Chapter 728 Peach Blossoms Bloom Everywhere
Byron's life has been a bit difficult recently. Of course, it's not just him, but also several high-level bishops in the former Northern Temple. .
The situation of the temple in the north has fallen into such an embarrassing situation, and it is natural that they, the top leaders, are not to blame. In other words, just because the current situation is getting more and more intense, they can only shoulder this huge responsibility, and it is impossible to find a scapegoat to deal with it...
But when did this situation begin? Oh, it was that damn Vitega who forged miracles, and then various rumors about the clergy were constantly exposed, and then there was the matter of the Bounty Hunter Guild, and then Xavian rebelled, the temple would always be in chaos, believers rioted, and churches everywhere were destroyed. Now there is a movement to drive the temple out of the north...
"... Ridiculous! Ridiculous! These believers are crazy, completely crazy... Holy war? Holy war is what they can call? **, it must be**... let Bran take action, I don't believe that these idiots can't be suppressed... …”
In the side hall, in the high-rise conference room, Byron was walking around waving his fists, looking angry and anxious.
When the so-called big shots face serious challenges to their sanity, they are actually no different from scolding shrews. Most of them hang mirrors behind their heads and only look at others, not themselves.
"Okay, what's the use of talking about this now? Bran... Humph, if the Bran Empire really intervenes, where will the temple's reputation be? Can we still sit here with peace of mind?" The bishop with a white beard on his chin He frowned and said with a depressed expression.
Probably because they were left to take charge of the overall situation, the Temple General Assembly did not immediately question the bishops present after learning about the situation, which was a blessing in disguise.
But as long as the brain is not broken, anyone can see that this luck will not last forever. If Byron and the others can control the current situation in time, there is still some possibility of remediation. But judging from the current situation...well, it's probably hopeless!
"Then what do you say...Yes, you are right." Although he was scolded, with Byron's current mood, he naturally had no time to care about it. As if he had thought of something, he turned around and shouted outside the hall. He said, "No news yet? Idiot! Go out of the city to find out, immediately, immediately, immediately!"
"Yes, yes, yes..." The middle-aged cleric outside the door was just about to step into the side hall to receive his order. Hearing this, he kept nodding in agreement, turned around and ran away quickly.
To Byron's move, the white-bearded bishop did not refute, but just raised his head and sighed: "Oh... I hope there is good news, that Tang En must die!"
Just as Tang En had expected before, Byron and others had indeed guessed that the temple's current predicament was all caused by Tang En's manipulation. Therefore, as early as a few days ago, the temple sent a large number of manpower to hunt down and suppress, hoping to completely eliminate this source of constant chaos. And if we look at it according to the time span, today is when the news comes back, which is also the reason why Byron and others are waiting here for a meeting.
"Tang En! Tang, En! This bastard..." Repeatedly chanting through gritted teeth, Byron sat back in his seat with a gloomy old face, his body shaking nervously, and muttering curses in his mouth.
Several bishops on the side looked over after hearing this, and looked at each other again. They all looked dissatisfied, and they seemed to have great opinions on Byron.
Of course, this is also normal. It can be said that Byron was harmed by Tang En! Judging from the current embarrassing situation of the temple, the bishops present here will definitely not be able to escape their involvement. But if there is one person who has the greatest responsibility, it must be Byron.
The elite team of the temple was completely wiped out, and Tang En came to the temple disguised as Zachary to be dealt with. Because Byron took bribes, Tang En escaped punishment!
Xia Wei'an came back and went on a rampage, trying to kill Tang En on the spot by accident. Because Byron blocked it, Tang En's true identity was not revealed!
On the night when the temple was in chaos, Judgment of Light was the best time to clear it out. Because of Byron's previous connivance, Tang En sneaked into the forbidden area and stole the devil's skull, which ultimately caused nearly half of the temple building to collapse!
There is also the Eye of Calamity related to the layout of the temple, as well as recorded evidence that later caused riots among believers...
All because of Byron!
If there is final accountability for this matter, the other bishops still have some thoughts. Relying on the merits of the connections behind them and doing some activities, they might be able to save a small life. But Byron absolutely doesn’t have to think about it, he’s on track to enter the Inquisition!
Of course, the current situation was not suitable for unnecessary quarrels, so the bishops could barely suppress their dissatisfaction. But if the situation does not improve, then it will be no wonder that they are unkind and take the initiative to expose and report...
Just as the bishops were silently making calculations in their hearts, the brief silence was broken by the sound of running. It was the middle-aged cleric who had left and returned.
So fast? The eyelids of all the bishops present trembled, and Byron quickly jumped up from his seat and rushed to meet him: "Is there any news? How about it? Is that damn Tang En dead?"
A series of questions were asked, but the cleric seemed to have ignored them and shouted with a mournful face: "Sir, there will always be people coming, there will always be people coming, and they have already arrived outside the temple door..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Byron took a few steps back. His face instantly turned pale, his legs softened, and he lay on the ground. He unconsciously murmured: "It's over, it's over now..."
There are always people coming to the temple, and naturally they cannot come to award awards. Just by the way he walked directly to the door without saying hello, you could tell that the person who came was not a good person. And judging from the current situation, there is no doubt that he is guilty...
The expressions of the other bishops in the temple also changed drastically when they heard this. Most of the figures who had just stood up staggered and then fell directly back to their chairs.
At this time, the white-bearded old man suddenly moved his eyebrows and asked urgently: "How many people are here? Who will lead them?"
The middle-aged cleric was stunned and subconsciously replied: "There must be nearly a thousand people here. Who is leading them... uh, well, it seems to be Archbishop Veron."
Suddenly screamed, "Teacher Veron? Are you sure you are Archbishop Veron?" Byron's pale face turned red, and his face was ashen a moment ago, but at this moment he suddenly jumped up as if he had come back to life, took a few steps quickly, and held on tightly. The middle-aged clergyman, with an excited expression on his robe, shouted in a hoarse voice, "You didn't admit your mistake? Tell me, you didn't admit your mistake!"
"Uh... I, I, I... I'm not sure, it seems so..." Although this middle-aged cleric's status is not low, how could he be in contact with the big shots of the General Assembly for a long time. In addition, he was a little panicked just now when he saw such a large group of people coming from the other party. He immediately ran back to report before he could see clearly. Now his tone is naturally very hesitant.
"Trash!" Byron pushed him away and ran out of the hall quickly. The other bishops also came to their senses at this time, and stood up one after another to greet him, with expressions that were a little worried about gains and losses.
The reason for this is simple. For Byron and others to reach their current status, in addition to ability, background and connections are also indispensable. And if the visitor is really Archbishop Veron, then Byron's repeated expressions would be easy to understand, because this Veron is Byron's magic mentor and a big figure in the General Assembly who stands behind him.
In this way, the meaning naturally becomes interesting. If Byron's mistakes were to be followed, no matter who came, he would definitely be killed. But now it’s Byron’s magic instructor who comes. Does that mean there’s still hope for this matter...
With the power, Byron and others ran very fast with their old arms and legs. Soon they arrived at the square in front of the temple and ran into a large group of people.
Turning around and looking around, "Ha!" With an uncontrollable chuckle, Byron looked straight at the center of the crowd with his cloudy old eyes, a white-haired old man wearing a bright red robe and holding a crystal scepter. His expression couldn't help but be ecstatic - that Isn't it his magic mentor, Archbishop Veron who really stands at the top of the temple pyramid!
But then, when he saw clearly the Knight of Light who was communicating with Veron, Byron's body suddenly shook, and his joy gradually faded away, because that was the person they had been waiting for for a long time to report the news, but they did not expect that he would actually Someone will always come when he happens to bump into it... Byron once again fell into a state of worry about gain and loss, and walked quickly.
After getting closer, the slightly nervous voice of the Bright Knight came over, "...it was too late. When we went to encircle and suppress the occupied guild, the other party had already evacuated in advance. Then, before we could search on the spot, I suffered various inexplicable attacks and suffered heavy losses..."
Squeaky screamed, "What!" When Byron heard this, his vision suddenly darkened, he mixed garlic under his feet, fell headfirst, and hit the ground hard, bang! Peach blossoms bloom everywhere... (To be continued.)