"Could Napoleon be the mountain of this generation?"

Mesadir had asked this question several times in her mind, and she couldn't be sure.

She didn't lie directly, because Wu Xin's previous question was a test.

She was not mistaken, if she had said directly that the ointment that had completely rendered her hostile had been snatched by Napoleon, then Wu Xin would have had Delia throw her into the Nile, and before that, Villefort would have made a few big holes in her.

If she hadn't realized that Wu Xin knew the answer to the previous question, she would have been in the mud at the bottom of the Nile by this time.

Wu Xin did not know the details of Napoleon's fortune, but he did not believe that this ability to make Jews trust and obey could be robbed.

The activities of the Jews in Palestine were extremely secretive, and such treasures were by no means in the possession of any ordinary believer.

It was extremely difficult for Napoleon to find the "hermits", and he did not have enough manpower to fight wars and collect taxes, how could he possibly find those conspirators who had been hidden for thousands of years.

It was only those conspirators who found him.

And Mesadir figured it out.

But she couldn't figure out how much Wu Xin knew about the Shanshan Monastery, their goals, their organization, and their ideals.

"Say, answer Sibo's question!" Delia's silence and hesitation irritated Delia, and she pressed the mage's hair into the river with a vicious force.

"Be careful, be careful, you're wearing armor." Wu Xin told Delia to be careful, her weight plus the weight of her armor was heavier than Wu Xin and Villefort combined, she adjusted her center of gravity too far, and the ship was unstable.

The surrounding soldiers and officials all gloated at this warlock's harem battle, and they all hated it to the bone. No one has any relatives who have been taken captive because of him?

The bey lords who were caught were lucky in their rooms, and he actually used women to pay the bills and buy those orcs.

They both prayed in their hearts that the two women would fight and fall into the river together, and that it would be better if the boat sank.

Although the strong woman looked like she had won.

"He's not a mountain." Mesadir figured it out. Since this kind of thing can't be sure herself, then Wu Xin definitely can't be sure, she wants to choose the answer that is beneficial to herself, but she can't let Wu Xin doubt herself, "It shouldn't be." ”

The current situation is extremely grim, Wu Xin has a lot of plans, his strength is very small, but the enemy he has to deal with is extremely strong, and his nerves are extremely tense.

Mesadir didn't have a single escort around him. Her cronies had all been used to communicate with the orc tribe, and until this morning, she couldn't find Wu Xin's conflict with her.

"Probably not?" Wu Xin did count on her power, but he only dared to count on the power that he could trust.

"I haven't seen the leaders of this generation, and in the last election, my grandmother was a hermit in our group, and we elected once every thirty years, and there are more than ten years before the next election. I don't know the chief. In fact, I don't know any other hermits either. We only recognize tokens and charisms, not faces. "Mesadir is deeply rooted in Egypt, but she is not alone." But if he is a mountain of this generation, then he has a way to let me know, there are other cheaper tokens, and that ointment is expensive. There was no need to waste it like this, and he had never used tokens in his past correspondence. And the chief can see that the others who are present, you, are not believers in the Lord of the End of All Things. Believe me, no one can pretend to be our parishioners in front of the leaders. ”

"Elections only once in thirty years? What are you going to do if the chief dies in the meantime? "When the True Chosen Pope dies, all the powerful cardinals will know, but this is because Shiric consumes his own strength to remind his subordinates that all other gods can't do this, and this is still on the main plane." Who will organize the elections? Won't it cause confusion and loss of contact? ”

Wu Xin suspected that this plane fragment with lower power could not have that kind of communication technology.

"The chief needs time to execute the plan, and frequent elections will not only disrupt the rhythm, but also put us at risk of being exposed, and if the leader dies, we will do our own thing."

"We only occasionally received clear instructions, and most of the time the hermits were acting for general goals, and we always wanted more ghettos and fewer loans to allow us to build churches. If anyone can gain the trust of a great monarch or council, try to get them to help us rebuild the kingdom of Israel and rebuild the temple, and whoever has the hope of doing this will have the best hope of becoming a mountain. ”

"As for the impossibility of losing contact, every election rally, the place and organizer of the next election will be determined in advance, and there are three organizers, all of whom are relatively young hermits, and this cannot go wrong."

Her answer caused Delia to loosen her grip a little, allowing her to get back to the ship a little.

Wu Xin didn't nod, he wasn't completely satisfied.

But Wu Xin looked at his subordinates, and then compared the battle-hardened guards around Napoleon, and the majestic Napoleon, plus his other goals.

Wu Xin was reluctant to kill this powerful mage after all, and he realized that if he wanted to ensure all his reincarnation teammates, he had to have the support of this female mage.

So he finally pulled Mesadir up in the disappointed eyes of the soldiers on the docks.

However, he did not plan to take this woman to the Valley of the Kings either, she was unreliable in front of Napoleon.

Wu Xin realized that he had given too little to this woman, and he said frankly: "You know that I am not a prince of Bourbon, but I do have a lot of influence in the Old World, and in fact I am not the heir of any French noble. ”

Mesadir gasped as she looked at Wu Xin, who was surprised to admit it.

She tensed up again all of a sudden, did she still want to kill her?

But Wu Xin continued: "But where can a powerful warlock like me come from? ”

According to the information Wu Xin had gathered during this time, he believed that he was already the most powerful warlock in this plane, and there might be some warlocks with a spell casting level higher than him.

But considering his youth and ability to avoid materials, he is the strongest warlock, and he can only be a great nobleman.

"Are you ........."

"I am a long-cherished enemy of France, a man bent on ruling Europa, and serve me wholeheartedly, and you will at least get a city that belongs entirely to your church." Wu Xin said as he threw a "fireball technique" towards another small boat that had just docked.

The people on the boat were almost immediately killed.

The only person who did not break apart when he entered the water was also seriously injured by the explosion, and was rushed down by Villefort, who had long been ready to attack, and cut his throat.

Wu Xin waited on the shore for so long, not only to torture Mesadir, but also to wait for the small boat carrying the alarm messenger.

His arrogance was an excellent disguise, and no one doubted that his seemingly insane actions were to kill the people on this ship.

After doing all this, Wu Xin yelled at the people on the dock: "What are you looking at?!" Get out of here! (To be continued.) )