With a thud, a delicate and luxurious teacup was slammed to the ground, and the richly dressed man ripped open his bow tie and paced back and forth in the room, his face full of anger and ...... I couldn't hide my panic.

The moment the voice sounded, the door was pushed open, and a paladin confirmed the man's state, looked at the broken teacup fragments on the carpet, and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Ambassador, I understand your anger and panic at this time, but please believe that it is useless, if you feel at a loss, you may wish to pray to the Father and listen to the voice of the Holy Light." ”

"Besides......" he said in a businesslike tone, "please clean up the teacup you have broken, we always have a simple cleaning tool in a corner of the room, besides, this teacup is very valuable, you must pay compensation according to the price, and we will send the bill to the foreign department of the Imperial Consulate, please do not default." ”

"The ...... Damn it! Fuck bills and teacups! The man had long since lost the proper manners of a nobleman, waving his hands and shouting loudly, "I am the messenger of the Holy Empire, the royal viscount canonized by His Majesty, and you must protect my safety when my life is threatened!" ”

"Exactly, sir." The paladin said, "We are ordered to guarantee your safety with our lives. ”

"No, no, no, you can't guarantee it! That's not what I want, I'm going to leave this city, get away from here, go to the Dragon Lance Province, and return to the imperial capital! The Imperial ambassador shouted hoarsely, "I don't feel safe here!" See, there's just a damn magic guide that fell to the ground! The flames of the explosion can be seen here! A little further along. That thunderous weather, damn it...... Has the Elemental Federation gone to war with Cloudsdale? Are you sure it's not a legendary thunder mage unleashing a thundercloud storm? ”

"Sir. You need not panic, my comrades have prevented the crisis with their lives. The believers of the whole city broke through the thunderclouds that covered the sky with their united hearts and yearning for the holy light...... It's something you've seen with your own eyes. At this, a strange emotion welled up on the paladin's calm face, mixed with excitement, pride, shock, and sacredness, and so much had happened in just a few hours this afternoon, enough to inspire anyone who yearns for the light, and will never forget it.

But Mr. Ambassador, in the eyes of the paladin, is clearly not a person who yearns for the light. Hearing this shocking miracle, he did not show any emotion, but was full of anxiety and impatience, in the face of the threat of life, his true nature was exposed, this man did not care about the miracle of breaking through the thunderclouds with one heart, nor was he moved by the shocking sacrifice of the paladins, he just wanted to escape from the city quickly, he had no faith in the holy light at all.

The paladin kept the disdain and disdain in his eyes in his heart. He patiently listened to the other man's almost hysterical chanting: "But your enemy is menacing, how can you give up?" How to fight the enemy and how to defend Cloudsdale is your business, and it has nothing to do with me, I just want to get out of here! You can't stop and put me under house arrest! ”

"Of course. We will not put you under house arrest, sir. The paladin said calmly, "And the Papal Palace has already made a decision to evacuate." Innocent people should not be put in danger except for the clergy who have responsibilities. The whole city will be withdrawing one after another, and you will be no exception. We have no reason to put you under house arrest. ”

"Then don't let me out!" The Imperial Ambassador was almost on the verge of collapse, stomping his feet and saying, "Won't you put me under house arrest?" So what are you doing? After the speech of the crown of Créman, he entered the Imperial Consulate and detained everyone separately......"

"Not detention." The paladin corrected with concern, "There is intelligence that Cloudsdale has mixed in with the enemy's internal traitors, and we are here to prevent the traitors from passing on the news and causing damage, and secondly, to protect ......."

"Enough! Shut up! I don't have the leisure to dwell on this kind of word play with you, let's get to the point! Engaged in a back-and-forth confrontation with subtle language, figuring out the meaning of the other party, and smiling meaningfully, with a tacit understanding that only two people understand...... This aristocratic exchange of language once made Mr. Ambassador extremely addicted, thinking that language was a beautiful art, but now, with this dumb but dead paladin, he deeply felt the importance of "speaking human words", and he roared angrily, "I only care about one thing, when will I leave Cloudsdale!" ”

"I'm afraid it will be a long time, sir." The paladin sighed with regret, "According to the decision of the cardinals, we must evacuate the civilians first. As a nobleman with a title, you owe it to the weaker and needy commoners in the spirit of valor and mercy, so please be patient until then......"

At this time, Mr. Ambassador just wanted to scold, go to the goddamn aristocratic spirit, go to the mother's commoners first, this group of stupid clergy with cramps in their heads actually took these scenes that made people laugh off their teeth seriously, how noble is the life of the nobles, they are well educated, as the mainstay of the empire, shouldering the future of mankind, why should they make way for the untouchables? Such stubbornness, they deserved to be attacked by the Narauszi Temple, and at this time, Mr. Ambassador wanted to kill these fools with a magic guide flying machine...... But he never dared to say these words.

He also knew that he couldn't change the minds of this group of paladins...... They will not be bought, they will not be moved by words, especially after the two near-legendary miracles in the past, the morale of these hot-blooded idealists has skyrocketed to a state of momentum, and the enthusiasm is outrageous.

Other words...... He couldn't change the situation, so he could only stay in this room, praying anxiously, praying that he would be safe, that he would not be harmed, and that he would be able to evacuate in time......

The Imperial Ambassador's heart was filled with fear, and he sat down limply on the ground, sobbing a few times, and actually cried like a child.

Holy Empire Ambassador to Cloudsdale...... This is not an enviable fat difference.

The Holy See of Light, which dominates the Holy Sword Province, is completely a country within a country for the Holy Empire, and this group of clerics who control Noren's faith and have excellent appeal among the people are a great trouble for the emperors of all dynasties. Every king has spent his whole life pondering how to make the imperial power completely overwhelm the clerical power, in this case. Unless His Majesty the Emperor has a cerebral convulsion, he will never send an Imperial Ambassador close to the Holy See and the Holy Priest to Cloudsdale for permanent residence...... Other words. As His Majesty's confidant and the Imperial Ambassador who will never fall to the Holy See, coming to Cloudsdale is destined to suffer from the long-term squint of the clergy, both openly and secretly, and it is not an errand worth celebrating at all, so the unlucky ones who are sent to Cloudsdale as ambassadors are most likely the losers of the internal political struggle of the Empire.

Therefore, being ridiculed and ostracized from within the country, as well as guarded and hostile by the priests, the Holy Empire's ambassador to Cloudsdale is such a sad position...... And what's even more sad is that. Now that his life is in danger, a bunch of lunatics are trying to destroy Cloudsdale with a goddamn alchemy bomb, and judging by the recent commotion they've made, it seems like they could do it......

How terrible, how sad, the thunderclouds like the night, the night sky with lightning and thunder, every thick lightning that whistled down, and the huge flying machine...... The one qiē made Mr. Ambassador feel the real fear and the looming crisis. He wanted to escape from the city immediately, but the priesthood wouldn't let him go.

Sorrow comes from it, and it cannot be broken. When Mr. Ambassador thought about it, it seemed that all he could do now was cry, and he couldn't help but cry even more sadly...... Start with Clement giving a speech. A team of paladins brutally drove into the consulate and drove everyone to their own rooms for protection. Don't let them communicate in tandem, and there is no one around him who can speak. There are no petite and capable cute maids, and there are no powerful guards, which makes him feel insecure.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Mr. Ambassador was startled at first, immediately took out a handkerchief to wipe away his tears, blinked his eyes vigorously, and quickly opened the drawer of the dresser after realizing that something was wrong, and took out the cosmetics for men - this kind of thing is the standard configuration of the imperial nobles, and sometimes men also need makeup, and makeup is actually a mask on the face for these well-dressed nobles, used to hide their true self.

Just now, out of a little last dignity, he did not allow anyone to see his weak and weeping appearance, and while covering the traces of his crying with a trace, he said, "Don't come in yet, what's the matter?" ”

"Mr. Ambassador......" the paladin's tone was a little strange, "you have a guest coming to visit. ”

"Guests? Now in this damn situation and state, what guests will come to visit? An impatient feeling suddenly welled up in the ambassador's heart, but in the next moment, his whole body was agitated-who could freely enter and leave the Imperial Consulate, which was so heavily guarded, and visit him now, when the embassy district was under armed martial law?

Putting himself in order as quickly as he could, Mr. Ambassador pushed the door out in the best possible condition, and he realized that this might be an opportunity: "In the current situation, I still represent my country, and I can't afford to lose etiquette." My military attaché, my clerk, my squire guard...... I think I have to take this visit seriously. ”

To his shock, the paladin did not refuse this request, he hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "You are right, it should be a guest that you must treat seriously. ”

A few minutes later, Mr. Ambassador saw his men and his entourage, and they did not exchange many words, only looked at each other, and the same danger made them sit in the same boat, a little closer, and the viscount walked quickly to the reception room, where the two paladins stood guard in front of the door, and when they saw him, they opened the door with a blank face.

There were three people inside, a young man was sitting on the sofa, with Erlang's legs crossed, and the remaining two people were standing behind him, one of them was dressed in red, his eyes were as red as wine, and his whole body exuded an elegant and delicate atmosphere, as if he was from a noble clan that had precipitated more than ten generations, and the other was a black windbreaker, with a bearded and angry face, a heroic and arrogant appearance, and a look of "I am a very capable thug".

The young man was dressed in a mage robe, with black hair, exuding an aura of hanging children, and was casually chatting and laughing with the entourage standing behind him: "Garuru, I think you should go to an alchemist and implant two pairs of alloy steel claws in the flesh and blood of your hands, and when you fight in human form, the steel claws pop out of the joints......"

The attendant replied with a straight face, "Your Highness, I don't think it's necessary at all. ”

"Then will you fall from the sky...... No, the skill called 'Absolute Cryogas' that spits out the breath of frost? ”

"Your Highness, I don't know at all."

This inexplicable conversation caused the consular officials to look at each other, but fortunately the visitors noticed them, and the young mage glanced at them and pointed to Mr. Ambassador: "You come, sit, the others go out." ”

Although most of the imperial officials who could be sent to Cloudsdale as diplomats were the losers of the political struggle, bureaucrats were bureaucrats, nobles were nobles, and their dignity should not be desecrated or desecrated...... But no sooner had the anger risen than the two attendants behind the young man glanced at them coldly.

It was as if the cold wind of the polar ice fields was blowing, and infinite fear rose from my heart, as if I was being targeted by the most vicious beast...... The military attache counselor of the Imperial Consulate was also a first-class powerhouse, and the fighting qi in his body was surging and extremely strong, but when he was looked at by these two entourages, the flow rate of the fighting qi in his body almost instantly stopped, and he instantly realized that the terrifying identity of these two entourages was not only not human, but also a Sanctuary-level powerhouse!

So who is this person who can make the two Sanctuaries willing to be their followers......

"Didn't you hear clearly?" The young man frowned, "Go back and pack your bags, if your ambassador agrees to my conditions, you can leave Cloudsdale and return to the Imperial Capital." ”

This sentence was like a powerful fireball technique, which blew everyone's panicked hearts into a daze, and the others looked at the Imperial Ambassador, and after hesitating for a moment, they left their boss here very unjustifiably, and walked towards the door one after another, everyone's last glance at their boss was full of pleading and encouragement, not only Mr. Ambassador, but everyone knew very well the crisis in Cloudsdale, they didn't want to stay here and take risks, they all wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

The ambassador scolded in his heart, and a wry smile appeared on his face - the young man's words directly pushed him to a rather passive position, and the meaning of the other party's words was very clear...... He had to agree to the other party's conditions.

"Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Ambassador." The young mage looked at him, his eyes gradually turning cold, "Contemptible Sigmar Washington, a necromancer, you may have heard my name. I want you to do something very simple - return to the imperial capital and bring a message to our great emperor. ”

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PS: First Update...... Well, in fact, this chapter should be merged with the next chapter.,But since it's written here, it's better to split it.,The second one is still around the wee hours of the morning.。 (To be continued......)