"Smack~" The exquisite crystal bottle was thrown to the ground with huge force, and Jett's handsome face looked a little distorted at the moment.

"Jett, I hope you can calm down!" Pastor Delin looked at the rampaging Jett and frowned.

"Calm down!?" Jett turned his head and looked at Delin, his eyes as if he was going to eat people: "Haha, listen to what those people are saying outside?" They want to remove me from power, they want to abolish my lordship, haha, a bunch of untouchables, they want to abolish a lord, is the world crazy? ”

Even if the identity of this lord is insignificant and even a little disdainful in Jett's eyes, he doesn't want to be one thing, being ousted by the people in his own territory is another matter, it has nothing to do with interests, and more importantly, as a descendant of the Golden Family, he can almost imagine how those brothers and sisters will mock him after returning to the family.

Impotent!

How failed is it that a holy swordsman, with noble blood and respectable status, can't even govern a small town well, and let almost the entire people of the town rebel against his rule?

It is conceivable that if the high-level of the family agrees with his incompetent opinion, then in the future, he can only take the cultivation route, the golden family, which can last for thousands of years, can allow the children to be gentle, but will never let an incompetent descendant take power, the children of the big family, while enjoying the supreme glory of the family, will also face more cruel competition.

What is cultivation for? Isn't it for greater rights? Jett couldn't imagine what a terrible thing it would be if he was pushed out of the decision-making hierarchy in the future and could only be a brave man who was sent by the family.

"I don't understand, it's okay if the aliens make trouble like this, those humans, how much benefit I bring them, so that they won't starve, have jobs, and live a richer life, why should they follow those aliens to make trouble?" Jett said hatefully.

If it's just an alien race, it's easy to solve, there are too many reasons and excuses to redeem their lost points, but even if humans resist together, then the problem is serious.

Delin sighed in his heart, money is not everything, the Holy See of Light is also unable to bring wealth to believers, but the faith of Light spreads all over the continent, not by wealth, but by how to motivate people's hearts, Jett is too arrogant, it is not difficult to hear from the words, until now, what he thinks is that these human beings should not oppose him, and blame all the fault on others, but he has never thought about his own problems.

However, these words, Delin did not say it, the four major families do not believe in gods, rarely buy the account of the Holy See of Light, and now the two sides are just a cooperative relationship, if he can, he prefers that the person hidden behind the scenes can knock out Jet, although for the Golden Family, the loss of a tenth-order Holy Swordsman may not have any impact, but for this major event, losing the support of Jett's territory that has worked hard for more than half a year will also make the Golden Family lose some advantages.

"By the way, who is that holy swordsman behind the scenes?" Delin asked curiously.

Delin is very curious about the person who single-handedly put Jett in such a disadvantageous position, and may consider absorbing him into the Holy See of Light, he has been looking for clues in the Death Mountains during this time, and he does not know much about the affairs of Punk Town.

"It's a guy who came out of nowhere, and it seems to be called Zhuo Ao." Shaking his head, he didn't collect Zhuo Ao's information.

Rubbish!

Shaking his head, the evaluation of Jett in his heart was lowered by one point, the person had already hit the door, but he didn't know anything about the identity of the other party, no wonder he was so passive......

"What did you say his name was?" Pastor Delin suddenly turned his head and looked at Jett with a look of surprise.

"Zhuo Ao, the owner of a mercenary tavern." Jett said with a nonchalant expression, looking at Pastor Delin's surprised face, and frowned, "You know?" ”

"Sort of." Pastor Delin nodded, he only knew the name Zhuo Ao at the Fighting King Tournament a year ago.

"Originally a slave of the Colosseum, it took two years, from a low-level slave fighter, step by step to climb to the status of a senior fighter, the strength of the progress is very fast, in last year's Douwang Competition, in one fell swoop, defeated the war eagle mercenary ** out of a sixth-order bronze swordsman and two other fifth-order swordsman, it is speculated that at that time, there should have been a sixth-order peak or even seventh-order combat power, I didn't expect that in just one year, it has grown to such a point!"

The Holy See of Light, in most of the cities of the human race, has a sacred status, originally, even if the name of the Proud Beast King has become famous at that time, but Delin, as a priest of the temple, has a transcendent status, cherishes feathers, and will not go to a place like the Colosseum, and it is impossible for the two to intersect.

But the King Fight a year ago was of great significance to the lordship of Punk Town, and Pastor Delin also visited the King Fight at the invitation of Viscount Tris, and naturally remembered the person who disrupted the Holy See's deployment.

"After all, he is the real master of this territory, and the baronial title and lord certificate should still be on him now." Pastor Delin's heart moved, the improvement of Zhuo Ao's strength was too weird, whether Zhuo Ao was a sixth or seventh order at that time, in just one year, he had been promoted to the level of a holy swordsman, which was beyond the scope of a genius.

As the senior priest of the Holy See of Light, although his strength is not high, he knows some secrets that ordinary people do not know, whether it is the Holy See of Light or the four major families, or the dark church hidden in the shadows, or even the Elven Imperial Court that has retreated to the Death Mountain Range, they all have the ability to squeeze the potential of human beings and make people rise rapidly in a short period of time.

Zhuo Ao's strength has increased by leaps and bounds in a year, and he has rushed to the status of a holy swordsman in one breath, so he has to doubt Zhuo Ao's identity, of course, an insignificant slave cannot be behind the four major families or the Holy See of Light.

And the time when Zhuo Ao disappeared was exactly a year ago, when the Douwang Tournament had just ended, he naturally thought of the terrifying undead disaster a year ago, although the Holy See sent a large number of Templars to investigate, but did not find the slightest trace of the necromancer.

Perhaps, you can find some clues from this Zhuo Ao!

"A slave!" Jett didn't know at the moment that Delin thought so much in an instant, and when he heard about Zhuo Ao's identity, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, there was incredible, but more than that, he was angry!

He was frightened by a slave, which was undoubtedly another great shame in Jett's opinion.

Why do you say again?

"Calm down, Count Jett, you should know very well that when your strength reaches the level of a holy swordsman, your identity is no longer too important." Pastor Delin looked at the embarrassed Jett and persuaded.

Holy swordsman, even if he is a slave, except for the four most powerful empires, on the mainland, any kingdom or principality is willing to take out the highest title to invite, even if it is a force like the Holy See of Light, although it is impossible to be a guest like a country, but it is also very welcome for a tenth-order holy swordsman to join, after all, the method that can make people advance by leaps and bounds in a short period of time is very expensive, and it is impossible to mass-produce holy swordsmen.

"Calm down!?" Jett was in a very bad mood now, his red eyes glared at Pastor Delin, and he almost roared and said: "I was humiliated twice in a row by a damn slave, I am the blood of the Golden Family, what a noble bloodline, if people know, I will be reduced to a laughing stock, how can you calm me down." ”

"Alright, Viscount Jett, it seems that it is not time to discuss other matters now, so I will take my leave first." Shaking his head, for Jett's glass heart, Delin has no interest in staying here to listen to him continue to roar, although Jett is no longer young, but in his opinion, there is still a long way to go before he matures.

"No." Jett, who was angry, said unceremoniously, and then shouted to a great swordsman standing outside the door, "Kane, gather your troops and drive out all those who are blocked outside the castle!" After learning the identity of Zhuo Ao, he was even more angry at those who rebelled against him, and he didn't come to support him, a nobleman with noble blood, but instead supported a slave.

Hearing this, Delin, who had already walked to the door, sighed silently, ignored it, and continued to walk towards the outside of the castle.

"In addition, tell those people the identity of Zhuo Ao, ha, a slave, I want to see, when everyone knows your origin, who else will support you, want to be a lord, a nobleman? Dream on! Jett sneered and looked outside, as if he had seen Zhuo Aozhong's expression after betraying his relatives.