Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

At the gate of the city where the torches were lit, Bradley could see the black-haired boy talking to the believers from a distance. Seeing this situation, the frail middle-aged man sharpened his eyes, waved back and gave orders loudly.

"He's a fake! Catch him!"

The believers in white robes rushed out from both sides behind him, and the puppet with a scorpion body and human head let out a strange roar. The believers around Roja were shocked and backed away, and the black-haired boy was surrounded heavily for a while.

No, it seems that they have some news channel, or that the envoy and Bishop Bradley know each other.

Roja thought so in his heart, and couldn't help frowning slightly. According to the situation in the letter, the holy envoy directly under the council should not be able to meet the local believers. In the letter, Bradley didn't seem to know that the holy envoy This is one of the main reasons why Roja wanted to pretend to be a holy envoy, but the actual situation did not develop according to his imagination.

In front of the city gate, the believers of the Sanjie Society unsheathed their weapons, and the spells were not fired. The situation can be said to have turned sharply in an instant. However, facing this tense situation, the young man did not panic. His golden pupils watched from afar. The young man asked with a cold and majestic voice:

"Bishop Bradley, what are you going to do? Is this how you treat the council's envoys?"

"Heh, you are a holy envoy? Do you think I haven't seen Mr. Plant? You are not him at all!"

Bradley stared at Roja fiercely. Normally speaking, the envoy belongs to the council. As a regional bishop, he should not know him. The other party should also know this before he dared to pretend to be an impostor, but these idiots What I don't know is that he has a personal relationship with Prandtl, the envoy of the country of scholars, because Prandtl was actually born in Leinster, and he was the one who sent him there.

This coincidence made Roja's first plan fail, but since he dared to come, how could there be only one plan?

In fact, this situation has been prepared for since the moment Roja appeared.

Under Bradley's yelling, the believers behind him glared at Roja, but the believers guarding the city looked at each other. The black-haired boy raised his head slightly when he heard the words, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, his face showed mocking smile.

"Plant? Oh, you mean that trash who died halfway, when did I say I was him?"

"Ok?"

"I am the envoy directly under the council, Roja, Bishop Bradley, please pay attention to your words!"

Under the boy's stern voice, Bradley's eyes widened, and the cronies beside him hurried over to whisper, and after hearing that the boy called himself Roja from the beginning, Bradley couldn't help being stunned, and a thought began to involuntarily popping out.

Could it be that the council sent someone directly from the headquarters without waiting for him to ask for help?

No no, how is it possible, the turmoil lasted for less than a week, how could it be so fast?

"Holy envoy Roja? Hmph, why haven't I heard of you before?"

Bradley's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He stared at the boy in front of him and said in a low voice:

"Since you say you are a holy envoy, tell me, who is the director who appointed you here?"

As soon as the question came out, there was a sudden silence all around, and the pupils of the black-haired boy suddenly shrank.

Under the gate of the city, the light of the sword is stern, and the murderous aura overflows.

Chapter 290 Three On God's Side (3k)

At the east gate of Leinster, the thin middle-aged man was surrounded by countless men in white robes holding high torches, and surrounded the teenagers at the gate. The night wind howled endlessly, but the air here seemed to freeze.

Bradley's voice echoed in the night, drawing everyone's attention. Everyone was waiting for Roja's answer, but this question was too difficult for the young man.

The name of the director who appointed him, this question touched what Roja was most worried about, that is, the interpersonal relationship in this era. This is a situation that he can hardly grasp after entering the historical fragment. It is like a sharp sword, piercing him weakness.

Under the light and shadow of the torch, the black-haired boy was silent, while the corners of Bradley's mouth were evoked with a mixture of smile and killing intent. Just when he was about to give an order, Roja suddenly spoke.

"Bradley, where do you have the guts to let me name the director in public?"

Under the gaze of the believers, the black-haired boy gritted his teeth and asked sharply, which caused the middle-aged man to pause. Bradley stared at Roja's angry look for a while, and found that there were indeed some questions. But he was unwilling to change his words. More importantly, if he didn't say it in public, Bradley would have to chat with Roja privately, which he absolutely couldn't do.

Because Bradley is the puppet school.

The puppet school, when the puppet is activated, the body has no combat power, but without the puppet, although the combat power has rebounded, it is still far weaker than the same level.

The other party might have come to assassinate him, how could Bradley be stupid enough to stay with him?

"...these are trustworthy devout believers, you can tell."

After thinking about it for a moment, Bradley said this with twinkling eyes, but what he didn't know was that Roja had already expected his answer.

"Hmph, devout believer?"

Hearing this, the black-haired boy's golden pupils lit up, and an angry smile appeared on his face.

"Before I came here, I also thought that you would be devout believers, but after entering the city, I only felt one emotion..."

"fear!"

"What did you say?"

Bradley asked angrily, but Roja ignored him. Gritting his teeth, he glanced at the nearby crowd sharply, and then asked loudly:

"In less than a week, three-quarters of the city of Leinster was occupied. The council's order was not implemented at all, and even Prandtl, who was supporting him, died on the road. When has there ever been the glory of the Mother God?"

"You! Bradley Dennis! Stand still! What piety are you talking to me about?"

"What is piety? Hundreds of years ago, the young director Douglas returned to the embrace of the angel on the vast sea is piety! His soul will always follow the great mother goddess, but what about you? How are you better than him? Bra Bishop Durley?"

The black-haired boy stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, causing Bradley's complexion to change drastically upon hearing the words.

Director Douglas, this name has long been no longer circulated in the Sanjay Society, but Bradley is absolutely clear, because strictly speaking, he is the early leader of Bradley's faction, which is the puppet school in the Sanjay Society. Or, it is said that he reached source level 2 at a young age, but in order to hold back the enemy during the mission, he entered the embrace of the envoy ahead of time.

Although the deeds of Douglas have been made public, after hundreds of years, no one except the descendants of the puppet sect has known about it for a long time. If Roja can say this name, then the only possibility is to read the document records at the council headquarters , and using Douglas to compare Bradley can be said to be a rather cryptic reprimand.

Douglas was already a source level 2 at a young age, and his status was as high as a director. Bradley had just broken through source level 2 not long ago at such an age, and he was only a bishop. Douglas fought tenaciously and returned to the embrace of the envoy for his faith. Bradley was almost defeated and embarrassed, and there is no comparison between the two.

The middle-aged man's face turned red when he thought of this, but he didn't dare to speak casually anymore, because Roja's reprimand had already implicitly proved his identity, and it also made him panic.

Really an angel?