The Morwis family's Linz was silent for a moment, then looked at Marin with a little more doubt on his face and a little more horror in his eyes.

She looked at Marin and asked, "Marlin, as a legend, you shouldn't lie to me, right?" ”

"Yes, I won't lie to you, at least, I won't lie to you in front of your brother." Marin smiled and replied, "You should also know my relationship with the Church of Justice, I can say this, I can give you violence and make you face a deadly murder weapon, but I will not disappoint those who believe in me, let alone lie to anyone." “

"You're not letting me go because of who I am, or because I'm my brother, are you?" Linz asked again.

This made Goethe a little wary: "My sister, don't do stupid things, there are some things, the more you know, the more you will not be spared." He didn't want to watch his sister Linz die in front of him, while Marin ...... It is clear that he has the strength and intention to do so, and if he is angry about it, then his sister is really dead.

"Yes, your brother's identity is not the reason why I let you go, you killed the young man I liked, I thought I would be able to find a new leader for my intelligence service, but your stupidity made me lose him, and what you did to the old inquisitors of the Church of Justice gave me a reason to kill you." Marin looked at the self-proclaimed smart woman in front of him and shook his head: "The reason why I chose to let you go is because you are more useful to me than to live, you know." ”

It is true that Linz deserves to die, but she is nothing more than a murder weapon controlled by others, and Marin would prefer to let these people control others die.

"Putting the responsibility that belongs to me to the local bishop of the noble god, you want to use the bishop's life to show an example of killing one at a time." Linz said as he stared at Marin.

Marin nodded, this princess was indeed not wrong, which made him very happy: "I have thought that hanging a princess is not the same as hanging a bishop, so I give you such a chance, say it, and you will have hope of life, unless you don't care about your life or death." With that, Marin smiled and waited for an answer, one that would make everyone happy.

Linz was a believer, but Marin didn't think she would be so stupid.

The truth is just like Marin thought, Linz nodded vigorously: "You are really a demon who grasps people's hearts, but like you said, if I die, the bishop will clap his hands happily, he will not care about my life and death, he will only use my death to make a big fuss." Speaking of this, the princess sighed in silence: "When I think that the other party may even use suggestion to control my mood, I feel that there is only hatred between me and him, but he is not wrong in saying a word, you are a trouble, a big trouble." ”

"No, that's what I thought." Marin smiled, then took out the prepared confession and handed it to Goethe: "Your Majesty, come and see." ”

"What else can I worry about, as long as you don't hang my stupid sister, I don't think it's a problem to make a slave agreement, at least this stupid sister of mine has someone who can take care of him, after all, you don't really treat him as a slave, right?" As he spoke, Goethe handed the confession in his hand to his sister.

Marin smiled a little noncommittally at the king's analysis, and he just watched the king's sister sign the confession.

Marin glanced at the words on it, made sure there was no problem, and then looked at their king, "You can take her back now." ”

"Really?" Goethe asked.

The horse nodded.

His Majesty reached out and grabbed Linz by the arm and carried her out of the prison.

Marin sat there until the bishop of the Just Church walked in, and he took the confession that Marin handed him to Linz: "Your Excellency, we should now carry out the action we have agreed to do before." ”

"Tell the believers of the Church of Justice and the Goddess of Harvest Church that we will do it in the afternoon, since the gods of nobility think that I am a trouble, then I am now the biggest trouble visible to each other." In the face of his question, Marin nodded and signaled that it was time to start.

Marin then got up and opened the teleportation tunnel.

Hearing that the bishop of the god of nobility was a nobleman of high moral standing in Jungma, Marin hoped that the bishop would take the initiative to provoke a battle with Marin.

If he dies in the fight against capture, that's for the best.

………………

At the same time, Cross walked into the editorial office of the Jungma Evening News, and she glanced at the editor-in-chief and the editors who were tied up: "Who is Artem Sherf?" ”

Bunny Girl stared at the men, and all the employees in the building turned their attention to a skinny human who looked like he had never had enough to eat.

And he didn't have the guts to stand up until he was dragged out of the crowd by Kloss's men.

"Someone complained that there was a problem with the advertisement you placed on the fourth page, as the head of the news control department, I have a responsibility to hold you accountable, if you have any problems to say, wait until you go to prison and talk to the people there." Cross looked at the man: "Mr. Artyom, it's really a pity that a guy like you deserves to be on a par with a hero, go to prison and confess your life." “

With that, Bunny Girl motioned for the members of the Operations Department to drag the guy away.

Then she walked up to the editors: "If there is such a black sheep in your newspaper, the editor-in-chief will be blamed, he will be thrown into prison, and you also need to screen carefully, so, everyone, please." ”

With that, Cross's subordinates packed up the editors and took them with them.

When the editors were taken away, Cross glanced at the latest newspaper content in the Jungma Evening News—the Church of Justice excluded dissidents, and the bishop of the Church of the Noble God was arrested in Jungma.

"What a silent role our prince has played in this...... Stupid guys will always find a good excuse for their own death. With that, Cross dropped the newspaper in her hand on the ground, and as she turned to leave, a flame fell on the pile of newspapers.

As soon as she walked out of the newsroom, Cross got into the carriage and began to drive away from the fire with the help of the carriage.

Her actions came to an end at this moment, and the next thing was for the arrested people to understand what life was fighting for, and if they could understand, it would be the best.

And if they can't understand all this, Cross won't be too them, just hope that these people can use their own brains to resist the violence that can come at any time.

This fresh and unearthly violence has a common name, called the bullet.