readx;? Feeling the chill coming from the spear behind him, Yarman's face broke out in a cold sweat, and he hurriedly shouted: "Wait! I'll contact His Majesty the Pope immediately!"

It's a big deal to be punished in the future, it's better than losing his life now! Yarman gritted his teeth secretly, his face was full of tangled and frightened looks, he could clearly feel that the killing intent behind him was very strong, he didn't seem to be cheating, he really wanted to kill me!

How can I, the black-clothed archbishop, die in this desolate and remote place!

Adam snorted softly and didn't speak, but a look of contempt rose in his eyes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared to the Predators of Blackstone Town, this Yarman has the strength of a ninth-level magician, but his courage is so small.

Alan tacitly put away his spear and returned to its place without moving, as if nothing had happened. Meng Yi glanced at Alan in slight surprise, Allen's speed just now was extremely fast, as if he was behind Yarman in an instant, and even he didn't react, this speed was terrifying.

Alan sensed Mondstadt's gaze and looked up to meet Mondstadt, who smiled softly at him and Colin nodded politely.

Falling to his knees, Yarman struggled to brace himself, the pain of his broken legs was too much for him to care about, and he thought in his mind how to explain it to His Majesty the Pope later.

"Your Highness, can you let Mondstadt release my confinement so that I can use my magic to contact His Majesty the Pope. Yarman smiled wryly at Adam, who had been suppressed by Mondstadt for a month without a trace of divine power.

Adam nodded, and Meng Yi, who had been paying attention to Adam's actions, took out the Harvest Tome, and Mondstadt opened the Tome and muttered softly, and then with a wave of his right hand, a golden light flashed across Yarman's body.

Yarman felt a burst of relief in his body, and the familiar divine power surged out of his body, and a powerful feeling floated again.

"Let's get started, don't keep me waiting too long. Adam looked at Yarman, Yarman's heart moved slightly, he was a little restless. But as Mondstadt stood behind him with the Harvest Tome in hand, and an unintelligible Alan, Yarman weighed for a moment, feeling that he had no chance of winning.

"Huh?" Adam frowned, and the eyes of Alan and Mondstadt instantly fell on Yarman's body, Yarman felt two strong pressures, and he hurriedly said, "I'll contact you!"

After Yarman finished speaking, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and hurriedly used the special communication magic of the War God Temple and began to contact His Majesty the Pope.

With Yarman's soft chanting, a blood-red light floated from Yarman's body, gradually floating in the air and rippling quickly towards the surroundings.

A look of inexplicable understanding flashed in Adam's eyes, the communication magic of the Temple of War was somewhat like using the near-speed of light nature of magic to cross the limit of distance, and then using the characteristics of divine perception to contact the formulators of the temple.

Adam's guess is more or less the same as the truth, and that the communication magic used by Yarman is indeed related to using the speed of light to cross the distance in reality.

As the blood-colored light disappeared into the room, about ten minutes later, another extremely dazzling blood-colored light flew from the sky into the lord's study in Blackstone Town, and penetrated into Yarman's body with lightning speed.

Then an old and unfamiliar voice sounded: "Where are you now? Is His Highness Hall with you?"

Yarman replied with a wry smile, "His Majesty the Pope"

Before Yarman could open his mouth to say the explanation he had already thought of, the old man's voice sounded again: "No, are there other people around you?" His Majesty's voice was surprised and stern, and Mondstadt's eyes flickered slightly, His Majesty the Pope of the Temple of War was indeed terrifying.

The real body was far away in the temple of war, and a faint divine thought condensed by a trace of divine magic was attached to Yarman's body, but he could clearly sense the existence of other people around him.

Before Yarman could speak, Adam coughed softly: "Ahem, hey, hey, hey, that, Pope, can you hear me?"

Yarman was dumbfounded, and the old voice was silent.

Adam frowned and looked at Yarman: "What's the matter, isn't the signal bad? Why didn't your Pope speak?"

The signal is not good

Yarman looked at Adam in confusion, he was startled by Adam's sudden opening, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.

"Who are you?" said the old man's voice as he said it to Adam.

Adam smiled and said aloud, "I am the Lord of Blackstone, Adam Deria!"

"You're the little lord?" the Pope of the Temple of War clearly knew about Blackstone and Adam, but there was a hint of contempt in his tone.

This old man is a little contemptuous, Adam is smiling, but he is sneering in his heart.

Adam did not answer the Pope's rhetorical question.

The Pope waited for a moment, but did not hear Adam's reply, and he spoke, "If my guess is correct, Yarman and His Highness Hall are both in Blackstone, right?"

Adam nodded, "Exactly, they're visiting Blackstone." "Adam bites the word guest very hard, without the slightest politeness and respect for the pope.

The Pope was slightly silent, he naturally understood the meaning of Adam's words, and after a little silence, the old voice continued to sound: "Say, how much ransom do you want? Is 30 million Divine Grace Coins enough?"

Yarman listened cautiously, relieved when the Pope began to offer the ransom.

In any case, His Majesty the Pope has not given up on him and Hall.

"Thirty million for one man?" asked Adam with interest.

It may be that the Pope didn't expect Adam to be so easy to dismiss, he just wanted to prevent Adam from asking for a price, so he tentatively quoted a price in advance. But listening to this little lord's tone now, thirty million is satisfied?

"Yes!" the old man's voice said indifferently, the two of them were only sixty million, and this amount of money was nothing to the profound War God Temple.

Adam smiled, suddenly gave a thumbs up, and said loudly: "Domineering! Thirty million people! It is worthy of the temple of war! Sure enough, he is rich! Adam is deeply impressed!"

The corners of Hall's mouth twitched with his head down, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, this fool lord, even if you give a thumbs up and slap the Pope's ass, it's useless, he can't see your current actions.

Even Yarman sighed in his heart, 30 million is satisfied, what a country lord! He has never seen the world! Doesn't he know the value of the two of us? Not to mention His Highness Hall, even I myself am more than 30 million!

The black-clothed archbishop symbolizes the face of the God of War, how can he use 30 million to measure the face of the God of War?

Of course, the two did not dare to show contempt on the surface.

The Pope laughed: "Young man, you agreed? Then when will we hand over the prisoners and ransom? You are the victor, you decide!"

Obviously, the Pope was in a good mood, and he didn't mind flattering this little lord quietly to save him from regretting.

Adam suddenly touched his head, a little silly, he was stunned, "Huh, when did I agree?"

The expressions of the three Yarman were suddenly sluggish, what do you mean?

"What do you mean?" said the Pope, with a hint of displeasure in his tone, as he tried his best to endure the little lord, if it weren't for His Highness Hall in Adam's hands, he would have been furious and ordered the Knights to attack Blackstone.

His Royal Highness Hall can't die, and it's hard to explain to the monarch of the Bismarck Empire if he dies

Adam smiled and said: "The Temple of War is indeed rich! I, a small lord of the Saya Desert, have little appetite, and I am not blessed with 30 million divine favor coins, I just want some supplies." ”

A fool would ask for Divine Grace Coins as ransom in exchange for prisoners, and there is no one in the Saya Desert, where can he spend Divine Grace Coins? Do you want Adam to take 30 million out of the Saya Desert to consume?

Adam dared to promise that as long as he walked out of the Sayya Desert now, the Temple of War and the Bismarck Empire would send a large army to kill him!

"Tell me, as many supplies as you want, as long as the quantity is not much, I can meet it. The Pope was slightly silent and spoke, but for Adam's sky-high price, His Majesty the Pope secretly mentioned Adam.

The Pope's point is obvious, if you ask for too many supplies, I can't be satisfied.

The Pope can't do anything with a huge amount of material to fund the enemy.

Adam laughed: "Haha, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Old man Pope, my small territory in Blackstone Town can't afford too many supplies! I don't want much, don't be afraid!"

Adam's words were full of mockery.