"Well, so everyone is there, what, everyone is a civilized person, it's so boring to fight and kill something, why don't we sit down and talk about it......"

Looking at the tense scene in the room, Professor Devon, who was being held hostage by Baldwin as a shield, waved his raised hand like a sunflower swaying in the wind.

"Dewen, I don't remember you being weak enough to be kidnapped by such a bug. ”

Although Dewen was quite cooperative, Barack still saw through at a glance that this guy was just pretending to be garlic with himself, and as a hostage, it was not at all obvious that he had the slightest consciousness as a victim, and he looked calm as if he was a little baby in his mother's arms.

"But are the adults of the church, how can a poor teacher like me afford to mess with them, Lord Barack?"

Dewen replied with a look of trepidation, although he tried his best to portray himself as a timid citizen, but even Nagi could easily see through his contrived acting skills and perfunctory attitude under his facial expression, not to mention how His Majesty Baldwin, as a hostage, would feel like a pain.

"It's boring, Dewen, I can let them go for the sake of our precious time, but for the sake of our precious time, hurry up and help me get rid of these maggots in the church, okay?

Suspended in the air, Barack held his forehead with his hand, and the helplessness in his heart appeared on his face without words, and it was not difficult to see that after being found by Baldwin, this guy Dewen was afraid that after being found by Baldwin, he might even resist the most basic - not even make a mouth cannon to defend himself before he was arrested. Although he didn't know why Dewen, who had always been arrogant, was in the mood to do this, Berak was not in the mood to explore what kind of calculations his nominal student had in his heart, he was like a husband who found his wife lying on the ground and pretending to be dead as soon as he entered the house, selectively ignoring some strange settings imposed on him by Dewen, and said bluntly.

"Barack, do you know what you're doing now? The Church and the Mage Guild have worked hard for so many years to establish the current peace, do you want to overthrow it with your own hands? His Majesty the Pope has already declared that magic is not heresy, that magicians are respectable beings, that we are God's people living together under the divine light, and this is what your president has done with countless efforts, isn't it?"

Without waiting for Dewen to think about dealing with Berak's request in this way, Baldwin was the first to speak, compared to Joan's irascible attitude of wanting to kill first and then quickly, Baldwin's performance was obviously much calmer, and after he learned the true identity of Belak from Dewen's mouth, he knew very well that his direct conflict with the other party was not as simple as a fight between hooligans and ruffians.

The Twelve Apostles are the highest-ranking leaders below the president of the Wizards' Guild, and their status is basically equivalent to that of the Privy Council of the Church, and they are the confidential secretary of the Pope, and the ruler of the future theocratic kingdom of Jebus, and the conflict between the two of them can easily turn into another full-scale war between the Church and the Magiers. And this kind of war, which has no interests to speak of, and will only lead to a vain internal friction that will greatly weaken the Holy Alliance's own strength, is definitely not what Baldwin, who is about to go to Jebus City, which is surrounded by the Ottoman Empire on three sides, to inherit the throne, wants to see.

"I don't know where you got the news from, but you should be very clear about the purpose of your coming here, for the golden apple that can grant all wishes," although Baldwin tried his best to throw his olive branch to Bellak, but Bellak didn't seem to appreciate it at all, with a disdainful chuckle on the corner of his mouth, he looked down at Baldwin in front of him, " This is the most powerful magician and astrologer of all time in this century, nay, should it be said, and the president of the Magician Guild predicts something that can change our tragic fate. ”

"When the first leaves are swept away by the autumn wind, in the land of the far east, the fruit of fate has taken root, the cage that imprisons us will be broken, and the sword will hang over our heads, and the sword will be crushed, and then it will be reborn. ”

With arms outstretched, like a devout believer praying in front of an idol, Barack relayed the prophecy he had heard in his magnetic voice. It must be said that his sonorous and powerful speech was very infectious, and at the beginning, his voice was low, like a traveler groping his way forward in the night.

And when he spoke of judgment and destruction, his voice immediately became high-pitched, as if in a desperate situation, like a knight who charges his enemies a hundred times over.

"Hypocrites, do you hear me? Your days of puffiness have come to an end, the prophecy has been fulfilled, the fruit of fate has ripened, then we will no longer forbear and compromise, the sword hanging over the head of the magician will be shattered by our own hands, your faceless hypocrisy will be lost in front of the truth of the origin of magic, and there is no need for us to continue to swallow our anger!"

"It's a shame that you don't come to the church to be a missionary, Barack," pushed Dewen who was in the way in front of him, and raised the holy sword in his hand, which had been blessed by the Pope himself, to aim at Barack, who was holding his arms in the air, although he couldn't see the expression under his armor, but from his voice, it was not difficult to hear that the king of the Holy Land, who had always been calm, was angry, "I can allow you to insult me, to insult this rotten church now, but you dare to insult the holy creator god." ”

"Not only am I going to insult him, I'm going to kill him!" you low-class people who only prostrate themselves and pray for God's favor know so much about magic and how noble the humans who wield it are," he said unceremoniously to Baldwin, his expression turning hideous. The hypocritical peace can be ended, fools who call themselves shepherds of God, you are nothing but pigs raised by him, no amount of luxurious clothes and fine whitewash can change your lowly nature, it is enough for you to live under the grace of our noble magicians, and the compass of this world should be in our hands!"

"Kill him, and don't show mercy. ”

Holding the holy sword in front of him, the spell on Baldwin's right hand flickered, and a girl who was also dressed in military uniform, but holding a battle flag taller than his own body, suddenly appeared beside him.

"Heroic Spirit?"

Raising his eyebrows, Barack seemed a little surprised that Baldwin was able to summon the legendary Heroic Spirit to fight for him.

"Take orders, my master. ”

Gently picking up the battle flag with the spear head at the tip behind her, Joan of Arc replied coldly, the wide floor cloak behind her slowly floated with her advancing steps, the huge white cross embroidered on the black silk cloak was particularly eye-catching in the eyes of everyone, she was regarded as a heretical witch by the church until her death, and she still firmly believed in the god who had helped her until her death, and she also carried out the orders of Baldwin from the church accurately, I really don't know whether she should say that she is persistent or sad?