"What? You don't want to be a duke yet? ”

After Angela refused to inherit the title, the old duke couldn't help but look surprised.

This is a duke, the entire Principality of Silver Eagle is equivalent to its own territory, and it can be done at its own discretion, except for the royal family of Valla, it almost holds the highest authority in the Northlands, and its status is even equal to the archbishop of the Heavenly Father-level Church!

"So far, I won't hide it from you. In fact, I have long since given up my belief in the god of war and converted to the god of games. ”

Angela thought about it for a long time and felt that if she wanted to develop well, her father's support was necessary, so she decided to be open and honest with him.

"God of the game......" Pom Lein showed an expression of disbelief in shock, but then it turned into a slightly bitter smile: "It's not another god, but the god of the game of Tiera, is this also fate......"

It was a coincidence that Angela did not know the identity of his mother's royal family of Tiera before this return, but he still believed in the god who had indirectly caused Tiera's demise, which was so coincidental that Ponrein had to attribute it to the so-called fate.

"Fate? No, that's not what we teach about. Angela was inexplicably happy about this: "The gods have provided us with the foundation to become stronger, but to become truly strong, we can only rely on our own efforts (and liver). There is no doubt that He explained to us that human beings can change their destiny through their own efforts, and it is because of this that we have such respect for that god. ”

"Is that so......

Pomler's face was incomprehensible: how is this god of games not quite the same as what I have heard?

"But now our church is still very weak and can't blatantly appear in front of others, so I hope that you can continue to be a duke for a while, and on my side, there are important things waiting for me to do." Angela then explained.

The Lion Guardian slowly fell to the ground, and then vanished as time to summon was completely exhausted, leaving only Angela and the Silver Eagle Male Ponlein on his back.

"Let me go, I feel like I'm almost in good shape."

Angela put his father down, and he glanced at the other's blood tank, which was about a third empty, and it seemed that a bottle of Coke had not completely cured him.

Even so, the old man still doesn't want to stay on his son's back all the time, which is probably a little stubbornness as a father.

He looked at Angela, who was only a little shorter than himself, and kindly touched his head, a little worried: "Although I know that you have gained the favor of the gods," as he said this, the old man glanced at the wand in Angela's hand: "But you must know that even after so many years, there is still a secret army loyal to the emperor in the Valla Empire that is hunting down the remnants of Tiera, and the followers of the god of games are also the target of their hunting, to be honest, the father is not optimistic about this church." ”

His words extinguished Angela, who had wanted to convince his father to convert to the god of games.

Angela knew very well that the old man could always sit firmly on the throne of this duke, and govern the Silver Eagle Empire in a stable manner, and many things must be more secure than the vision of the future.

In fact, Pomley was indeed very safe, and had arranged for many possible problems, and only a fool like Pomped, who did not act according to common sense, could disrupt the old man's position and force him into a desperate situation when he was caught off guard.

In addition, Pang Leyin has also believed in the God of War since he was a child, and he has also cultivated a fighting spirit of the veteran God of War believer, so he will definitely not be able to convince the other party on his own.

Maybe the other party will in turn persuade him to leave the Church of the God of Games.

"I know very well what kind of predicament the Church of the God of Games is in right now." As the holder of the lord system, Angela has a bigger picture than most sand sculpture players: "But it is precisely because of this that I have room to use my talents, and the gods have given me the gift of representing the future and hope, and I will never abandon the gods." ”

As soon as he said this, the old man couldn't help but be a little sitting, and he didn't know where to start persuading.

And Angra's mind at this time also shifted to other places.

Edward and the others were no longer in the staircase, and the raging Bad Devils had been reduced to corpses - Angela could vaguely recognize that the fatal wound on the Bad Overseer's head seemed to come from the Meteor Hammer......

There was the roar of a monster outside.

This made Angela frown, where did the demonic beasts come from in the city of Tunaia?

"It's a golem! Pompey woke up the four golems on the other side of the fountain! Pang Leyin immediately recognized the source of the roar, and the old man's face was serious: "Your entourage is definitely not the opponent of the Golem, hurry up and go to the Temple of Glory to rescue the soldiers now!" ”

On the contrary, when Angela heard that it was the four golems, he immediately relaxed.

The four golems were difficult for ordinary people to deal with, as the exterior was made of some unknown solid stone, making it difficult for ordinary attacks to work.

But for players,These things are just ordinary monsters that are all at level twenty-five or six.,Physical defense is a little higher.,One-on-one heads-up may be more troublesome.,But it's hard for players to fight in a group.。

However, seeing the old man's slightly anxious appearance, Angela suddenly thought of something.

"Daddy, let's play a game." Angela shook his hand, and out of nowhere, he took out a small leather shawl and draped it over his back.

"Games? Right now? The old man looked at his only son with wide eyes, and said in his heart: "Oh no, the old man's last son believes in the god of games and believes in it crazy."

It's just that for some reason, he felt in his heart that Angela was quite vigorous at this time, and it was a little difficult for him to refuse his invitation, and he didn't look like he had a bad brain.

"It's a game, but it's a bet...... Angra snapped his fingers, "just bet on whether my henchmen can beat those golems." Of course I bet yes. ”

"Is there any point in this bet?" The old man frowned, not understanding why Angela would say such a thing at such a time.

"If I win my bet. Daddy, you'll have to agree with me joining the Church of the God of Games...... And to a certain extent, to help us a little. Of course, I will control the level of help, and make sure that it will not make it difficult for you. Angela said with a smile.

"Then if I win, you will inherit the title of Duke tomorrow, and for a year from today, you will have to spend at least two hours every day learning from me about being a Duke." The old man agreed to the game, and then he pointed to the wand in Angela's hand, "And you can't help them with that ability. ”

"No problem, the gamble is set!" Angela gave a thumbs up.

The old man snorted coldly and walked towards the entrance of the castle: "I don't believe it, your retinue all have the same blessings as you......"

Angela shrugged his shoulders and shook his shawl—the reward he received for completing this mission—and hurried after him.

【Long Aotian's Little Cloak (Golden Legend)】

[Basic attribute: Defense +1]

[Protagonist Aura: When you persuade, negotiate, persuade, or bluff, the IQ of the non-allied unit you choose as the target decreases by 20%, and this effect is regarded as a real skill (the effect is only weakened by divinity and law resistance)]

[Overlord Qi: Majesty +10, in addition, you can be exempt from most spiritual shocks]

[Notes: 'See this cloak?' Wear it and you're the protagonist. —God of Games]