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"You didn't go along?"

The young man with brown curly hair concentrated on decorating the cream cake in front of him, and took the time to ask the young man with a face from the southern continent who had just entered the back kitchen:

"Your powers are good for spying on observants."

The young man from the Southern Continent shook his head. Immediately afterward, he took off his coat, put on an apron for himself, put on thick baking gloves and a mask, and naturally went to open the oven and take out the freshly baked milk cookies from inside. His voice came muffled from behind the mask:

"It's too dangerous, it's two demigods."

“…… If the information is true, Emlyn White should have made a feud with the Thunder Church, but it is not known if his target will be Radar Valentine or the entire church. ”

He doesn't usually like to talk, and only talks more when it comes to tasks and his beliefs.

"Bump!"

Two plates of freshly baked piping hot cookies were set aside for him to cool for a while, and after a while, he was to brush them with cream or chocolate sauce and sprinkle them with those pretty little pink sugar grains.

Once 20 pieces are assembled into a beautiful tin box, they can be sold for 2 to 3 soles.

Unadorned bulk can also be sold for 1 pence a piece, the former for the enjoyment of the middle class, the latter for the occasional luxury of the common people.

He skillfully began to beat the eggs, separating the yolks from the egg whites, and pouring sugar into the egg whites in batches to whip them to make fresh cream. The brown-haired cake shop guy also made pink lace for the white cream cake, picked up a spatula and prepared to make some colorful plasters on the front of the cake, and no one who looked serious would think that these two cake makers would be cruel serial killers.

Of course, this is also quite a shocking thing for the wild demons of the Southern Continent. When he arrives in Rune, he is so shocked by the demon family's business in Beckland that he can't recover for a long time - but soon, he realizes that he doesn't hate it either, and even enjoys it.

The young man with curly brown hair had a steady hand in smoothing the cake dough, just holding a spatula as if he were holding a dagger horizontally.

"It doesn't matter, for us."

He said unconcernedly, "To be honest, do you think that Fenerport's gang will have the ability to put pressure on the Thunder Church?" Forget it, I'll take a step back and say, can they make the Rune disgusted and afraid of them? ”

"I don't know, the rebellion in my hometown has never been successful."

The young man of the Southern Continent picked up the cookie, dipped it in a container full of chocolate sauce, and sprinkled it with colorful crushed sugar.

His tone was unusually calm: "My mother also participated in the parade, and she was even a minor leader of the Spirit Order. But they had too little power compared to the church and the army, so they all failed. ”

"But that Bishop White is also a demigod, and in terms of high-end combat power, he is on par with the one in the Cathedral of the Holy Wind. But the overall strength...... If the other bishops and extraordinaries of the Earth Church do not help him, he will definitely suffer. The brown-haired cake chef had already written the words "Happy Birthday" on the top of the cake with red strawberry jam and packed the delicate cream cake. He tied the ribbon and bow on the gift box and put it aside, waiting for the guests to pick it up, and stopped by to help pack the tin box cookies.

"That Emlyn White isn't human, is he a natural vampire?" The young man from the Southern Continent asked, "His taste is not normal." ”

"Yes, he was originally an ordinary blood clan, and then he was probably inspired and favored by Mother Earth God, joined the Harvest Church, and then was promoted from Sequence 7 to become a demigod three times in a row within a year, the Divine Favor is really amazing."

"Bloodline? It turns out that the Church of Mother Earth God will really attract blood clans to join the church, what is the purpose of doing so? ”

"I don't know."

The cake chef raised his head and threw the tools in his hand to the other party: "I'm going to buy the goods, by the way, pay attention to the price, you can help me look at the store." Anyway, how is your potion digesting? I don't want to continue making cake and baking here. ”

The young man from the Southern Continent quietly tested his promotion route: "I haven't improved yet, so what are you going to do in the future?" ”

"Of course, I went to the factory and became a workshop director, so that I didn't have to make cakes and could sit and be lazy."

“……？”

He took off his apron, tore off his gloves and mask, glanced at his colleague, and teased: "Your strength is quite practical, if you want me to say, your aura should not be a demon, you are suitable to be an assassin." I want to hide, but I still want to be a demon? ”

The young man from the Southern Continent also put aside the boxed cookies: "They didn't hide as well as me, so they all died." ”

"It's pretty cool." Another person whistled, "I'm leaving." ”

……

"Release Bishop White!"

The next second that this sentence was shouted by someone in the crowd, a gust of wind blew out of the Cathedral of the Holy Wind, blowing so that the people gathered in front of the cathedral could barely stand on their feet, shaking like grass in the wind, and they all took a few steps back.

The sky was overcast, the predominantly white cathedral was surrounded by strong winds, there was a faint thunder and muffled sound, and the blue-black flag swayed slightly.

An indescribable aura of majesty fell from above, causing the people of Fenerport, who had just been emotional, to instinctively feel fear and surrender, and several of them were so frightened that even the courage to scream disappeared, and they fell directly to the ground, while the rest almost used all their strength to continue to stand in place, instead of turning and running away in a trembling manner.

Rao was like this, and their momentum was also dispersed at once, and their faces were pale and speechless.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the upper floors, Radar Valentin looked down, his face gloomy and serious, as if the sky was overcast.

At the moment, it looks like there are at most a hundred people, and it is not enough to shake anything. Of course, this demigod would not let them hang out in front of the former sanctuary of the Thunder Church, just a little majestic aura was enough to make ordinary people bow their heads and submit.

But he also had to show anger and resentment, get Emlyn White to bow his head and admit his mistakes, and take the initiative to help him investigate the incident.

The intervention of the Thunder Church would make these foreigners nervous, but their own beliefs, can they still refuse?

A team of "substitute punishers" streamed out from the side doors on both sides, and the squad of five people was a little small compared to the nearly 100 people on the opposite side, but in fact, it only took one "substitute punisher" captain to control all these unarmed people. If it weren't for the fact that he was trying to test what the hidden promoters were going to do, Lei Lei didn't even bother to send people out to control them, he would have directly used his breath to scare all these people into fleeing in a hurry.

Today was a weekday, and there were not many people coming to church to worship, so the Rune who came to worship were caught off guard by the sudden crowd of Fenerport people, they were almost completely scattered, and the rest hid in the church and did not dare to come out.

The captain of the "substitute punisher" had already arrived in front of the people of Fenerport, and his expression was very ugly.

"Who ordered you to come?!"

He asked bluntly, his fierce and stern eyes swept over the foreigner's body like a knife, and seeing that no one spoke for a while, he raised his voice: "Answer me, who ordered you to come!" ”

The scattered Rune were also crowded among them, unable to move or say a word.

"You took our bishop!" In the distant crowd, someone shouted in a hoarse voice, "You...... Not only did you take the bishop captive, but you also killed our friends......"

"Fart!" The captain of the substitute punisher voice was louder and more emotional than him, and he said a foul word almost without thinking, "Your archbishop is shielding the murderer!" ”

"I don't know you at all! But my wife and kids were blown up by that madman!! ”

If he hadn't been on patrol at night, he might have stayed with his family and then caught fire with the loud bang before dawn. He may survive with his strong defenses, but he can only watch his wife and children die.

"We brought him in, held him accountable for the innocent victims, and he insisted on making us move first, then turned around and left!"

I thought of the thunderous gas explosion in the morning, of the burning home, of the despair of knowing that the place of the accident was my own residence, and of the charred corpses covered with white sheets...... The substitute's eyes almost burst into flames, and hatred indiscriminately turned out on every Fenerport in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said:

"You're saying we arrested him? He turned and left, and he couldn't stop him—whoever dared to catch him, who could catch him! ”

Probably because his emotions were too real, the people around him slowly changed their attitudes.

They were originally curious and grateful to the Feneport people who had come to Rune to help with the reclamation, and they also had a natural affection for the country because of the low-cost grain bread that saved them, their parents, family, and friends and neighbors, and even if they didn't have either, the dusty, vicissitudes and nervousness of these people in front of the Cathedral of the Holy Wind could arouse people's pity for those in need.

But now, as the blood and tears of the punishers fell, they all suddenly realized that these foreigners might not be friendly to them and others, and even hostile.

In such a situation, how can they not be vigilant and instinctively favor people of the same nationality and faith as themselves?

Such emotions may have initially arisen in the minds of five or six unrelated passers-by, but they soon spread to almost everyone.

In the past, there were still sensible and more just people who would have thought about what the Fenerporter had said at the beginning, "You killed our friends", but now, many people are thinking:

Sure enough, these foreigners are still dissatisfied with becoming a vassal nation!

They are dangerous and may threaten the lives and property of themselves and their families!

Isn't that Mr. Priest a living example? He didn't do anything, he didn't know anything, but he lost his family in anger.

"I'll tell you, these people are the unstable factors in society......

"See their clothes? Dressed so casually, not formal clothes, with dark and red skin, looking rude and uncultured. ”

“…… They should be restricted from their movements, and since they are here to reclaim the wasteland, they should not be allowed to enter the city of Beckland. ”

"You're right, if you need anything, why don't you just go to the East End? It's a real nuisance for us in town! I don't have to worry about the robbers, I'd be scared if I sat in a public carriage with them......"

"By the way, is the grain in Fenerport on the market now going to return to its original price in a few days?"

For a time, all kinds of voices sounded in people's hearts and ears.

No matter how bad the people of Fenerport are at observing words and colors, no matter how dark the winter nights are, the people of Fenerport can already feel that there are unfriendly, vigilant, and even suspicious eyes coming from all directions and falling on them.

Those whispers and malicious repulsive glances are intertwined into a large net, which is impenetrable and breathless. The person at the head was pale and trembling, not knowing whether he was oppressed by the tone of the other party's words or by the momentum of the extraordinary.

"You ...... It's clear that you made the first move......! ”

His lips trembled, and he pointed to the substitute on the other side, unable to utter a word.

When the punisher saw that the other party was pointing straight at him with his index finger, he was furious.

He shifted his gaze to the left and right, and found that the atmosphere was clearly facing him, and people were blaming each other with their eyes and whispers.

In front of the church of his own church, in an atmosphere of acquiescence and support from everyone, even the archbishop did not convey a message to stop - he suddenly became emboldened, no longer restrained his anger, took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of the other man, and threw an adult male to the ground like a fluttering rag doll.

"Why are you pointing at me?"

Bang! The Fenerport man was thrown three or four meters away with a muffled thud.

"Why are you pointing at me!" The substitute scolded loudly, "You stormed the Cathedral of the Holy Wind and threatened the safety of our worshippers, and you pointed your finger at the priest of the church!" Don't you Ferneportians know how to write the word etiquette?! ”

An adult man who looked to be in his forties was curled up in pain for a while, unable to get up from the ground.

There was a faint sound of laughter and whistles from the crowd of onlookers, and it seemed that some of the thugs who loved to watch the excitement also began to probe their heads, and almost all of them turned a blind eye to the most obvious act of violence.

In this moment, he felt as if he had become some kind of justice, some kind of unquestionable authority.

"What are you doing!"

This action immediately lifted the hearts of all the Fenerporters, and several of them scolded angrily on the spot. They immediately stood in the way of their fallen companions, but the next moment a fierce wind blew in their faces, and on a winter night they were like blunt knives cut in the face. The wind blew them so hard that they couldn't even open their eyes in front of their faces with their arms, let alone say anything to refute each other.

"I remember you!"

Suddenly, someone pointed at his face and shouted, "I remember you!" Someone sold my grain at a low price before, and I asked you for help, but you said that it was not your control, and you drove me away, saying that I should not interfere with official business......"

The substitute paused, looked at the speaker, and saw that it was another completely unimpressed face.

Not only that, but he didn't even remember what the other party said - what did he remember such a trivial matter? The market price is not in his hands! This man can't decide the price of selling things himself, what does it have to do with him? - The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, now that he had become the authority here, there was still someone who dared to point his finger at him again so carelessly! The frivolous accusation made him furious for a moment, and he strode forward, grabbed the hand pointed at him, and dragged the other man out of the crowd.

This tall, thirty-year-old young man was powerless in the hands of the Sequence 5 Extraordinary, and was dragged directly over like a little chicken. He was also taken aback by the other party's amazing strength, and just as he was about to speak, he saw that one of the other party's hands had been raised high.

The young man subconsciously closed his eyes.

At this moment, the sky suddenly lit up, the clouds dispersed, and the bright red moon rings hung in the air.

The substitute only felt that his eyes were spent, and then his body flew out like the Fenerport man just now.

He slammed to the ground, then felt sharp pain in both of his wrists. His wrists were dripping with blood, and the scales hidden under the skin had all been cracked, and the skin had cracked in an instant, like a fish scraped off the board.

He looked up and saw a figure against the moonlight, and a pair of cold eyes of the same color as the moon.

The red moon shone down, and the moonlight shrouded the square in front of the Basilica of the Holy Winds, and every Fenerport felt a sudden sense of stability in their hearts, and they invariably threw the realization forward, watching with anticipation and joy the familiar bishop appear there.

Emlyn didn't speak, he looked around, reached out and pulled the fallen man up, handed it to his friend, and then fixed his gaze on the man who was slowly coming out of the Basilica of the Holy Winds.

"Bishop White."

“……”

Radar Valentin was unmoved: "You have also seen the situation, your believers and my subordinates have once again had a dispute. This time, we should settle the conflict anyway. ”

His gaze swept over the crowd around him, and he asked meaningfully:

"Do you want to stay here and let everyone see that you're bad, or do you want to take them away and we'll continue talking?"

"It's not that I said it, I really want to solve the problem, but you always don't seem to be sincere." Emlin said expressionlessly, "Bishop Valentine, you are very powerful, I can't talk about you, you might as well tell me directly, what do you want me to do?" ”

Radar smiled: "I knew that you were a good person who was reasonable, after all, not every bishop has such a good heart as you. ”

"My appeal is also very simple, just like in the morning. Hand over the murderer's accomplices, let them face a fair trial, and then we can discuss what is behind this matter, we should not let the dangerous elements continue to roam in Beckland. ”

"I said he wasn't ...... at all," Emlyn visibly felt the hand behind him tighten again, clutching his clothes.

"That's what I'm asking for, Mr. White, do you think it's acceptable?"

TBC

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After being dragged out for a day, the screams and bouncing of ten or even nine children still echo in my ears, and the strong smell of smoke.