Emma was a little surprised when she saw the girl, but she smiled on her face: "Adela, we meet again."
The person who came was the new saint of the Temple of Storms. She used to be one of Emma's maids and worshiped Emma crazily.
Only two years later, she became a saint, and her worship of Emma disappeared.
"Emma, don't be hypocritical." Edla took two steps forward, pointed at Emma's nose and cursed: "Yesterday you sat on a giant dragon to demonstrate, but today I heard that you were surrounded by troops. What do you want to do after leaving our holy city?"
"It's none of my business." Emma shook her head slightly, her face calm: "This is my man's decision."
Edla glanced at Beta who was eating, and seemed to ignore everything at all. She knew that this was the legendary Pope Beta, and she didn't dare to scold him, so her attention turned back to Emma again.
"Aren't you going to persuade you to be a man?" Edla said with grief and indignation on his face, "This was your home, and we all regarded you as a relative. And you just watched us being bullied like this?"
It seems that the news of the siege of the Holy City of Storms is known to everyone. Beta continued to eat breakfast, not wanting to get involved in the quarrel between the two girls.
After all, this is Emma’s own business.
Emma stood up and said with a smile, "Yeah, I used to regard this place as my home, but didn't you sell me later?"
"This..." Aidela was stunned for a moment, and then shouted even more angrily: "So you hold a grudge? In the teachings of our Storm God Sect, isn't it true that believers need to have an attitude of gratitude? Thanks to you Or the former Saintess, can't she lead by example?"
Boo Chi! Beta couldn't help laughing. For the first time, he realized that someone could really tell such fallacies in public.
Hearing Beta's laughter, the old and new saints were a little embarrassed.
Emma simply felt that her successor was an idiot, and she felt that she had lost face in front of Beta.
But Edla felt that if she was so angry, she had lost her manners in front of the guests.
Emma took a deep breath: "You should set the example before, Edora, now I will give you a chance to set an example. If you take the initiative to resign from the position of saint, I will let Beta retreat, how about it?"
Aidera was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red: "You are... so despicable. How can you be so despicable?"
Seeing Edara's appearance, Emma shook her head slightly: "You can't do it, you are attached to the position of the saint. You came to trouble me because you think that the Storm God Cult is in danger of being conquered, so Go on, you may not be a saint in the future!"
"I'm not!"
"Then remove the position of saint!" Emma laughed. On the small face, there was some devilish banter.
"You can't guarantee that Pope Beta will retreat."
"But you can bet." Emma walked in front of Aedra, touched the latter's smooth face, and said with a smile: "If you are so noble, then as a saint, for the safety of the religion, you have a little You have to gamble on every possibility, don’t you?”
Edra stepped back from Emma's hand, her body shaking. Emma was right, if she was really that noble, she should immediately relinquish her position as a saint and bet on the possibility of Beta's withdrawal.
But she really can't do it.
"Anyone can tell the truth." Emma laughed: "It's easy to ask others to do it, but it's very difficult to do it yourself."
Sorilana laughed twice at this time, she really couldn't help it.
The crisp voice echoed in the room, Edora's expression was green and white, and finally she turned around and left, there was no other way, she really had no face to stay any longer.
After Edla left, Emma was not as happy as expected, she sighed and sat back on the chair.
"Why, haven't you put down the Temple of Storms?"
"No." Emma shook her head: "I just lament the change of Edra. She was a very good child before."
Sorilana said beside him: "You are still a child. Although you are sixteen years old, your body is still fourteen."
Emma blushed a little: "But she really followed me since she was a child. I watched her grow up, so I always feel that she is still a child."
Sorilana finished eating the pastry on her plate, and then asked: "If she is really willing to give up the position of saint, do you really ask Beta to retreat?"
Emma was lost in thought.
Beta answered at this time: "If that saint really does this, then I will retreat?"
"Why?" Emma was a little surprised, and then looked Beta up and down for a while: "Could it be that you also fell in love with her?"
"How is it possible!" Beta sighed, and said, "She is inferior to you in terms of appearance, temperament, and even bearing. I am not such a hungry person."
"That is?"
"As a saint, if she is really willing to give up this identity for the safety of the Temple of Storms, then it means that she does have enough heart. It means that the Storm God Sect can still be saved." Beta smiled and said: "Then I will grow up and directly Retreat, and then look for an opportunity to infiltrate the Storm God Cult, and then promote her to the position of female pope. But now it seems that she does not have that kind of tolerance."
"She made a wrong choice, and she could have soared into the sky." Emma quietly looked at Beta for a while: "Now you are more and more powerful, and you don't know whether it is good or bad."
"Actually, I don't know." Beta continued after a while, "But no matter what, if you want to expand the Wealth God Cult, some things must be compromised."
Emma sighed softly. She really missed Beta in Reed Village. Although she was more self-willed in doing things, she had a free and easy demeanor.
But now the beta is bound, she can feel it.
Perhaps it is responsibility, or it may be other reasons.
Emma couldn't tell Beta not to be Pope... Sitting in this position, it's up to the parties to decide whether to stay or not.
The room was silent for a while, when Beta was about to say something, he saw a guard come in and said, "Your Majesty Beta, there is a guest who wants to see you."
"Ask him to come in." Beta nodded. Then he gestured to the three women with his eyes.
Emma and the others went upstairs immediately.
Not long after, a young man walked in.
He was dressed in fine clothes and was obviously of noble descent. When he saw Beta, he seemed a little nervous. After bending slightly, he said: "Nice to meet you, Your Majesty Beta, I'm Tyson Philip, I hope you can come to my family's manor tonight Sit down, as an ordinary person."
Beta thought for a while and asked, "I don't believe you."
"This is the sincerity of our family." The young man took out a magic contract from his shirt.