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"Master Ian said that the more delicate things are, the more fragile they are, the more they look high-end, and the more vulnerable they are—"

Iofita cocked her index finger and shook it a little clumsily like Evan Ian—

"Turtles are not soil, and their combat effectiveness is five. ”

As soon as Iofeta finished speaking, she heard a faint sigh coming from outside the nearly collapsed courtyard gate.

"Iophta, that sentence...... That's not how it works......"

Hearing this voice, the faces of the people present all changed, but Alan Si and the others showed consternation, while Iofeta lightly outlined the corners of her mouth: "Young Master Ian......"

"Uh-huh, it's me. Stepping on the rubble all over the ground, Evanian responded lightly, and slowly walked out of the shadows, although he looked dusty and a little embarrassed, but almost miraculously unharmed, "I'm back." ”

With a heartfelt smile on her face, Iofita folded her hands in front of her stomach with blood and stains on her body, and bent down slightly: "Welcome back, Master Ian." ”。

"Mage's Guild...... Corolla aristocratic ...... Elector...... Emperor...... Church ......"

Andrewson laughed wildly, and said the horrible possible surname-

"You guy, you want to overthrow the entire empire!"

Evan Ian narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts had never been told to anyone else, after so many years of execution in the South Ridge, as close as the Black Knight or Feldenand, he didn't expect him to have such great ambitions, but he didn't expect to be broken by a fanatical priest at this time.

"Lord Bishop has always believed that your Silver Rose family's large-scale development and manufacture of guns and new artillery is nothing more than an alternative to airships, golems, and magic cannons. ”

After laughing wildly, Andrewson slowly lowered his head, the hideous smile on his face did not stop, but he could feel that the killing intent in his body had subsided a little, as if he wanted to have a good talk.

Shocked by the sniper and Andrewson's words, for a while, Vincent and the others did not continue the siege, but blocked between the priest and Evangel.

"You are indeed a genius who is not born in the world. Andrewson praised Evan Ian without hesitation, "Yanjing and the Holy City both thought that the new model army of Nanling was just a toy that Ferdinand let you toss and play with, but you designed a whole new set of military systems and tactics for this toy-like new model army, and even relied on these 30,000 new troops to defeat an opponent that 300,000 emperors [***] people have not been able to defeat for 70 years." ”

"But even so, there are still many people inside and outside the Holy City, who think that you have only done all this with the help of the accumulation of the Silver Rose family over the past century, on the basis of the original emperor [***] people, and the recent election officials of the Silver Rose. ”

The archbishop, however, thinks that your talent is much more than that. ”

Evan Ian listened quietly to Andrewson's narration, he was very interested in how the big people who were far away from Nanling evaluated him, since the crossing, he did not deliberately publicize, but he did not deliberately restrain himself, and if he knew how those big people saw him, his grasp of the overall situation of the entire empire would be more secure.

If the person in front of him wasn't Andrewson, a neurotic fanatic, he probably wouldn't have been able to get these messages, right?

But who is this archbishop, one of the thirteen archbishops of the Cross, who can command such a high-ranking inquisitor as Andrewson?

Or...... Could it be ...... Is that the [Hermit]?!

While Evan Ian pondered, Andrewson continued.

"But at first, I thought the archbishop was a little too worried. Andrewson's eyes stared at Evan Ian, but he continued to smile on his face, "However, I didn't expect that after coming to Nanling, I realized that it seemed to be me who thought too simply. ”

When Andrewson said this, his expression became more and more excited, and the inhuman fanatical killing intent was steaming again, ready to move.

"Just now, you gave me another surprise, and this surprise is so big that I dare say, it even far exceeds the archbishop's original expectation of you!"

Andrewson snapped his finger out and pointed at Evan Ian. His sudden movement made the black knight think it was an attack, and he suddenly twitched.

But it seems that he is simply pointing at Evan Ian.

"You guy, you are indeed the biggest enemy of the church in the past hundred years!"

Looking at him, Evan Ian was thinking quickly.

The snipers of the Crow Detachment must have targeted Andrewson, but from the performance of the priest just now, Evan Ian has confirmed that Andrewson is a real combat priest, a mid-level double powerhouse of truth, and rich combat experience, far from being comparable to a pure academic sorcerer like Knettin, or a fallen paladin like Miles who just died.

After all, Miles has fallen, and except for the Holy Sword Technique, which is almost a simple technique of concentrating and launching the Holy Power, there are almost no divine techniques that can be used.

But this is not the case with Andrewson, from his perspective at this time, he can see the position of the sniper - because this is the first actual combat of the Rook detachment, so considering many factors, Evan Ian did not let the Rook go too far.

But now, it seems that this arrangement is a little under-considered, this distance, is still within the range that the high-ranking priest's hawkeye can observe, Andrewson may not be able to dodge the fired shells, but Evan Ian can't be sure that he can't notice the sniper's movements - you know, even Evan Ian, with the help of spells, can perceive the subtle movements of a person 200 meters away, it is only a matter of whether he wants to or not.

And if Andrewson gets into combat speed, then it will be even more difficult to hit him.

After weighing it carefully, Evan Ian sighed and looked up at Andrewson.

"Enemies of the church or anything, I never thought about it. ”

Evan Ian looked at Andrewson lightly.

"Although your church has been persecuting my Silver Rose family because of my bloodline, from my point of view, I have never wanted to be an enemy of your church. ”

"Southridge has never forbade believers to be religious, let alone prevent the church's clergy from entering, preaching, or building churches. But your church has repeatedly insulted our Silver Rose family as heretics, persecuted them, assassinated them, and even drawn other innocent civilians into battle—"

"Father, I want to ask you, is this the gods you believe in, the justice you believe in?"

Evan Ian said lightly, his hands behind his back, and he made a gentle gesture.

During training with the Crow detachment, there are a variety of commands for firing commands, including firing red tracer rounds, and gesturing specific gestures are also a type of command.

When he made the first gesture behind his back and kept an eye on Evan Ian's observer through the telescope, he immediately informed the sniper next to him of the situation, and the sniper then entered the shooting state, and only needed Evan Ian to make another gesture to make a confirmation, and the sniper would immediately pull the trigger.

This method of command is undoubtedly more subtle than tracer bullets, and if Andrewson had been blinded by the impression of tracer bullets, he would probably have been killed instantly without realizing it.

However, Andrewson's answer made Evan Ian's fingers, which had begun to change, instantly freeze.

"Is it righteous......" Andrewson looked at Evan Ian, his nervous smile unchanged, only his eyes changed slightly, "As Sunnah Inquisitors, we can pray, but we cannot be merciful. ”

"Evanian, you don't understand the church, you don't understand the gods, you are like those tens of millions of ordinary people, standing in the water, looking at the flowers in the fog, you can never see through the truth of the world, and you can't know the true meaning of the existence of the church and the gods. ”

"What did you say?" Evan Ian frowned, "What do you mean?"

Andrewson seemed to speak to Evanian, and as if talking to himself—

"Listen, I'll just say it once. ”

"It is not the gods who guard mankind, on the contrary, it is because of our church that the gods exist. ”

Andrewson turned slowly.

"Looks like I can't kill you today, I'll see you next time. ”

“...... You ......" Evan Ian was stunned, looking at Andrewson's back, he suddenly reacted.

"What do you mean by that!?"

The holy wind howled, wrapping around Andrewson's body, his robe swinging like wings, and the black-robed priest had already jumped high.

"Someday, you'll know......"

With a faint echo, Andrewson disappeared into the night......

3rd floor of the Ducal Palace.

Seemingly indifferent to the tickling outside the window, Feldenand sat behind his desk, quietly flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Lord Duke, may I come in?"

Feldnan frowned, "Geor? Come in." ”

Ferdinand remembered the names of every knight of the Black Rose, and the names of those who died, those who retired, the names of each one, he opened his mouth.

Looking at the black knight who pushed open the door and quietly walked towards him, Ferdinand put down the newspaper in his hand: "Didn't I let you guard those baby bumps in Evan, why did you come back?

"Lord Duke......" Georg raised his head and looked at Ferdinand, his eyes radiating an unnatural red light: "Mr. Father, let me kill you." ”

Ferdinand looked at the black knight who slowly raised his sword, and frowned-

"Magic Pupil ......" looked at Georg's unnatural pupils, and Ferdinand already understood something, "In this way, Ed and Dylan are also ......"

With a bang, the window on the third floor of the study was smashed, and the other two black knights had already jumped in.

Surrounded by three of his former subordinates, Feldnan slowly stood up.

"I see, is this the reason why you have the confidence to dare to attack the Duke's Palace......"

"I may be a little sorry to say it, but I can't argue with the facts. ”

With a gentle, somewhat incomprehensible man's voice, the silver-haired priest, somewhat awkwardly clinging to the window frame, climbed to his feet.

"The three Grand Knights of the Beginner Rank of Truth may not be anything to Lord Duke, but they are your subordinates and close comrades-in-arms who fight side by side, so can you still kill them as neatly as you do with your enemies?"

"Did you say, Mrs. Shirley?"

Abel knelt down on one knee, as if inviting a noble lady to get out of the carriage, and let Shirley step in through the window.

It would have been more perfect if it hadn't been for the long dagger that Shirley had in her hand.