Don't confiscate my citizenship

A few minutes later.

The battle ended almost as briefly and violently as a storm.

The crew and guards on the deck of the merchant ship were completely subdued and tied up with little chance of resistance. Their weapons were scattered on the ground, and only weak fists were left in their hands.

Their eyes were full of fear and distress, as if they were completely unable to understand why they were attacked by the Resurrectionists, and they were unwilling to guess what would happen to them next.

Among all the people on the merchant ship, only Viscount Francis was standing and not tied up. An imperceptible tension made his cheeks turn slightly white, and his original dignified appearance now looked a bit vicissitudes of life.

But he smiled helplessly.

Viscount Francis probably guessed what was going on.

It must be that the dignitaries in the city finally couldn't restrain their desire to replace him, and now there was another ridiculous opportunity to get rid of him through the hands of the Resurrection Church.

Although there was anger burning in his heart, Viscount Francis also knew the reality very well. In this chaotic world, if you are not careful, you will be crushed by the wheel of fate.

This group of silver-robed Resurrectionists demonstrated an overwhelming power. From their brief confrontation, Viscount Francis had clearly realized the absolute gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides.

It can even be said that if the other party is willing, he and his crew are already in danger of life or death at this moment.

Just as this depression and uneasiness penetrated every corner on the deck, the silver-armored priest headed by the Resurrection Cult came over.

This silver-armored priest was so powerful that no one in their entire city could match him.

In the Imperial Capital, fifth-level talents may not be uncommon. There are even some outstanding geniuses from the Imperial Academy who possess fifth-level strength at a young age.

But in a remote city-state like theirs, level three alone is enough to be called a powerful mercenary and adventurer.

And Viscount Francis's excellent secretary and bodyguard was a fourth-level powerhouse.

As a result, facing this silver-armored priest, he was defeated like a child unable to fight back against an adult with just two or three blows.

Resurrectionists are a complete dimensionality-reducing blow to border people like them.

No one can compete with the Batian branch cultists who are famous for their fierce fighting prowess.

To make a long story short.

Viscount Francis stood there with an expressionless face, smoke swirling at the corners of his mouth.

While being watched closely by many believers, he took a deep breath and then threw the cigarette butt into the sea.

He tried to look calm.

Because since the other party didn't kill him directly, it meant that there might be something to talk about.

It was humiliating to negotiate or even compromise with the Resurrectionists, but if he could save the innocent people on the ship and his daughter who stayed in the town, even if he had to put down his dignity, he had no choice.

The person who walked in front of him was a priest wearing silver armor. The sense of oppression emanating from him was obviously much stronger than that of the others.

If he wanted to, he could easily take off the head of anyone on the ship.

Viscount Francis.

The silver-armored priest laughed, crossed his hands on his chest,

What is your attitude towards our Resurrection Church?

To understand, I don't want to have anything to do with you.

Viscount Francis responded.

The silver-armored priest smiled and seemed not surprised that Viscount Francis told the truth.

This is why he prefers this frank Viscount to that fat pig who only knows how to play tricks.

If he had to choose one side to cooperate with, the Silver Armored Priest would actually prefer to cooperate with Viscount Francis, rather than the cunning schemer who could stab him in the back at any time.

After all, the order given to them by the Hegemony Catholic Church is to use a combination of wisdom and strength to achieve absolute hegemony as priests in various towns and convince the people to accept their teachings, but not to violate the laws of the empire and cause trouble.

Although in their view, breaking the law is not illegal if it is not discovered.

But he still wants to avoid anything risky.

Now we are actively changing in line with the environment. It is my full sincerity that I have not harmed anyone.

After saying that, the silver-armored priest took out a bracelet.

But the core doctrine of our Catholic Church is that we believe in the natural law that the strong will rule the weak. Just as you have no power to resist us at this moment, I hope you can cooperate with us willingly.

Is that so...it's really something you can do.

Viscount Francis chuckled, only thinking it was ridiculous.

He could recognize that this bracelet was similar to the magic item used by slave traders when contracting low-level slaves.

The other party talks about high-sounding truths, but in reality they are still practicing shady things.

I think the Viscount has already made a decision.

The silver-armored priest looked directly at Viscount Francis and said.

Although the contract ceremony was a bit troublesome, with complete control of Viscount Francis, their missionary goal was a big step towards success.

At this moment, an insignificant little flying insect floated behind the silver-armored priest.

Come see me.

The cold and brief command words in his ears made the silver-armored priest suddenly alert.

At the end of the second floor.

Another sentence.

However, when the silver-armored priest turned around, he felt that even the source of the sound was nowhere to be found.

There was a faint blue fluorescence in front of him that dissipated along with the magic power.

He frowned, making sure that no one had come close to him and spoke behind him.

This kind of directional sound transmission magic, although not necessarily of high rank, made him feel quite magical. It turned out that there was such a fancy mage on the ship.

Take good care of Viscount Francis first.

A cold smile appeared on the silver-armored priest's lips. He wanted to see who was playing tricks.

Moreover, he needed to eliminate the uncertain factors that even he was unaware of.

On the deck of the ship, a priest wearing silver armor slowly walked down the ship's ladder. His armor shone coldly in the sun, reflecting each other with the blue waves of the surrounding sea.

Although the pace is steady, every step reveals an indescribable intimidation.

When he entered the cabin, he looked around, looking for something.

The priest arrived at the end of the second floor of the cabin after a while. His eyes were focused on the last door. He stood in front of the door for a moment and felt that there was no strong magic wave or trap atmosphere inside. With a soft sound, He turned the door lock and pushed the door open.

The interior decoration of the room is quite simple, but also elegant.

A single bed, a small table, and a bookshelf filled with books and documents.

There are not many people here, but there is a special atmosphere permeating the room, as if it is the intersection of knowledge, power and belief.

I saw a young man sitting on the bed.

His light brown hair hung softly on his forehead, partially covering his eyes, but it could not hide his calmness and naturalness.

He was holding a copy of the Imperial Act in his hand, and seemed to be searching for answers in it. Each page he turned seemed to be a superposition of more thoughts.

He was indifferent to the silver-armored priest who pushed in the door, as if he didn't feel the danger at all, or didn't regard it as the slightest danger at all.

Did your Excellency ask me to come?

The silver-armored priest stared at the young man and asked.

The other party's temperament was extraordinary, but he didn't feel the aura of a strong person from him.

He will not let anyone go if they dare to play tricks on him.

And if he is a truly strong person, he will also ask for advice.

Demonstrating strength and weakness is an indispensable step in practicing their teachings.

...

The brown-haired young man closed the code in his hand and slowly raised his head.

Although he did not say a word, the air seemed to freeze because of him. His silence was not a sign of weakness or lack of participation, but a self-evident power that allowed those present to feel his inner firmness and confidence.

There was no obvious anger or displeasure in the emerald green eyes. They were filled with an unfathomable and aloof majesty. For some reason, the silver-armored priest couldn't help but feel that he had no idea.

Finally, a moment passed.

Which unit are you from? Who is the leader?

Lan Qi asked in a calm tone.

He also wanted to go back and teach the young lady from the Viscount's family her homework.

Why did a lower-level department come to cause trouble halfway?