exclusion? Isn't this a matter of course!
An archbishop who has been promoted for less than a year is still a woman and a beautiful woman. Most importantly, she seems to have no background. Such a person does not repel, bully, and does not pick soft persimmons. Do they want to deal with their own family? A force of about the same size
They are not fools.
They are indeed not fools, but now Monica is using her 'strength' to tell these people that she is qualified to be on an equal footing with them, not because she is a woman, not because she is young, nor because she has no background.
She simply has great strength.
Andrew, who was in charge of hosting the meeting, sighed in his heart at this moment. His original intention was to gather these people together, and everyone put pressure on Celia at the same time.
Let her understand that it is impossible for a person to fight a group.
But the current situation was completely beyond his expectations. At the beginning, everyone wanted to unite to put pressure on Monica, but after saying 'come to your house at night', the others retreated.
The instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages has penetrated into the bones of these people. Andrew felt suffocated in his heart, he snorted, and said to Monica: "Little girl, as an elder, I want to tell you some life experience... You can't go too far in life,"
"No, it's not me who is too much, but you." Monica said with a chuckle: "Some time ago, you saw that I was bullied by nobles and stopped talking about it. Now it is obvious that someone is targeting my temple. I ask for help." As for you, no one is willing to provide even a little bit of information. You even deliberately obstruct it, do you really think I have no temper?"
"It's none of our business that you caused trouble yourself?" an archbishop yelled.
Monica smiled and said: "You guys were talking about unity just now... Now it's my business again? What's the reason? Is it right or wrong? It all depends on your preferences?"
These words were full of obvious sarcasm, especially Monica's expression, with a three-point sarcasm in his smile, which made these archbishops feel angry and disgusted at the same time.
If it weren't for the fact that it would be too much of a disadvantage for both sides to fight, they might really want to beat this woman to death on the spot.
No matter how beautiful she is, she will not pity flowers and jade.
It's just that the reality is very skinny, and they found that they really don't have a good way. They do have manors and private soldiers, but their strength is mediocre. In this case, it is impossible for them to use the life guard to deal with Monica.
This kind of fratricide can be done in secret, but if it is brought to light, the entire divine sect will become the laughing stock of other sects.
Seeing that other people were unwilling to stand out, Andrew sighed again in his heart. For the first time, he felt that these people were all old and had no tenacity.
Feeling overwhelmed, he said, "Selia, tell me your conditions. Let's listen."
"Andrew, are you accepting her now?" an archbishop shouted, "This is what we agreed on..."
Monica looked at him with a strange smile.
The archbishop has always been a powerful man, and it is common for him to command the crowd, but now that Monica is staring at him with such a smile, he feels his scalp tingling.
He interrupted his words, turned his head away, as if nothing had happened.
The other archbishops were happy when they saw that he wanted to stand out, but now they saw him shrinking back, and immediately scolded him for being cowardly in their hearts.
It's just that they didn't think about it, and they didn't come out to confront Monica head-on. In essence, they are all the way.
Andrew was completely disappointed at this time, he said lightly: "Little girl, what do you want us to do?"
"Give me the information, give me the news you know." Monica said with a sneer: "But in order not to make you passive and slow down, if I don't receive useful news and clues, I will go to a random person every other day. Visit the archbishop's house, I think you will welcome me very much."
"You are going too far." Finally, an archbishop couldn't help jumping up, pointing at Monica and scolding: "Do you really think we are afraid of you? We have dozens of people here. If you don't believe me, we can't beat you." A little girl."
The archbishop pulled out a short staff from his wide sleeve, and shouted passionately: "Everyone come with me, take this opportunity..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a cold light passing by his side, and then the short staff in his hand broke and fell on the marble floor. down.
This voice was extremely piercing in the quiet hall.
The archbishop turned his head and saw a long sword with no handle on the back of the heavy wooden chair behind him.
He suddenly felt a little weak in his legs.
Beta, who stayed behind Monica all the time, looked at her hands without saying a word, and then smiled shyly to the surroundings: "Sorry, my hand slipped. I just wanted to draw the sword to protect Ms. Celia."
Monica looked at Beta, covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes overflowing with light.
Beta's hand is really too powerful.
Everyone present, including all the bishops, is capable, and most of them are masters. Although their actual combat ability is not strong, their eyesight is not weak.
At this time, they were also on the same level as the archbishop holding the broken staff, and cold sweat broke out on their backs. They blamed themselves, the throwing attack was too fast, they couldn't react at all.
In other words, as long as the soldier is given a few more weapons, he can kill all the big shots in the church in just two or three seconds.
Andrew also felt some sweat on his palms, and he said lightly: "Since I will help you check the news, I hope you can keep a low profile and stop messing around."
"Okay, no problem." Monica said with a smile: "I am very obedient, as long as others are right, they will treat him well."
Looking at Monica's smug expression, no one wants to talk to her.
Although the matter was negotiated, the result was an unhappy breakup. Monica returned to the church and stretched herself. She slept directly on Beta's bed with her long hair spread out, and the slight fragrance slowly permeated the room.
Looking at Beta, she seemed to see a unique treasure in the world, and the brilliance in her eyes was about to overflow.
"Beta, do you know? You were so brave just now, and you threw the sword out of the ground, scaring them all. At that time, Koros encouraged those people to do it. I was really a little scared, after all, their strength They are not weak, and if we really unite, I can't win."
"You can still run if you can't win." Beta looked at her: "At least you are the most capable of surviving on the battlefield among the people I know. If you don't count gods."
Monica gave him a blank look: "You make it sound like you know a god."
Beta really knew each other, and it was the two of them... But thinking about it, he felt that even if he told him, Monica wouldn't believe it.
"Then we are waiting for the news." Monica turned over and slept on the bed in a large font: "Who the hell took our people away."
Hostility once again appeared on Monica's face.
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