The gray-haired Conan Doyle's clothes were messy and his mouth was bloody. He looked at Roland expectantly, but did not dare to speak.
Behind Conan Doyle, there were his old wife, two sons, two daughters-in-law, and two children, one older and one younger.
The older one is about ten years old and the younger one is about seven years old.
This group of people had a look of fear on their faces. Due to the prestige of the Temple of Storms, they did not dare to move, and their hands were tied obediently.
Roland looked at it for a while, then looked back at the leading middle-aged male priest and said in a gentle tone: "Are these people also involved in the affairs of Sicily City?"
The middle-aged priest looked Roland up and down, a little wary, but his tone did not give in at all: "Who are you? People who do not have any background in the Temple of Storms should get out of their way."
These words were arrogant enough, and Roland smiled: "There is indeed no background, but this city of Delbon. For the time being, I have the final say."
Cage nodded with satisfaction. He felt that Roland's neither humble nor overbearing attitude was very good. His niece's man should have such momentum.
"Are you the city lord?" The middle-aged priest looked at Roland with a hesitant expression.
"no."
The middle-aged priest said, he knew who Roland was.
Before coming to Delbon City, he had done some research and found out that someone in Delbon City now controlled the city lord's palace and had gained control of the city in disguise.
It's just that he didn't remember this person's name.
"I understand your ability." The middle-aged pastor nodded: "I will give you face and explain to you why these people are taken away. They are the rebels and have deep ties with the sinners of Sicily. Contact. According to the oracles of the gods, I will take them away and condemn them. Do you understand?"
Roland turned to Conan Doyle and asked, "Are you really involved in the incident of the God Rebel in Sicily City?"
"No, no!" Conan Doyle was old and mature after all. He immediately saw that Roland meant to speak for him. He immediately seized this opportunity and shouted hurriedly: "Sir Roland, I didn't, I really didn't. He The person I'm talking about is my brother, I only communicate with him occasionally. For more than a year, my whole family has not even been to Delbon City... ah."
When Conan Doyle said this, he was punched directly in the abdomen by a young priest behind him.
After screaming, he fell to his knees and kept vomiting stomach acid.
Roland raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you let him finish?"
The middle-aged pastor turned around and winked at the young pastor who had just beaten him. Then he turned back to Roland and said, "He is talking nonsense. Of course, we cannot let him talk nonsense."
"But I want to hear it."
Roland's smile became even more obvious.
Seeing Roland's attitude, the middle-aged pastor knew that things were not going well. His expression became solemn: "Your Majesty, do you really intend to become an enemy of our Storm Temple?"
"It's you who are causing trouble on my territory." Roland said calmly: "Now you are going to beat me up and accuse me of causing trouble to you. Are all the people in the Temple of Storms so unreasonable and arrogant?"
When the young priest heard this, his expression immediately changed, and he became angry and wanted to come up and beat Roland.
But the middle-aged priest directly stopped his subordinate. He looked at Roland, his expression of surprise became more and more serious, and finally asked: "You are not a nobleman with such arrogant tone of voice. The nobleman has met someone from our temple." , will all be in awe... In this world, there is only one kind of person who does not have a sense of awe of God, are you the son of gold?"
"It seems that you have not investigated the news about this city before coming here." Roland smiled and said: "Yes, I am indeed the Son of Gold..."
Then Roland's expression seemed to change a little, and his eyes became a little sharper.
As soon as these words came out, not to mention the middle-aged pastor, even the young pastor who was so fierce that he wanted to hit someone just now fell silent.
Their expressions were very tangled, as if they wanted to be tough but didn't quite want to be tough.
It has been almost two years since the Golden Son appeared in this world. In these two years, a lot of things have happened.
This group of psychopaths who stay up late at night and run around everywhere, even poking sticks into the smelly ditches in front of other people's homes to see if they can fish out anything weird, have already shown their reputation and characteristics to everyone. worldly people.
Most of the Golden Sons are troublemakers and want to take care of anything unfair.
When drunkards get into fights, they will break up the fight, and if they are attacked, they will beat them down together.
When a man beats his wife, the female golden son will hit hard and beat the husband half to death before leaving.
He would also help old ladies cross the street, help crying children pick wild fruits, and make them happy.
They can even do these small things, let alone the big things related to good and evil, life and death.
These golden sons, no matter who you are, as long as you do bad things, they dare to take care of you.
From the royal family and nobles to the flower-armed peddlers, there is no one they are afraid of, no one they dare not beat.
They also have several Sons of Gold priests in the Temple of Storms. One of the Sons of Gold discovered that a certain Cardinal Archbishop secretly had a female priest, and then exposed it, and was beaten to death by the Cardinal Archbishop.
After his resurrection, the Golden Son priest launched several suicide attacks on the Cardinal Archbishop, but all failed.
But for some reason, the Golden Sons who were practicing in temples in other cities learned the news and came over to form a team. The five of them beat the Cardinal Archbishop to death.
This should have been a big deal, but in the end the Storm Goddess did not issue an oracle to blame, and the Pope even took the initiative to suppress the matter and handled it appropriately so that the family scandal would not be made public.
In the end, the five golden sons who killed the Cardinal Archbishop became alternate bishops.
Since then, the priests of the Temple of Storms have known that once the Sons of Gold start to take things seriously, it means that they have begun to stand on the moral high ground, and things will become troublesome.
Several people looked at each other, and the middle-aged priest turned to look at Conan Doyle, who was still retching, and asked: "Old man, I want to ask you something, have you really not been out of Delbon City in more than a year?"
Conan Doyle shook his head vigorously. Because of the pain, it was difficult for him to speak: "No, really no, Your Excellency."
"Then it seems that we have been misled by some people." The leading middle-aged male pastor shook out a gold coin, grabbed Conan Doyle's hand, and forced it into his hand: "This is compensation for disturbing you. .”
Conan Doyle looked up in surprise at the middle-aged male priest who suddenly changed his tune.
He couldn't have known more than half an hour ago how vicious this man was.
The other party broke into their house and without saying a word, he first beat himself and his two sons up, and then said that they were rebels and would be taken back to the temple and burned to death.
Are you apologizing to yourself now
The leading middle-aged man ignored Conan Doyle's gaze. He turned to look at Roland and said, "Now that the matter has been clarified, let's leave first and have a chance to chat with Mr. Roland again."
After speaking, the middle-aged priest waved his hand and left with a dozen of his men.
The two female priests wore short skirts, revealing their long white thighs.
The female priests of the Storm God Cult do not wear heavy armor.
They walked past Roland, not even daring to raise their heads.
After the group of people completely left, Conan Doyle's family members all breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.
Conan Doyle kept thanking Roland.
Roland waved his hand, turned around and left slowly.
Cage asked his men to untie Conan Doyle's family, while he caught up with Roland.
He asked strangely: "If the middle-aged priest just refused to give in, would you really kill him?"
"Even if you are Andonara's uncle, you can't taint someone's innocence for no reason. When will I kill someone?" Roland asked strangely.
Cage cut his voice disdainfully: "When I was a mercenary, I experienced many more battles than you think. I am very familiar with murderous intent. Just now you had murderous intent, but it was very strong. .”
Roland chuckled: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who kills people randomly?"
"No, but you really wanted to kill him, so you must have your reasons."
Roland smiled meaningfully.
At this time, in his field of vision, a system prompt popped up: The task of "Preventing the Temple of Storms from taking away Conan Doyle" has been completed, and he has gained 220 character experience points.
On the other side, after leaving the city gate, the middle-aged priest kept walking out, and then walked directly into a small forest. Seeing that no one was chasing him, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and held the man next to him with one hand. The tree trunk was bent over and panting. The two female priests next to it were also sweating profusely and their faces were pale, as if they were seriously ill.
The other ten male priests didn't know why. Seeing the three of them like this, they felt strange: "What's wrong with you?"
"That Roland just wanted to kill us!" The middle-aged priest wiped the sweat from his head like raindrops: "I still have to be alert and resourceful, otherwise we will really have to deal with it."
The ten priests looked at each other.
The young pastor who was very fierce before said strangely: "No, his expression just now seems to be quite normal to me."
"On the surface, it's quite normal." The middle-aged priest said with lingering fear: "But suddenly there was a strong murderous intention in his eyes, very strong. If we continue to stay, he will really kill If you don’t believe it, you can ask them both.”
The middle-aged pastor pointed to the two female pastors.
The two female priests nodded vigorously.
These two female priests are Windsingers, a unique profession in the Temple of Storms.
The so-called wind is air flow, air. They Windsingers can read the information contained in the surrounding air, including but not limited to smell, as well as the emotions of the people around them.
When Roland had murderous intent, the two of them really felt it.
They were scared to death, so they didn't dare to look at Roland.
The young pastor was stunned for a while, and then anger rose in his heart. He was about to shout, 'How dare he?', but then he endured it.
The other party is the son of gold, so he is really brave.
The young pastor reluctantly punched the tree trunk next to him. He turned around and asked, "Bishop, is this the end of our mission? The Pope will be disappointed with us when we go back, and he may even lock us in a cell for a few days."
"Being imprisoned for a few days is better than losing your life." The middle-aged priest said helplessly: "Conan Doyle has the Golden Son to protect him. We can't touch him, and we don't dare to touch him. The sword ghost Kazan is powerful enough, right? In order to protect a little maid, the Golden Son even killed the legendary swordsman Kazan, and it was all done by a group of women. We are a bunch of shit! Do you really think he doesn't dare to kill us?"