A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

Pavaro said: "This matter must be reported to the Bishop... How many books of this kind are there?"

"Not many. I have only collected six copies from the cult under the guise of our Mercy Courtyard along the way."

This is the flaw of Cloris' plan. She lacks manpower, and even if she wants to spread it, she is powerless. Even if she prints thousands of copies and throws them all over the street, they may only be used as toilet paper.

It is effective, but the lack of targeted preaching has limited effect.

"..." Pavaro was silent for a moment, and said, "If it is really a problem in my jurisdiction, I would like to thank you for helping me find out in time that our Grace House is understaffed and has to manage thousands of believers. Many problems are difficult to go deep into. governance..."

"Boom—" There was an explosion outside.

"What's going on?!" Pavaro asked outside.

"Mr. Pavaro, the grain depot exploded!"

"Kaler, I'll leave for a moment, you wait a moment..."

After Pavaro left, Walsh Caller opened the suitcase to examine it.

The interlayer created by [Trick Expert] is filled with explosives and thunder stones.

What he detonated before was the timing beam mine box that Cloris gave him.

If the girl hadn't mentioned it, Walsh Calle didn't know that the Grace House had such a thing.

The plasma from the explosion of the mine beam box caused a martyrdom explosion, and the granary was ablaze, and the billowing smoke could still be seen miles away.

After most people left the mansion and rushed to the scene to fight the fire, Walsh Calle came to the warehouse where Pavaro stored guns.

The fire was loud and shouting, only he opened the gap on the wall in a corner that no one cares about, and got into the warehouse with a suitcase...

198. Bad day

The city government that never sleeps received an anonymous report that might come from a certain slave owner.

The report letter claimed that the Charity House in Pingfeng Town bewitched refugees to believe in religion, slandered the Church of the Sun, hoarded arms, and prepared to set off a riot among refugees.

This report letter was directly handed over to the duke's mansion, and Luentia's head of guards, Mestek, personally handled it.

As Luentia's most trusted confidant, Mestek is also the commander of the personal guard, the chief of the police department, and the commander of the city guard, holding all the secrets of the Duke.

He is also responsible for contacting Qifa for allowing the Grace Academy to preach.

Two "heavy cavalry" nearly four meters high stopped in the spacious courtyard, accompanied by a 12-man heavy infantry squad.

Although the "Heavy Cavalry" is a backward model eliminated by the Holy Manro Empire, it still has good physical defense and magic resistance. The knights wield small cannon-like revolving machine guns, and the serrated alchemy arm knife embedded in the armored right arm.

The heavy infantry is wearing part of the exoskeleton armor, and its main task is to eliminate hidden dangers for the "knights" and provide logistical support.

"My lord, you should know that these are the slander and slander of the villain. I have also heard about the apocryphal scriptures, but they are a real frame for the Holy Church, and they are intended to provoke us and the Church of the Sun. dispute!" Pavaro could see the real purpose of the propagator of the apocryphal scriptures at a glance, if it wasn't for the cover of the Duke's mansion, the one who came now might be the law enforcer of the Church of the Sun.

"I understand that your religion and the Duke's Mansion are sincerely cooperating, but there are some dangers that have to be investigated. Otherwise, if something happens, His Excellency the Duke will not be able to justify it at the Church of the Sun." Although the Duke is afraid of the Grace House, he did not tear his face. Meaning, therefore, Meistek smiled close, "So about the riots and the arms thing..."

"You know, it's really hard to defend yourself without some weapons in the city that never sleeps, but planning a riot is pure nonsense." Pavaro spoke righteously, he was upright, and he had nothing to hide, so He said frankly, "Our equipment is only for self-protection, and the firepower is not as good as one-tenth of those gangs in Shanggang. I understand your difficulties. If you want to check, I will open the key for you."

"Of course, Mr. Pavaro doesn't have to worry about it. We are just doing business as usual."

"This is what we should..."

With a calm smile on his face, Pavaro and Meistek came to the equipment warehouse and opened the lock with the key.

"Crack."

The lock was unlocked with a sound, and the iron door was pushed away amidst the dull friction of rust, like the dust of history.

The air that had been sealed for a long time rushed towards his face.

Pavaro laughed and said, "This warehouse has not been opened for three months. The Charity House is kind to people, and there is basically no place to use guns. You see, the equipment here is a problem for even 200 people. How can we talk about riots?"

The boxes were sealed, and Meistek cast a questioning look at Pavaro.

"Open it to General Meistek." Pavaro ordered the guards.

More than a dozen boxes were pried open, most of which were ordinary guns and some explosives made from source crystal extracts, and occasionally one or two large-caliber shotguns were mixed in, which looked very scary, but in fact it didn’t necessarily add up. Can break through the defense of "heavy cavalry".

This kind of thing is not big, but it is not small. The Dilu family even used cannons to fight against the Indigo Club, and the Duke's Mansion still turned a blind eye.

"Your Excellency the Duke has always kept in mind the funding from the Grace House to the Duke's Mansion." Meistek let go of his doubts and said the scene.

Luentia intends to delay the progress of the construction of the wonders, but is accumulating money to promote the construction of the wonders. It seems contradictory, but it boils down to distrust of the Church of the Sun.He raises his own self-respect, seeks a balance between his own strength and the Church of the Sun, buys priests, and trains the personal guards, in order to be able to truly dominate the Tower of Radiance from the perspective of strength at the moment when the spectacle is completed.

If he succeeds, he will be a hero of the generation. If he fails, he will be buried with nearly 20 years of planning and micro-management.

"We are sincerely cooperating with the Duke. Although I have no ill feeling towards the Church of the Sun, I still have to say something fair—" Pavaro clapped his hands and smiled, "The deep world only belongs to the people of the deep world, and the people in the upper world only know Squeezing and plundering are not suitable partners for the duke."

"I don't need to worry about that, Your Excellency." Meistek didn't waver at all. He looked around the warehouse, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that a pile of boxes in the corner was relatively new and relatively less dusty. Said, "Sir, can you open those boxes?"

"of course."

Pavaro once again beckoned the guards to pry open the box, Meistek walked up to him, and a faint blue light shone on his face——

Lei Fangshi.

Pavaro's complexion changed. The first thing he thought of at the moment was not to suspect someone deliberately framed it, but to scold the person in charge of equipment transportation in his heart. Such an important thing can be confused with ordinary explosives!

At this moment, the expressions of Meistek and Pavaro became subtle.

According to Prisna's information, the Duke's Mansion has been investigating the traces of Lei Fangshi for the past two months to prevent Uenos from having a surprise in Lei Ji.

But now, Lei Fangshi actually appeared in the equipment library of the Mercy Academy!

Should we sit down and talk patiently, and wait for the other party to give a reasonable explanation, or should we act first?

Mystek's eyes suddenly became cold, and Pavaro also reacted, his lips squirmed, and he was about to cast a magic spell.

However, Luentia's most trusted general, chief executive, and intelligence leader, how could a priest be able to compete?

Pavaro's first reaction was not to run away, but decided his death.

Pavaro covered his throat, his tongue rolled slowly, and the tearing sensation crawled on the base of his tongue. Just as he was about to raise his palm to counterattack, his finger bones twisted uncontrollably. The space was blurred and dreamy, and the fragile attendants were Stretching in panic, the priest suddenly found that the entire equipment library was in a vortex centered on Meistek.

The gun extended like oil paint, and the Thunderbolt of Lei Guangshi circled around it. Pavaro saw that the mysterious characteristics in the symbol of his own spirit veins were also overflowing, flowing in the direction of Mesteco.

Level [-] disaster: [Vortex]

Meistek raised his palm, and a metallic hose squirmed out of his palm, which was the symbol of his spiritual vein, [star core esophagus].

Thunderstone's plasma poured into his palm, gathering energy into a cannon, and with a bang, Pavaro's head melted in the flash.

The body slowly fell down.

The first time he started, two "heavy cavalry" had already started killing monks and nuns with the cooperation of exoskeleton armored soldiers, and ordinary believers were not spared, screaming loudly.

The vortex disappeared, except for the horrible flesh and blood of a few guards, and the luster of Lei Fangshi dimmed, the other scenes and things remained unchanged.

Meistek stepped over Pavaro's body, looked at the dark blue sky reflected by the lights, and thought about how to report this bad day to the Duke...

199. Bad day ([-])

On this terrible day, Sim Manor is hosting a feast.

Although the Diru family is still stubbornly resisting, the Indigo Club has cleared most of the obstacles.

Sim forms an alliance with the Abam family in the East Port, whose patriarch and daughter is Luentia's second wife; the South Port is a group of small bosses supported by the Chamber of Commerce, as long as the Indigull Society and the Abam Family divide For the Dilu family, those small bosses will no longer pose a threat, and they can take a long-term plan if they can eat and swallow.

The manor is very lively, the streamer lights are hung all over the garden, and the strong smell of barbecue is all over the garden. Come to the noisy banquet hall.

The crystal chandeliers are bright and dazzling, the waiters on both sides of the dance floor push the dining carts through the crowd, and the winding stairs climb up under the winding of gold paint.

The blond man in a suit and leather shoes stands on the second floor like a tall tower. He is middle-aged, handsome and handsome, with a few strands of paleness in his hair, and his sharp-edged facial contours imply a stubborn and sharp personality. Like a sharp knife hidden in an immovable boulder.

"I'm sorry about Peggy." Sim held a wine glass filled with red wine brewed in drunkenness. He was accompanied by four men, Jotun, Kraug, a burly middle-aged man, and finally One is younger, 30 years old, and looks elegant and gentle.

The middle-aged man is Philip, who inherits Jotun's position, and the elegant young man is the last leader of the Indigull Society, Devalo.

"That's her destiny, no one knows how things will turn out in the end." Jotun kept his expression on.

"Gululu..." Kroger took a bottle of wine and drank it vigorously.

"It's good for someone to fight against the Dilu family, but we must also beware of such killers who are against us." Sim nodded, and his mood was generally good.

The president of the Indigull Club overlooked the lively scene below, and then patted Klaug on the shoulder approvingly: "Hahaha, you are about to become a drunkard too, Klau...we can eat the Dilu family this time." Elite, you have contributed a lot, and then the Diru family’s pier will be handed over to you and Philip.” He looked at Devaro again and said, “The south bank of the Fog River will be handed over to you, as for the Diru family’s pier in the urban area. Part of the territory will be given to Abam, and the rest, I want to promote a few more people to take the helm."

The south bank of the Fog River is at the northernmost part of the commercial port, far away from the port. Although the profit is slightly lower, it is still considered a prosperous area. Devaro bowed his head and should be there. With good intentions.

Sim looked at the guests below, and turned his attention to a young girl in a white felt cloak: "Your grandniece is still young, but I can make an exception and let her start from a young age."

Cloris's cloak is actually a long shawl, it just covers her body, in addition to keeping warm, she can also use the Ring of the Void to draw out weapons at any time without being noticed.

The felt only reached her knees, and the girl wore tight-fitting trousers with excellent toughness on her legs, and brown leather boots on her feet.

Although it is called a dance banquet, it is far from the so-called ballroom dancing in the upper class.There are more men and women in the banquet hall, but there is no need for a dance partner at all. Cloris feels like she is on a pirate ship or a bar party. Gu Zi went up and twisted his buttocks. A few rude members thought the music was too soft, so they "invited" the pianist to step off the stage, and set up drums on it, played the horn, and played four-stringed, high-pitched music. Qin comes.

The lost country fell into the deep world, where humans once had their own country and culture. Although most of them have disappeared with historical changes, some characteristics can still be retained.

Cloris and Bob sat on a bench in the corner, the girl drank plum wine and watched the demons dance wildly, while Bob bulged with a pot of roasted vegetables.

Vegetables and fruits also produced in Drunken Country are more expensive in the deep world than ordinary meat, and the meat on Hurricane Island is mainly fish. It is difficult for Babu to eat so many strange, sour and sweet, with various flavors. He puffed his cheeks and said, "This tomato is not bad, I have to ask the waiter to pack two for me, let Maggie taste it..."

He works under Philip, and his status and strength are not much worse than that of the little rudder. It is not difficult to pack some delicious food.But if ordinary members want to bring something home, they can only attract the waiter's eyes.

The recipes of the residents of Hurricane Island are not rich, and even the intoxicating products enjoyed by the rich are mostly not so fresh when they are delivered.

Cloris was thinking about whether to move to the wasteland layer after being promoted to Dreamwalker, and it was quite depressing to live in the dark deep world all day long.

But the main problem is that there are very few relics in the wasteland layer, and the relics in the lower mist layer are controlled by the upper realms. If she wants to obtain the materials for the disaster-level skills, she still has to explore in the deep realm.

Once it reaches the level of catastrophe, many materials either have a price but no market, or have a market but no price.Being able to stably master a disaster-level skill can become the mainstay in many places.

Cloris is also peeling a blue-shelled fruit that looks like a lychee. The flesh is clear and juicy, sweet and slightly sour. The last time she ate something so delicious was the last time.

I heard that the person in charge of the cold chain is a transportation company set up by people from the upper world on the wasteland floor, and their food preservation is much better than other merchants.

"I told Maggie that we will get married after the Dilu family is eliminated. At that time, I can be promoted to the helm and have my own territory in Nangang. At that time, I invite you to attend the wedding. Without you, we would not be able to get to where we are today. The..." Babu thanked vaguely.

Without Cloris, he might have been shot in the head by a mercenary hyena.

"I don't want to say that," Cloris nodded slightly, and asked, "but Maggie looks like she's only 15 years old...?"

"It will be sixteen next month. I heard that some places have a legal age for marriage, but there is no strict requirement in the city that never sleeps." Babu swallowed the tomato and smacked his lips.

"And you, how old are you?"

"Nineteen...or twenty?" Bubba counted on his fingers.

This level of mathematics is appropriate for prenatal education.

"I really can't tell." Cloris glanced at Babu's thick beard and the wrinkled face, and smiled peacefully.

Babu is a Transcendent who transplanted spiritual veins, which is inherently dangerous. In addition, he started holding knives and guns at a young age, causing numerous hidden injuries. If the spiritual veins symbolized the high-defense [thorn shell], the block would have been bloody. .

However, another feature of transplanting spiritual veins is that they are the products of suppression and weakening to adapt to the human body. As long as the doctor's skills are in place, they can be transplanted or removed at any time, and the curse is controllable.This is also the reason why the explorer asked Cloris to call for a doctor. Even if the spirit veins were out of control, there was a certain chance that they could be rescued.

Naturally born superhumans are different. The mysterious characteristics contained in their self-fitting skills are beyond comparison with man-made objects. Once they get out of control, they are almost unstoppable.

"Take it as twenty..."

Babu broke his fingers several times, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. As long as the calculation exceeds two digits, his intelligence is on the same level as the monkeys in the Poor Monkey Correctional Institute.

As for monkeys like A Fu A Wang and Ba Mi, he was no match for them in arithmetic and death.

At this time, Babu suddenly looked at Cloris, and said seriously: "Cloris, when I have a child with Maggie, can you teach the little guy arithmetic?"

200. Bad day ([-])

To be honest, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Cloris would never believe that there are still adults in this world who have to break their fingers when adding or subtracting two-digit numbers.

Facing Babu's sincere request, Cloris refused mercilessly: "You can find any store's accountant who can handle this kind of prenatal education level."

"Yes." Babu nodded belatedly, then patted his chest and said, "Anyway, thank you, if you need me in the future, even if you kill that bastard Klaug, I'd rather Bu is also absolutely duty-bound!"

"Hello, Miss Cloris," at this time, a member of the Indigull Society came not far away. The badge on his chest was a thorn and an indigo gull, representing Kraug's subordinates, "Sim Society Please go upstairs and talk."

Cloris was unhappy with the ambiguous and harsh eyes of the members in front of her. She frowned slightly and said, "I'll go after eating these fruits."

"It's not a good idea to keep the Sim Society waiting for a long time, don't just rely on some ability to put on airs...Miss." The face of the member was also gloomy.

"What the hell are you to represent the president? Is this your word or the word of that idiot Kraug?" Babu was still eating cauliflower, and suddenly jumped up from his chair, kicking the ribs of the comer , pressed it to the ground and could not speak.

Many eyes looked over.

Cloris said helplessly, "Bub, don't be too reckless."