ghost City and create a drama where they both die together.
"Don't worry, Lord God Envoy, I am confident that I can suppress Joseph. Whether or not he can be completely eliminated depends on the performance of you and Deputy City Lord Della." Jarende said quite confidently.
"Really? Joseph is not an ordinary saint. He has forbidden item 034 and is a great threat. Do you really have the confidence to suppress him?" Pleasant knew that in terms of strength alone, Jarende was definitely stronger. For Joseph, it remains to be seen whether Jerlend can deal with Joseph with 034.
"Of course..." Jarend took off the hearing aids from his ears and gave Plisson a firm and confident smile.
"I'm deaf, so his 034 doesn't pose much of a threat to me."
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