fallen devil

Chapter 76 No.70 Negotiation in Act Six
Rogue Camp Cathedral, Executive Priest Room.

The scenery outside the window is unobstructed, whether it is the houses lined up, the figure of Hades walking alone on the street, or even Rogue below.

See clearly.

"It seems that professionals have really suffered a heavy loss this time."

Under the gorgeous wooden table, red cotton shoes stepped on the luxurious floor stalls. The middle-aged clergyman looked away from the window, "Who told these professionals to be too arrogant? This is God's will, and it is destined to disaster to come."

Raising his hand slightly, the ruby ​​ring on his ring finger glowed faintly.

Needless to say, he was wealthy.

Wearing a white robe with black edges that didn't match the color of the shoes, he took light steps and calmly returned to the seat by the window. The pale golden curtain was drawn and the light dimmed a lot.

"Don't worry, cutie, you are different from them."

As if aware of the mistakes in his words, he squinted and smiled, showing his yellowed teeth, and explained to the suffocatingly beautiful figure in front of him.

Amber Merowa, one of the twin stars of Camp Rogue, Nania was not with her at the moment.

"A cathedral does not represent a god, at least not yet."

Amber Merrowa's beautiful blue eyes were unwavering, and she continued calmly: "If you are wearing Zakarum's teaching uniform instead of the 'Roso Church' teaching uniform, then This sentence is still a little convincing.”

She will not be swayed by the ugly gesture deliberately made by the other party. After several years of practicing royal rituals, this calm posture has long been perfected.

Rather, the executive priest who deliberately expresses his desire is the one that falls behind.

It is worth mentioning that the so-called 'Rosuo Church' is actually what the Zakarum Church was remodeled into at Rogge Camp.

Although the composition of the forces is intricate, but after peeling away the cocoons and following the clues to find them, there are still a few subordinate forces in the end.

"Oh--"

The middle-aged priest squinted his eyes, looked at Amber's petite but still enchanting body unscrupulously, and his breathing gradually became heavy, "It's a good thing that you can let go."

Amber's blue eyes moved slightly, and her delicate brow furrowed for a moment, then immediately let go.

Disgusting guy.

She whispered in her heart, and her white hands began to clasp inside the sleeves of her formal and wide robe.

Clap, clap.

Before Amber could speak, he patted his left leg with great joy, and then smiled like a wild boar: "According to what my believers said, you have only been in the Rogue camp for less than two weeks. I'm afraid you're not very familiar with the church?"

"There's someone you'd be interested in, I'm sure."

Staring at his confident smile, Amber narrowed her blue eyes slightly, and then asked cooperatively, "Excuse me, who is it?"

"She and you are two completely different beauties, but also, very good, really memorable, yes, endless aftertaste."

The disgusting way of answering turned out to be a woman?
As if thinking of something, his face was flushed red with excitement. He didn't care about Amber's undisguised gaze of disgust, and continued: "The beautiful mage in the Luoge camp, Zhu Lan is cute."

"You're right, it's that 'Zhu Lan'."

He admired the shock that could not be concealed on Amber's face, showing a triumphant ugly smile.

"!!!"

For a split second, incredible colors flashed across Amber's eyes.

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. Although I considered that the 'Luosuo Church' would infiltrate the professional team, I didn't expect it to be that person.

He has a heroic figure, spotless black short hair, and a delicate and beautiful face.

Zhu Lan, a senior she admired as a sorcerer, is also the first female sorcerer of Rogge Camp.

How can a beauty who is at a transcendent level in both beauty and strength hang out with the middle-aged man in front of him?
The scary thought made her heart beat faster, and the next moment, she cut off the messy thoughts.

"Oh, so it is."

Amber, who reacted immediately, sneered, and then raised her hand. If the real fire elements gathered on it, the temperature of the whole room suddenly rose.

The purple-red Westmarch mage pattern slowly took shape, and the fine flames danced like elves, radiating heat around the dazed middle-aged man.

"You, you really dare to attack me here?"

The proud expression dissipated, and the middle-aged man showed embarrassment and spoke incoherently, "Don't forget your identity! Amber Melova!"

The flames swayed and landed on his clothes, and the pitch-black ash gradually spread, slowly drifting away, and dissipated invisible.

The high temperature was like a rope, tightening his neck in an instant.

Seriously, the middle-aged man who realized this didn't even have time to wipe off the tense sweat from his forehead, so he hurriedly changed his words: "I understand, I understand, let's talk about business, right? You can’t pay it, you can’t pay it.”

"Miss Amber, we are allies, right? There is no need to do anything. If you have something to say, I beg you—"

Trying to keep his body from collapsing on the ground, the executive priest gritted his teeth, looked at the frosty blond beauty in horror, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Humph."

Amber snorted coldly, raised her white left hand, and the pattern of Master Westmarch dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

The flame froze in an instant, and the suffocating heat receded like a tide, and his frightened panting gradually weakened, and he calmed down after a while.

Damn woman!
I, Le Pidou Gong Zhu, will one day want you to look good!
The middle-aged man maintained the expression of fear on his face, roaring hysterically in his heart.

"Gong Zhu, your desire is like an ugly pig, without the slightest bottom line."

"Such a clumsy and dirty lie can be told!"

Amber Merova stared at the executive priest in front of her with cold eyes, and continued: "In addition, you'd better restrain yourself from your disgusting peeks and assumptions about Miss Zhu Lan."

She issued a majestic warning: "Next time, you will be reduced to ashes."

"Okay, this is natural."

The executive priest was obsequious and nodded repeatedly.

There's not much more to say.

Sighing inwardly and putting away the scowl on her face, Amber Merova turned around coldly, her beautiful blond hair swaying leaving an elegant fragrance, and finally walked out of the room quickly.

boom!
The door of the room was slammed hard, and the executive priest was stunned for a moment, and then threw himself down to the place where Amber had been with great joy, greedily sniffing the remaining fragrance.

Saliva flew with his laughter.

As Amber puts it, he's like an ugly pig.

"Amber Merova, Amber Merova, Amber Merova..."

A ferocious light flickered in his eyes, "Without my help, you would not be able to gain the trust of the Bishop. Hehe, I will get you sooner or later."

"And that arrogant and glamorous female mage... Shame! Shame! Everything must be surrendered!"

After straightening his somewhat messy clothes, he opened the door without changing his expression, put on his usual solemn mask, and walked to another part of the corridor.

There is a room full of "Prayer Boxes", and it is also a place for the high-level members of the 'Luosuo Church' to vent.

(End of this chapter)