The bishop rolled his eyes slyly. Although he was wearing luxurious clothes and holding a jewel-studded staff, his head was in the shape of a four-horned black sheep. His square amber pupils naturally revealed a demonic charm.
"Well..." He pretended to be arrogant, "You also know that on the battlefield, swords have no eyes. They may be crazy, confused, or they may have seen it wrong. Of course, it is more likely that they are right. After all, they are the so-called invincible magic horses. Whoever can get their loyalty can become the master of this world, just like you..."
He drew out his voice and sighed, "So, what can I expect from the deserters' last words? It is up to you to decide whether their last words are true or false."
Behind the curtain, Angela did not speak for a long time. After a while, he uttered a vague "hmm" as if he was awakened from a doze.
"Your cautious loyalty really puts other court officials to shame." Angela's tone was indistinguishable from her emotions. "To be honest, after being seriously injured, I have lost my sense of those traitors, but since this is your request, I will send someone to find out the situation. I'm tired, please go down."
The bishop bowed respectfully and stepped out of the audience room.
When he was completely out of Angra's sight, the bishop said coldly, "Sooner or later, he will die of his self-righteousness and greed."
The bishop's attendant held his staff carefully and spoke in a lower voice than he did: "You just tried to anger the prince, which is too dangerous..."
"Because I can feel that the power attached to the cursed nail has begun to loosen, and this is all his fault." The bishop said hoarsely, word by word, "He'd better know what he is doing. If the magic horse really breaks free, we will all be doomed!"
"Let the prince face the wrath of those horses!" the attendant said hastily, "We can just watch the battle from the sidelines. No matter who wins, it will not affect our status."
The bishop suddenly turned his head, squinted his sheep eyes, and pinched the pet servant's flawless white face with his hands with black and gold sharp claws.
"Let me ask you, when you failed in your robbery attempt and then started to kill a family of your kind, did you ever think about coming here after death?" He asked gently, "The pure white people who are not stained with sin will not go to hell. Just remember this - none of us is innocent."
He slowly loosened his hand, and watched with pleasure as his servant endured the pain and the bloody hole on his face gradually healed. But soon, this bit of joy was like a thin layer of frost that met the light, disappearing in an instant, leaving only the bottomless gloom.
"We are all involved in this matter..." Looking towards the direction of the royal city, the bishop muttered to himself, "You can continue to be arrogant. If you are really exposed, you will be the first to be annihilated, Angra."
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"It's time to go to bed!"
Yu Mengzhou held the pillow—which he had snatched—and announced loudly.
The magic horses looked at their companions. After a while, a magic horse standing behind him said quietly and shyly: "We don't need to sleep..."
Yu Mengzhou looked back and when the demon horse "Calamity" met his gaze, it quickly hid its body back in the darkness of the cave, leaving only one eye exposed to secretly look at him.