Chapter 1828 Fishing

When the superior evil spirit brought Little back to the 'Mist' church camp in the lower seventh ring, the previous commotion had completely subsided.

Or to be more precise, under the control of the Etentin royal family, the Temple of War, the 'Mist' Church and the conservative nobles, there was no greater chaos.

However, the atmosphere was tense.

Especially Count Valentine who arrived in a hurry.

At this time, he was staring angrily at the envoy from the Temple of War.

The dead Sean was not an unknown person. As the ninth captain of the Guardian Knights of the Temple of War, he was familiar to many nobles and also to the lower class people.

But precisely because of this, things became increasingly difficult to handle.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellencies."

"I think there must be some misunderstanding."

The envoy from the Temple of War is a young old man.

His hair and beard are all white, and there are wrinkles on his face, but he is in good spirits.

This is also a well-known figure.

Priests of Termino.

On many public occasions, this priest is the agent of the Temple of War.

Most of the time, he would chat and laugh with many noble people.

But at this moment, the Priest of Termino, who was walking among many nobles and common people, looked embarrassed.

Of course he knew what was going on.

He knew about the Holy Inquisition inside the Temple of War.

However, he never knew that these guys were so courageous and so... incompetent.

Now that we have chosen to take action against the Atantine royal family and the heirs of the Snake Faction, we must act swiftly and swiftly.

Instead of being caught with the failed assassination like now.

Damn it!

Cursing Sean's incompetence in his heart, the priest began to spin his brain.

But Count Valentine doesn't have that much patience anymore.

"Where's Little?"

"Tell me, where is Little?"

The earl growled at the priest of the Temple of War.

The anger in his eyes left no doubt that if he didn't get a clear answer, the count would do something crazy.

The Royal Family of Etantine was not surprised by this.

Little is more than just an ordinary ally to Valentine.

The two families were complementary to each other because of their origins. Starting from Etantine IV, the two parties had consolidated their relationship through constant in-laws.

In terms of blood relationship, Viscount Little is the cousin of Earl Valentine.

In fact, the two of them grew up together.

Moreover, there are rumors that the reason why Earl Valentine became Earl Valentine is because of Viscount Little.

Simply put, without Viscount Little there would be no Earl Valentine.

Therefore, Valentine's anger is justifiable.

Whoops, whoops!

Valentine held the hilt of his sword, breathing heavily.

He told himself to calm down.

But I couldn't calm down completely.

Only he himself understands what Little means to him.

Not just cousins, not just support, but also... the backbone.

Most of the time, Little just needs to arrange it and he will do it.

And now, Little suddenly disappeared.

Valentine did not have the confidence to sort out the stalls left by the two families, not to mention the large industry in the south, even the one in Etantinoburg, he was unable to do so.

He is self-aware.

He knows what he's good at.

He is not as careful as Little, and he does not have the overall view of Little.

Damn it!

Damn it!

Damn it!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Valentine could no longer stand still.

Clang!

The long sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the Termino priest.

"I want you to be buried with Little!"

As he spoke, Valentine's sword was about to stab forward.

"stop!"

"Count Valentine, calm down!"

The nearby minister shouted loudly.

But the steps were motionless.

In the eyes of close ministers, the conservative nobles are His Highness's enemies, and the War Temple is also His Highness's enemy. Do we still need to stop the enemies from killing each other?

No, he's not an idiot.

He couldn't wait to fan the flames and make the battle more intense.

Therefore, the minister, who was shouting but not moving, had already begun to think about how to provoke a real battle between the two sides.

But to the disappointment of his ministers, Count Valentine's sword did not penetrate.

No, Valentine changed his mind.

Instead, it was blocked.

Viscount Little didn't know when he appeared beside Valentine, raised his hand and held Valentine's wrist.

"Valentin, don't worry."

"I'm not really dead yet."

Viscount Little said with a smile.

"Little? Are you okay, Little?"

When Valentine saw Little appearing, he shouted excitedly. However, the next moment, the earl saw the scars everywhere on Little's body.

It was bandaged and bleeding.

It's just too conspicuous.

"Little, are you injured?"

Valentin asked nervously.

"It's fine."

"Even if something happens, we can slowly settle things with some people."

With that said, Little looked at Termino.

The meaning really couldn't be more obvious.

At this time, the priest Termino could not wait to pull Sean to whip the corpse.

Not only did the assassination of Colin's heir fail, but Little was also left behind, which would cause endless troubles!

Thinking of some of the other party's actions, Termino's brain started to hurt.

"I think there's some misunderstanding there."

The long-sleeved Termino said dryly.

"Yeah?"

Little sneered and stopped talking.

Qin Ran, who looked like it had nothing to do with him, completely dissipated the power of 'original sin'.

Anger is the easiest thing to affect your mind.

This is especially true for some people who have no master.

And now?

no need.

The best actor is about to appear.

Tread, tap, tap.

Amidst the sound of footsteps, the bishop of the 'Misty' Church walked slowly.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

"Your Excellency, Bishop."

Everyone present saluted, even Termino from the Temple of War was no exception.

Even if this person has always despised the Church of Mist as a heretic in his heart.

Everything is there without breaking up.

The superior evil spirits returned the favor one by one.

Then, he motioned to Roget.

"Bring some medicine and a leather jacket to His Excellency the Viscount."

"Yes, sir."

The young man immediately ran towards the camp.

"Your Majesty, please don't call me that. You can call me Little."

Little turned around and bowed slightly towards the upper evil spirit.

Valentine on the side looked at his cousin in astonishment.

He could see that his cousin was not speaking politely, but was sincerely speaking.

"Did he save Little?"

With this thought, Valentine also bowed to the superior evil spirit.

It's not a simple salute.

It is the aristocratic gift of bowing 35°.

As long as his cousin lived, such a salute would mean nothing to Valentine.

Even if he is asked to kneel down, he is willing.

Konomi's eyelids twitched slightly as he watched this scene.

Then, the close minister set his sights on the bishop.

"Have you gained the favor of the conservative nobles?"

"Besides, I have a good relationship with His Highness."

"This guy……"

The close ministers became inexplicably vigilant.

He always felt that this was beyond the scope of what a bishop should do.

He subconsciously pulled His Highness's sleeves.

This is a reminder.

When he saw that his Highness was expressionless and completely unmoved, the minister immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, His Highness noticed.

that's enough!

The close minister was not the only one who was worried, Termino was the other one.

Seeing that the relationship between 'Mist' and the old guard was obviously different, Termino once again wanted to whip Sean to death.

A church that has prestige among the people at the bottom and a church that has both prestige among the people at the bottom and the friendship of the nobility are two completely different concepts.

Although the former has a large number of people, it lacks decisive power.

And the latter?

That would really become troublesome.

You must know that the power represented by Little and Valentine is not something that a country noble like the Sika Territory can match.

Termino thought.

He hopes to break up such alliances.

However, there is nothing we can do.

Life-saving grace is so easy to abandon.

And just as Termino was thinking hard, something even more unexpected happened to him.

The neglected young man, the apostle knight: Gino stepped out.

"Your Excellency, please save us."

The young man suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"What happened?"

"My Lord is not stingy with his own light, but the light under the God of War's crown is still there. You bathe in it and you should be protected."

The upper evil spirit looked at the young man in surprise.

The people around him were also extremely surprised.

Because what the superior evil spirit said is true.

With the glory of the God of War shrouded in it, why should we ask for help from ‘Mist’, who is obviously weaker than the God of War?

But the young man didn't speak.

He looked at the upper evil spirit pleadingly.

"Do you want to talk to me alone?"

The gentle temperature of the upper evil spirit.

"Yes, my lord."

"Because I'm not sure if 'His' messenger is hidden in it."

The young man replied.

"So that's it."

"You also discovered it..."

"Let's go."

"I'll take you to a safe place."

With that said, the superior evil spirit helped the young man and walked towards the camp.

Looking at the backs of the two of them, Qin Ran showed an expression of surprise.

The close minister thought of the previous meeting and looked thoughtful.

Little and Valentine were puzzled, but it had nothing to do with them. They could still maintain their aristocratic demeanor and walked towards the camp under the guidance of members of the 'Mist' Church.

Only Termino is different.

He had a puzzled look on his face, and his head was filled with questions.

His intuition told him that the matter in front of him was closely related to the Temple of War.

Can……

He had no way of knowing what to say.

This feeling is really terrible!

no!

This can't go on!

Termino quietly gestured to the entourage behind him.

The next moment, this follower quietly disappeared.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and Termino thought he had done it very covertly.

However, all this fell into Kieran's eyes.

Taken the bait.

A smile flashed in Qin Ran's eyes.

PS The toothache still persists, but Feilong still wants to drink mutton soup, what should I do?