Chapter 470: Mission From the Pope

"Big secret?" Du Di'an's voice contained no anger, he took out another sharpened pencil from the pen holder, played with it lightly, and said, "I don't like listening to lies, which is equivalent to wasting my time.?"

Amy clenched her teeth, endured the severe pain in her wrist, and a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes, and said: "I know that one of the bishops of the Holy See of Light is a member of the Holy See of Darkness, and his status here is not low. If we expose his identity to the Holy See of Light, it will definitely be investigated by the Holy See of Light, and the Holy See of Light will lose a general, and other regions will also lose a chess piece!"

Saying that, her eyes stared at Du Di'an, and in addition to the pitiful and painful look on her face, there was sincerity.

Du Di'an's anticipation was suddenly lost, and he couldn't help shaking his head slightly. After contacting the monastery, he heard such news and was not interested in the slightest, not to mention the problem of a bishop in this district. Their old Pope is still from the Dark Holy See. As for the Supreme Speaker, this kind of news has no effect on him. The old pope should know the identity of this bishop better than anyone else. He kept it and did not pick it out. sell value.

All the little actions below this are all under the gaze of the old Pope.

Also in the monastery's watch.

The only pitiful thing is that these believers who are loyal to the faith and the darkness are fighting each other and fighting for their 'god', but they don't know that the god they believe in is just a phantom created by the missionaries of the monastery to enslave them. phantom.

"That's it?" Du Dian turned the pencil, and the cold light flowed from his fingertips.

Amy froze.

She has been staring at Du Di'an's eyes, but she found that when she said this shocking news, the latter did not respond at all, and even a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes? She suddenly thought, "Elder, do you... know the news?"

Du Dian glanced at her and said, "I can't tell whether the news is true or false. If I guess correctly, the elder the bishop is relying on is definitely not the elder you want to rely on. Next, you will reveal the region where he is located. Let me think that I have caught the evidence of the elder and negotiated with him, it is best to have a conflict, so that you can rely on the new elder, you can also have merit, and you can get revenge on me by the way, right?"

Amy's face changed slightly, and she continued: "How come, elder, you think too much, this news is absolutely true, I have solid evidence..."

"This is over, let's talk about something else." The pencil in Du Di'an's hand tapped lightly on the table, her voice was very soft, but her words came to an abrupt end.

Amy was suffocated with anger, her face changed for a moment, and said: "Elder, if you want to punish me, our ninth district will lose a great potionist. There are not many potions in our ninth district. You just took office, All parties are staring at you, you can't weaken your power like this, I can make up for it, and I will develop a great potionist-level medicine for you within a month, and the formula will also be given to you at the lowest price."

"You don't seem to understand me, I just want everything." Du Di'an waved and said to Hawkeye: "She attacked the elder, took her to prison, and provided her with a set of tools for a great potionist, and let her study in prison."

Hawkeye was stunned and stared at Du Di'an in a daze. He didn't expect him to be so ruthless.

Amy also widened her eyes, "You want to imprison me? You, you have no right to do so! Do you know my relationship, it's just such a small thing, you want to imprison me?!"

"No rights?" Du Di'an said indifferently: "Sorry, the parliamentary system in the ninth district used to be, but from now on, it is my dictatorship, I know your relationship, isn't it just a good relationship with several families and consortia, you If something is wrong, I want to see if they dare to yell at me for you, you are just a big potionist, don't think too much of yourself."

Amy's face was pale, her body trembled slightly, she was angry, scared, and even more painful, she stared at Du Di'an angrily, and said: "You can't do this to me, I can promise you other requests, but you can't imprison you I,

You can't limit my freedom! If I am imprisoned, the potion production in the ninth district will be greatly reduced, my students will go on strike, and my Amy Potions Guild will stop supplying you, and the ninth district will have influence, Will drop again and be the worst of all the regions! "

Du Di'an said indifferently: "We are all a group of cold-blooded monsters. Do you really think that your students will fight against me because you are imprisoned? Although I don't know the situation yet, I can be sure that your students are early in the morning. Some people are looking forward to your death, and when you are dead, they can have a bright future, no one likes to be pressed on their heads, I just need to add a little more sweetness to them, do you think they will disband and swear to the death to fight against the Holy See?"

Amy's eyes were slightly red, and her lips trembled slightly. Du Dian's words were like a sharp sword, and they penetrated into the depths of her heart. Of course, she knew that when something really happened, except for a few of her students who could help her. Most people don't do this when they are out of their own way. The so-called teacher-student relationship is as weak as a piece of paper in the face of a behemoth like Du Di'an.

It's just that she didn't expect Du Di'an to be so crazy and domineering. As soon as she took office, she dared to be so tough.

"You imprisoned me, you will definitely lose!" Amy took a deep breath and gritted her teeth: "If you want to restrain my freedom, I would rather die than make potions for you!"

Du Di'an's pen lightly tapped on the table, and the rhythm was as steady as the words he said, "Don't say it's better to die, death is not so terrible, and it is the most painful to survive reluctantly, I advise you to be obedient, otherwise This delicate face of yours will soon be lost, and a mummified face will be stitched on your face, what do you think?"

Amy's pupils dilated, her chest heaved violently, her face was as pale as paper, and she trembled: "No, don't, don't do this!"

"It seems pretty good to sew the face of an ugly male mummified corpse." Du Dian said with interest: "I don't know what it is when I look in the mirror with another ugly face that smells of carrion on my face. That kind of feeling."

Amy trembled all over, and seemed to have completely forgotten the pain in her wrist, and said in a trembling voice, "I promise you, I promise you."

"It's too late." Du Di'an shrugged slightly, "I've made up my mind, don't be a pity, I can replace it for you when you're satisfied with your performance."

Saying that, he said to the eagle eye next to him: "I'll leave this to you, and prepare two large mirrors, so that our great potionist can appreciate himself."

Hawkeye's scalp was numb, and a chill appeared in his heart. He had been in office for so many years, and he had never heard of such a violent punishment, especially for a girl who loved beauty, it was more terrifying than killing her. He took a sip and said, "I, I know." He didn't even dare to persuade him. Although he had just met him for a while, the impression of the new elder in his mind was that of a brutal devil, and he was more than a tyrant. All the devils are going mad!

"No, no!" Amy shouted in horror, she saw that Du Dian was serious, not just intimidating herself, "I beg you, I'm willing to do anything, don't do this to me, please..."

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price." Du Di'an said indifferently: "Since you think that poisoning me is a trivial matter, this big sesame matter is even less worth mentioning. You'd better give up struggling, You can’t escape today, the knight commander and the great knight are all there, you can’t fly. By the way, this idea was thought of by a madman I met many years ago, and you should thank him.”

"No!!" Amy yelled frantically.

Du Di'an glanced at Hawkeye, "Why are you still standing there?"

Hawkeye smiled bitterly, but he didn't see him speak, but his figure suddenly moved, appearing in front of Amy like a teleportation.

Bang!

As soon as Amy reacted, she looked at him in horror, and the next moment, her eyes darkened and she fell to the ground.

Hawkeye took off the handkerchief wrapped around his hands, looked at Amy who was unconscious on the ground, turned to Du Di'an and said, "Sir, I'll call someone to remove her, and change the carpet here by the way."

Du Dian snorted and gave him a deep look. He was indeed Kribi's confidant. He served as both a secretary and a bodyguard. This kind of skill should be the strongest in the ninth district, reaching advanced hunting. The top of the hunter is even stronger than the top of the advanced hunter. It should be due to the bonus of his own magic mark ability.

After Hawkeye took the unconscious Amy out, it didn't take long for Hawkeye to find Du Dian again.

"My lord, the speaker is here to ask for a meeting."

"Speaker?" Du Dian's eyes narrowed slightly, the old Pope Guangming was looking for him so quickly?

"Bring him in."

"Yes."

A figure shrouded in a black robe, wearing a black hood and a mask came to the room, exuding a gloomy and cold aura, but the heat in the body was as strong as fire, not inferior to the eagle eye next to it, even more intense than the eagle eye. point.

"A person on the same level as a saint?" Du Di'an's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to Hawkeye: "You go out first."

"Yes." Hawkeye respectfully left.

"I have seen the elder 'Demon King'. This is a letter from the Speaker." The black-robed man's voice was hoarse and awkward, obviously caused by deliberate control. He took out a letter from his arms, wearing black gloves in his hands, as if he was afraid of leaving it on the letter. What traces are left, and handed to Du Di'an's table.

Du Di'an didn't answer, just glanced at it. There was a black sickle logo on the letter, which was the mark of the dark speaker.

The man in black robe bowed slightly, turned and left without saying a word.

Du Di'an watched him leave, and after he left, he took out the handkerchief from his arms, carefully picked up the letter, and opened it.

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