Chapter 1977 There Is a Dragon in the West (64)

The girl was silent for a long time before speaking out a sentence, "Raphael is not a monster, Arnold, these are not important anymore, are they? What we mainly do now is to get rid of those monsters and undead."

The look on her face was a little indifferent, but it made people feel that the matter was not simple, but she was unwilling to say more. In a sense, she felt helpless.

The blond young man opened his mouth, then frowned and said, "Okay, Andrea, I respect your decision and believe in your words."

Arnold felt a little regretful now. If he had not left the city lord's residence early, but stayed a few more days, would everything have been different?

Feeling physically tired, I can only find some comfort in food.

Shen Mubai didn't treat his appetite badly at all and ate whatever he could.

However, in the eyes of everyone, everything about the girl was too normal.

Priest Vic looked at the cold-looking person, eating as usual, feeling a little guilty and distressed, "Everything is my responsibility. If I hadn't told the saint in time, none of this would have happened."

He couldn't imagine what happened to the saint, not to mention that the Holy See obviously had grudges and dissatisfaction. If it weren't for the purpose of resisting monsters and undead, this position would have been deprived of her long ago.

For the first time, Priest Vic was shaken by the Holy See. He even felt that the current Holy See was hypocritical, corrupt, and incompetent.

It was clear that everything could have been avoided, but over the years not only had it rotted internally, but it had also failed to fulfill its responsibilities externally. This is such an irony for the Lord of Light.

Knight Commander Fortle was silent for a moment, patted his shoulder and said, "When the monsters and undead are driven away, I plan to voluntarily leave the Holy See and become an ordinary magician."

Priest Vic was shocked, "Have you made your decision?"

Futley nodded, turned his attention to the girl who was dining, and sighed, "I always thought that what I was pursuing was the Lord of Light, not the Holy See today."

Priest Vic followed his gaze and hesitated.

Futley noticed something strange about him and asked, "What's wrong, Your Excellency?"

Priest Vic shook his head, "No, it's nothing."

I don't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that the saint's face seemed rounder than before.

Priest Vic rubbed his eyes.

The girl chewed the food in her mouth carefully, her face was cold and elegant, and even though she was sitting like this, she was still so holy and clean that people did not dare to feel blasphemous.

The snow-white cheek lines are slightly raised.

Priest Vic felt that he must have remembered it wrong.

The Saint has suffered too much outside, and even her body is a little thinner than before.

He thought of this with heartache.

After all, a year has passed, and some impressions have become vague.

Monsters and undead are constantly breaking in, and other races have joined forces with the Holy See. Even if the purity of Shen Mubai's power of light is contaminated, it can still resist treatment.

However, the news from the Holy See made everyone stunned.

"The statue of the God of Light in the main temple has been destroyed." All the priests had angry and disbelieving looks on their faces.

"Who did it?" The believers of the God of Light could no longer restrain their anger.

Knight Commander Fortle said with a complex expression, "I heard it's a golden dragon."

Everyone opened their eyes wide and felt a little incredible, "Golden dragon? What did you say? Is that a golden dragon?"