On the third day after meeting Asimiro, he really arranged for Xiao Chen to be among the sages who met the Holy Maiden.

Generally, each sage can only carry one attendant, although it is not impossible for Asimiro to bring two people, but after all, the Holy Maiden's palace is under the control of the magistrate, and one more person will definitely attract the attention of Luo Ling Xiao Chen.

So he only took Xiao Chen alone in the early morning of this day, crossed the bridge of the Holy Maiden in a carriage and came to the palace of the Holy Maiden.

The palace of the Holy Maiden was not luxurious in Xiao Chen's opinion, at least it was much inferior to the palace of the Iberian Kingdom, the main building of the palace was a four-story house, and the other side buildings surrounded a small vestibule garden, where Amisiro's carriage stopped, and two black-clothed executors came to open the door for them.

Xiao Chen jumped out of the carriage with Asimiro, searched by the surrounding executor guards, and then passed the inspection.

From the entrance, the palace is guarded by many executors, but unlike the executors who go out to capture wizards, they do not wear masks. They hold spears in their hands and pistols at their waists, and they look very elite.

With Asimiro's guarantee, Xiao Chen's identity is naturally not a problem. He followed the familiar Asimiro into the main building. The façade of this white building is furnished with a variety of paintings and sculptures, as well as furnishings of various ages and styles.

With his keen perception, Xiao Chen felt that many ornaments were haunted by this special aura, which belonged to the owner who had used and played with these utensils. He may not have felt the remnants of this aura before he became a saint, but now he can feel them. Xiao Chen quietly cast a detection magic that had almost no magic fluctuations, and sensed that many of these artifacts had been used by people with similar spiritual powers, but with different differences.

Glade, who was in his pocket, said to him through the bridge of souls: "My guess is right, some of the souls of the saints of the past generations may be the same, passed down through reincarnation, but the other part is different, belonging to their bodies in this life. ”

Xiao Chen said: "Since this is the case, and the Holy Maiden has not awakened, the communication strategy we adopt should focus on the current world. ”

Asimiro walked into a waiting room on the first floor, with a coffee table and six chairs around it, and five other sages had arrived, each with an entourage behind them. When they saw Asimiro coming in, they all greeted him in a friendly manner, but no one asked about Xiao Chen, and it seemed that Asimiro had already passed the anger with them.

The meeting days of the Holy Maiden receive only four to eight sages at a time, with six being the most common number.

Xiao Chen stood quietly behind Asimiro, listening to the sages chatting about various factories and trading companies, and felt more and more that his guess was correct, and the group of people in front of him actually controlled the economic lifeline of the Western Continent Republic. These people are not loyal to the Holy Maiden, as long as the Holy Maiden's idea is to develop the inheritance they control, then they will inevitably stand by the Holy Maiden. But they are clearly dissatisfied with the status quo of the saint. Xiao Chen heard several people say that the saint is not sensible, awakens too late, has a bad temper, and so on.

They had been chatting for less than half an hour, when there was a burst of laughter directly from outside the door, and a girl who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, surrounded by four or five handsome and beautiful men and women of the same age, ran into the hall of the main building of the palace from the back garden to the door.

The leading girl has short curly hair of maroon, and she is very beautiful except for some freckles on her face, even among a group of handsome men and women. This group of boys and girls all wore white dresses, but only the first girl had a different temperament, and under the similar youthful appearance, only she seemed to hide something dignified.

The young men seemed to have just played some game outside, and they were still laughing and talking. But when they saw the sages in the waiting room, their voices couldn't help but soften.

Only the red-haired girl still looked lazy, as if she didn't pay attention to these people at all, and she muttered softly, "Why are the old guys here again? This month has passed too quickly." ”

Her voice was not too soft, and the sage could hear it clearly as long as it was not behind his ear.

Several sages showed uncertainty on their faces, and one of them, Sage Vargos, said: "Holy Maiden, today is a monthly meeting day, it should be an important day for both you and us, we have a lot of serious issues to discuss, didn't you prepare for it before?"

The red-haired girl stretched and said with an indifferent look: "Anyway, you are there to talk about it every meeting day, I just need to listen to it with peace of mind." If I disagree, you will also give a hundred reasons to refute it, so what's the point? So I'm going to listen with only my ears now, and what you say is what you say, isn't that good enough?"

Vargos stood up, flicked his robe and said, "Your Excellency, please pay attention to the way you speak. Such unseemly words should not come out of your mouth. You have not yet awakened, and we all have an obligation to guide you and regulate you! Please do not let the reputation of the Holy Maiden be discredited!"

The saint said: "How come, I can't even step through the door of this palace, and there are few people who know me, how can I disgrace the saint? All I can do every day is to play with my friends here." They have seen all kinds of things about me, what else is there to be ashamed of?"

Vargos swept sharply over the white-clothed young men and girls beside the saint, all of whom had been arranged by the inquisition to take care of her, and Vargos looked at them as if he were looking at a dead man.

Then a young man in white, perhaps thinking that the saint was saying something funny, snorted very softly.

And at this time, Vargos made a move, his hand only moved slightly, and a sharp fighting spirit flew out, hitting the young man's chest, and immediately exploded a big hole in his chest. Vargos' hand pressed forward again, and the splattered flesh and blood were actually blocked back, and all of them hit the young man himself.

The boy's body, like a broken bag full of holes, flew out and fell into the middle of the hall on the first floor.

The boys and girls let out a sharp scream, and they were all frightened by this scene, and several of them fell to the ground with rolling and crawling, and some even cried in fright.

The holy woman standing in the middle of this group of people was calm, but the anger in her heart seemed to erupt from her eyes.

"Why do you want to kill my people!" cried the saint angrily.

"Your people? Are they people? These flattering rubbish, just your toys. ”

"Even if it's a waste toy, it's my toy!

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