Magical battleship, Wings of Light.
"Don't worry about Jas' identity. Take him to the church for treatment. I don't want to hear anyone mention this again."
"yes……"
After the knight responded, he stood up and retreated.
Saya emerged at this moment and said with a puzzled look on her face: "My Lady, since the half-werewolf is supporting the orcs in the mountains, why do you let it go?"
Lovely smiled softly.
"Aren't you still following him these days? In that case, do you think he doesn't know about the beast tide? Since he would rather use his strength to prevent Jas from being exposed, he certainly has his intentions."
"Then does the princess know?"
"I don't know," Lovely looked very relaxed, "Don't forget that he still owes me two demands. It can be seen from the performance of the game that this person will not do meaningless and useless work, not to mention, he plans to borrow you. Isn’t it the power of?”
Saya said "Oh" without understanding.
"That perverted human went to the volcano again today."
…
Rift Mountains, active volcanic craters.
Rowe poured a glass of wine into Ramon's glass.
"Human beings can occasionally brew something worthy of praise."
The two clinked glasses from a distance, and Luo Wei took a sip and said, "In that case, how about giving me some funds? You are not a beautiful girl, and I don't have the time to treat you to drinks again and again."
"Haha..." Ramon smiled gloomily, and after confirming that the wine bottle had never been opened, he took out a money bag from his arms.
"Here, I hope you know how to use it properly."
Luo Wei weighed it with his hands.
Tsk...it's quite heavy.
Ramon told the recent information one by one, and after listening quietly, he suddenly said: "Speaking of which, do you know that something followed you a few times before?"
"I don't know, but I guessed it."
"oh?"
"She must be the princess's skilled machine girl," Luo Wei said matter-of-factly, "I have an anti-magic pendant on me, but I don't have a magic detector."
Ramon was intrigued by him, "How did you guess that?"
Luo Wei spread his hands.
"I participated in the elite competition to get information. I saw that the princess never had any guards around her. I have long heard that His Majesty the King gave the fifth princess a skilled craftsman in addition to a magic battleship. So what else could be following me?"
Ramon narrowed his eyes, "You just let it follow you?"
"Please, you don't sound like a fearless and dangerous person when you talk like this." Luo Wei took a sip of wine and said, "What can I do even if I know? Can I counter-detection or kill her? Then next time there will be a whole group of people who come with me. If you join the Royal Knights, just wait for the warships in the sky to plow you into a basin."
"Really?" Ramon lowered his head thoughtfully, "I feel the same way, as if you know more than me."
"Just tell me if it's useful."
"..."
Ramon couldn't argue.
The other party is like an insect that can be easily crushed, but it stops on the most important cake of the dinner party. The result of attacking him rashly is - maybe you may not be able to hit him, but you will definitely suffer heavy losses.
All the tests are impeccable and every piece of information is authentic and credible. Even if you let down your vigilance, you won't be able to find any flaws.
What does he want?
Even though he was the high priest of the Yin God and the other party was just a nobody, Ramon always had the feeling that this young man was more dangerous than himself.
This made him couldn't help but begin to identify with the other party, thinking that if he let the other party make the overall plan, he would do better than himself, and even lead the Yinshen Sect to an unprecedented peak era...
No, Ramon immediately stopped this dangerous idea. When he becomes mentally dependent, the initiative is no longer in his hands.
"Aren't you tired of having a gloomy face every day?" Luo Wei was stared at for a long time, and couldn't help but said, "Life takes one day at a time, drink!"
Ramon picked up the wine glass naturally, but frowned deeply.
He just wants to solve the problem here as soon as possible.
Otherwise, I really won’t be able to take action against him.
"All preparations have been completed, but I hope the arrival of Matthew Daedalus, the Church of Prayer, will not affect our plans."
Luo Wei, who was picking up the cup, was startled.
"who?"
Hearing the name, he stood up and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.
"Matthew Daedalus, the itinerant priest of the Church of Prayer," Ramon looked at the wine spilled on the ground with a gray face, "What, do you know him?"
Luo Wei's expression dropped to freezing point.
"I go first."
He directly crushed a teleportation crystal and left. Looking at this scene, Ramon regained a familiar aura that he had not seen for a long time.
"It turns out that there are times when he loses his temper like this."
He looked down at the glass in his hand, sloshing the wine slightly.
"What on earth...makes him care so much?"
…
…
Prayer church hall, confessional.
"...So, the believer girl really did what you said and confirmed my guess?"
"Well..." Vermeer's face turned slightly red, and she said to Sister Martha through the partition, "What she is wondering now is why that person is sometimes so annoying, and sometimes gives people an inexplicable sense of security. "
Martha on the opposite side said softly "Huh".
"How do you know so clearly? It's as if you have experienced it yourself. Could it be that that believer girl is..."
Vermeer's heart suddenly rose to her throat.
No way? It should be impossible for Martha to see it!
"Is this your friend?"
"Ah? Ah... yes, yes!" Vermeer breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't tell this matter. I hope I can keep it a secret for her."
"Okay, I still want to ask if it's Linda or Desna," Martha said with a slight sigh, "But wouldn't it be easier to explain this way? Let me ask you, if the other party no longer prohibits girls from All the actions, is it possible for her to do that to other men?”
Vermeer blinked.
"That kind of thing?"
"Yeah, just like stretching out your legs and asking the other person if they look good."
"What!!" Vermeer stood up and almost hit her head on the wall of the confessional, "How is that possible! How could she do this to other people!"
Martha frowned on the other side.
I'm not asking you why you are so excited.
"That's easy to say," she said through the partition while holding her chin, "maybe the person with the problem is not the man, but your friend."
"……Eh?"
"You just talked about dislike and security, right? This contradictory feeling comes from yourself. Is your friend starting to have some feelings towards him..."
Boom, boom, boom.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door of the confessional.
"People inside, come out quickly!"
Vermeer and Martha showed doubts at the same time and pushed open the small door of the confessional. At some point, a group of priests appeared in the hall, and the original nuns and priests all stood aside.
"Are you...?" Vermeer frowned, "Bishop Monica went to Holy Ordination Mountain, and we didn't receive any news of the arrival of the visiting priests."
"Master Mattai is responsible for the selection of the successor of the Holy Lady of Prayer. There is no need to report the whereabouts to any local bishop."
Saint?
Just as she was about to speak out, Martha on the side tugged on her skirt and whispered: "Stop talking and come with me."
The two walked to where the others were standing, but as soon as they stopped, two patrol officers came to Vermeer.
"It's you, come with us."
Vermeer opened her eyes slightly, and Martha and the other priests lowered their heads deeply. Indeed, the church's dogma states that the local church must cooperate with the patrol officers in their patrol work, and even the bishop cannot directly defy the wishes of the patrol priest.
Following the other party to Monica's office, sitting there was a long-faced man wearing a blue, white and gold patterned priest's robe. He was older and his eyes were very oppressive.
"Are you Vermeer Vondist?"
"Yes." Vermeer responded and turned around, seeing the two patrol officers who brought her in closing the door as they left.
"very good."
Mattai took off the white gloves on his hands and nodded.
"Take off your clothes."
Vermeer's eyes suddenly changed.
"What? Could you please say it again?"
Mattai smiled, stood up from the chair and walked around to the desk, looking at her from a distance.
"I am Mattei Daedalus, the visiting priest directly under the church headquarters. I am responsible for touring various places to select the next successor saint. If you don't take off your clothes, how can I tell whether you are qualified?"
“I apply to Bishop Monica”
"rude!!"
Mattei interrupted her loudly.
"I shoulder the important responsibility of selecting the next Saint of Prayer. This is a great and unstoppable holy wish. So what if a local bishop comes?"
Vermeer clenched her fists, and the surge of magic power circulated in her body.
"I don't want to be a saint," she said, stepping back.
Mattai's eyes smiled coldly.
"Then how about I say this? I will personally test whether all the nuns and priests meet the qualifications until the saint is selected. I think you have high potential. As long as you pass the test, others will not have to pay this much. sacrifice."
"Is this a threat?" Wei Mier's eyes filled with awe.
Nice look.
This made Matai's face start to look ferocious.
"As long as you take off your clothes here and let me check it with my own hands, I will consider postponing the tests of other nuns, and I will also forgive your rudeness and not report Monica's negligence to the Archbishop, and maybe... the entire church You are the only one who needs to make sacrifices."
"no."
"What?" Mattai pretended not to hear clearly with great interest, "As the official priest of the White Harbor Town Church, are you refusing to pay your due obligations to the church?"
Vermeer raised her head.
She stood up straight, straightened her chest, clenched her fists with both hands, and yelled as loud as she could:
"Yes, I say, I refuse!"
