Establishing an all-round alliance with the God of Wealth is something Emma has always wanted to do.
It's just that in the Temple of Storms, the saint's symbolic meaning is greater than her actual power. If in peacetime, I resigned from the position of saintess and became a little man next to Beta, even if there was some dissatisfaction in the church, the opposition would not be too loud.
But now it was the time when the Temple of Storms was in turmoil. If she just left like this, she could fully imagine how much the morale of the Temple of Storms would be hit.
It is even very likely to become the trigger for the destruction of the Storm God Cult.
Emma can't do such a thing.
But if the God Cult decides to ally with the Fortune God Cult and send her as a diplomat, then she can be open and above board and use official business to do some small actions that suit her mood.
Back in her room, a maid who served her all year round asked, "Saint, what is so happy about?"
This maid knew that her saint was actually very talkative.
"Is it so obvious?"
Emma stood in front of the mirror, and in the mirror was a charming girl with a bright and joyful smile on her face.
In Lago County, Beta really left the manor with Judy and Angel, and even the Silver Wing Mercenaries. Now the manor is empty.
The old paladin looked at the empty manor with a gloomy expression.
He really didn't expect that the other party really abandoned the manor. This manor is not very big, but it is worth at least two or three hundred gold coins.
What's more, the manor still represents his own property, but this person can give up as long as he says he can give up, without delaying anything. This is completely beyond his expectations, and even more out of his grasp of things.
A holy guard ran beside him: "Holy Inquisitor of Light, the target has already left the city."
The old paladin muttered, "I see."
The tone is a little irritable.
Standing in place for a while, the strong sunlight at noon shone on him, and the light power filled with the sunlight made his mood gradually calm down.
Then he went to the City Lord's Mansion and reported his name.
Not long after, the city lord received him.
In the spacious living room, the old city lord was dressed in a fine attire. Although he was old, he still had a bit of power against the backdrop of the fine attire.
The old paladin was only wearing white armor, but he had already crushed the city lord in fine clothes in terms of temperament.
"City Master, we may have to move away." The old paladin said frightening words as soon as he opened his mouth: "Your territory may be shrouded in evil spirits from now on."
The city lord's expression was a little ugly. After hearing this, his expression was almost distorted.
"The evil god was caused by your Guangming Temple. You are not responsible for solving it, but now you come to tell me that my territory is about to end? Did the people of your Guangming God Sect grow up eating shit?"
The ear-piercing roar made the old paladin's ears buzz.
When the old paladin heard this, his expression was extremely ugly: "We have tried our best, and besides, this matter may not be caused by our Guangming God Sect. City Lord, you'd better pay attention to what you say."
"I pay attention to the fart." The old city owner jumped up angrily: "This is my territory. I let you Guangming Temple preach here because you don't cause trouble, but now, you have brought me all the evil gods!" .Something went wrong, and instead of being irresponsible, you actually told me that I had to give up my territory. Do you think I am an idiot, or are you an idiot?"
Normally, the old city lord would not dare to talk to a paladin like this, but now, when it comes to major matters involving the survival of his territory, even if it is death, he is not afraid, and he has to fight anyway.
The old paladin frowned.
It has to be said that some men look more interesting as they get older, and this old paladin is the same. Although he only frowns, he has a breezy and thin air.
It is true that what the old city lord said was not pleasant, but the old paladin also understood that what the other party said made sense.
The breath of the evil god came out of the Temple of Light... This is yellow mud falling into the crotch, it's either shit or shit.
Even if the Guangming God Sect doesn't want to take this blame, it has to take it.
"This matter really has nothing to do with our Guangming God Sect." Although it is a fait accompli fact, the old paladin still wants to fight for it: "Our temple is also a victim, why don't you check, who is there recently? Preaching for the evil god."
"Don't change the subject." The old city lord is not stupid, and his old face turned red with anger: "If there are really evil gods preaching, they shouldn't descend on the address of your Temple of Light. I'm here to warn you, if you don't take this After the matter is settled, even if Laguo County is destroyed, you don’t want to continue preaching in Manorland in the future.”
see a visitor out!
Then the old paladin was kicked out of the city lord's mansion.
Although the Kingdom of France is the back garden of the Temple of Light, they can be regarded as covering the sky in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of the great nobles, they are just a power similar to the royal family.
The teachings of the Temple of Light persuade the people to work hard and teach them how to be respectful. This is of great benefit to their rule, so they also welcome the Temple of Light to preach in their territory.
As long as there is no strong army in the temple.
But if the Temple of Light becomes the source of 'disaster', then the nobles will no longer be willing to let the Temple of Light stay in their territory.
Laguo County is not a big city, and the old city owner doesn't have much strength.
But the old city lord's family is the direct lineage of the great lord of Tajing, and the old city lord is a collateral line.
If Laguo County was really destroyed by the breath of evil gods, the old city lord fled back to his home and told the story, and it would be even more difficult for the Temple of Light to preach in Tajing in the future.
Coming out of the City Lord's Mansion, the old paladin felt extremely aggrieved.
His fighting power is strong, but not stronger than the legendary level. He can do things upright, take a slant, or play tricks regardless of his face. It stands to reason that there should be no disadvantages in doing things.
It's just that a young man didn't follow his old tricks of cheating and cheating, and just left.
Then the old city lord didn't care about his reputation as a paladin at all, and only believed that the evil spirit's aura was produced by their Guangming Temple.
They are all very troublesome people.
One can't beat the other and the other can't.
What a mess of shit. The old paladin wrinkled his face and looked bored. He knew that he would not be involved in this matter.
"What should we do next, Your Excellency Nuo Xinghan?"
The adjutant next to him asked.
"What can we do? We don't have the ability to purify the breath of evil gods." The old paladin sighed: "Ask for help from the sanctuary, maybe the saint has to move."
The adjutant nodded, and went to the side to assign the manpower to report the news.
At this time, the sun was about to set, and the fire clouds beside the setting sun were beautiful like red amber.
"what a shame."
The old paladin muttered under his breath.