The paladins are very proud. As the strongest force in the sanctuary and also the 'core' of the sanctuary, they have the capital to be proud. This kind of pride will not show up when facing one's own people, but it will be revealed undoubtedly when facing outsiders.
Looking at the old man with a natural face, Beta smiled indifferently and said, "In what capacity are you enlisting me? As the royal family, or as the elders of the Red Magic Tower?"
The old paladin chuckled, "Only by myself."
The aura of narcissism spewed out, and Beta was a little helpless in shock: "You are the most stinky person I have ever seen."
The old paladin laughed: "I've lived to be more than ninety years old, and I've met too many people. A little guy like you who is arrogant about his talents must be disciplined. Now, immediately, come out with me, and spend all your money With your ability, you have wiped out those evil god breaths for me."
Beta put down the wine glass in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "What if I say no?"
"I don't mind beating you until you admit your mistake." The old paladin approached aggressively.
Beta stood up and kicked out without hesitation.
The old paladin stood in front of him with a sword, his eyes full of playful light.
If Beta didn't stop his kick, he would definitely hit the edge of the sword.
It's just that as a top player with extremely rich combat experience, Beta can't be recruited so easily.
His legs retracted halfway, and then a small fireball immediately burned the noodles.
After a bang, the old paladin came out from the smog. Although he was not injured, he was protected by a spontaneous light shield after all.
However, this small fireball still made his face a little ugly.
It was directly on the face. If this is not provocation and irony, then what is provocation and irony.
The domineering smile just now disappeared from his face, and the old paladin's face was replaced by prudence.
"I heard that you defeated Elena." The old paladin looked at Beta with a rather unhappy expression: "I thought you were playing tricks, but I didn't expect that you really have some skills."
This old paladin is one level higher than Elena, and has a lot more combat experience. If Elena encountered a small fireball just now, she would probably be in a hurry.
"If you want to fight outside, you can let your hands and feet go."
"No more." The old paladin waved his hand, then sat down on the chair opposite Beta, and said with a beating face, "If you don't help us, I'll just sit here and not leave."
I feel that there is no hope of winning, and if force fails, I will cheat. This kind of thing can only be done by those old and uncultivated people who don't care about face. He is determined that Beta dare not really hurt him, after all, he is a paladin, something must happen here, and the senior management of the sanctuary will definitely go crazy.
If ordinary people encounter this situation, they will definitely get their nose crooked with anger.
But Beta is different, he doesn't care at all.
"Okay, you can stay if you like." Beta smiled, and said to Angel next to her: "Go and call Judy, we are going on a trip, and we just asked a big man to watch the house for us."
"Are you not afraid that I will tear down your home?"
Beta laughed and said, "Let's tear it down, let's tear it down, just tear it down, as long as I feel a little distressed, it's considered a loss."
Angel smiled, turned around and went to find Judy, and then Beta also left the main hall.
Seeing this scene, the old paladin's complacent expression became a little ugly.
Far away, Xi Ke City.
This is the Sanctuary of the Temple of Storms. Although it is not comparable to the Sanctuary of Light, nor can it compare to Beta's new Woking City, it has a population of more than 500,000, making it a fairly prosperous city.
On the top edge of the white domed high-rise building, Emma, who was wearing a neat... short skirt, stood on the edge of the roof and stretched out her right hand forward.
The weak breeze swirled around her transparent fingertips, making a slight sound.
The wind brings the fragrance of grass from afar, the song of birds from afar, and the familiar longing from afar.
The new Pope has been elected, a fairly powerful middle-aged man, although a little radical in character is a small flaw, but he still has abilities.
Might not be quite up to the job yet, but there is no more capable man in the Church right now.
Moreover, the offensive of the Zoroastrian Cult is much weaker now. A week ago, Emma brought 300 high-ranking storm priests to descend from the air and directly raided the Zoroastrian Cult's forward marshal department, achieving a good record.
The arrogance of Zoroastrianism has also been curbed.
"I really want to see him."
Emma exhaled lightly, her delicate face was soft.
Even a strong woman, no matter how capable she is, once she falls in love and her lover is not around for a long time, she will become concerned about gains and losses.
"I don't know if my mother succeeded?"
As a woman, Emma naturally felt her mother's affection for Beta.
She didn't think it was strange, after all, Beta was like a brave man, saving his mother from fire and water.
As long as it is a woman, it is difficult to resist such a fairy tale-like plot.
She doesn't say anything on the surface, but she always feels weird in her heart, mother and daughter or something, it's really not very pleasant.
She couldn't help sighing again.
"Saint, the Pope hopes that you can come to the parliament to meet him." A female priest appeared at the stairs on the top floor.
"understood."
Floating directly from the roof to the ground, Emma walked to the Pope's Hall.
Two strong guards helped her open the thick white stone gate. She walked in and saw that the Pope was discussing matters with several bishops.
"Saint, I'm sorry to invite you here." Seeing Emma, the Pope interrupted the conversation with several bishops, walked directly to Emma, and said, "There is something I want to discuss with you."
Emma nodded slightly: "Please tell me."
"According to the news we have received, it seems that a sect has appeared in the rear of the Zoroastrian Cult, on the northern side of the Snow Country, and they are robbing believers, and it is developing very quickly." The Pope of Storms has a Chinese face, looking quite sincere, and also looks quite Majesty: "I heard that it is the God of Wealth. I heard that you, the Holy Maiden, have met the Pope of the God of Wealth and have a good relationship. Is it true?"
"really."
Emma knew there was no need to deny it. When she was seriously injured, she was recuperating in Woking City. Many people knew about it. Even if they didn't know, they could know after a little investigation. There was no point in lying.
The Pope and several bishops exchanged glances, and then he said: "Our Storm God Cult is in crisis now, so we must find a reliable ally, and we must have the same interests as us. Wealth God Cult Very suitable."
Looking into Emma's eyes, the Pope continued, "So, how about asking the Holy Maiden, as a diplomatic envoy, to discuss an alliance with the God of Wealth?"
Hearing this, Emma smiled.