A few minutes later.

The battle ended almost as briefly and violently as a storm.

The crew and escorts on the deck of the merchant ship were completely subdued and tied up with little chance of resistance, their weapons scattered to the ground, and only weak fists remained in their hands.

Their eyes were filled with fear and distress, as if they couldn't understand why they had been attacked by the Resurrectionists, and they didn't want to guess what would happen next.

Of all the people of the merchant ship, only Viscount Francis was standing, untied, and an imperceptible nervousness made his cheeks slightly white, and his originally dignified appearance looked a little vicissitudes.

But he smiled helplessly.

Viscount Francis probably guessed what was going on.

It must be that the magnates in the city finally can't hold back their desire to replace him, and now there is another absurd opportunity to get rid of him through the hand of the resurrected church.

Despite the anger burning in his heart, Viscount Francis is also well aware of the reality that in this chaotic world, the slightest mistake can be crushed by the great wheel of fate.

This group of silver-robed resurrection cultists displayed an overwhelming strength, and from their brief encounter, Viscount Francis had clearly recognized the absolute difference in combat effectiveness between the two sides.

It can even be said that if the other party is willing, he and his crew are already life and death at the moment.

Just as this depression and uneasiness permeated every corner of the deck, the silver-armored priest led by the Resurrection Cult walked over.

This silver-armored priest is even more powerful than anyone in their entire city.

On the Imperial Capital's side, the Fifth Order may not be uncommon, and there are even some extremely outstanding geniuses of the Imperial Royal Academy, who have the strength of the Fifth Order at a young age.

But in a remote city-state like theirs, the third order alone was enough to be called a powerful mercenary and adventurer.

And Viscount Francis's excellent secretary and bodyguard is a fourth-order powerhouse.

As a result, in the face of this silver-armored priest, it only took two or three blows before he was defeated as if a child could not fight back against an adult.

The Resurrection Cultists are completely dimensionality reduction blows to border people like them.

No one can compete with the Overlord Branch, who are known for their ferocity in combat.

"Long story short."

Viscount Francis stood there, expressionless, smoke swirling around the corners of his mouth.

As he was being watched by several cultists, he took a deep breath and threw the cigarette butt into the sea.

He tried to make himself look calm.

Because since the other party didn't kill him directly, it means that there may be something to talk about.

It was humiliating to negotiate or even compromise with the Resurrectionists, but if he could save the innocent people on the ship and his daughter who remained in town, he would have no choice but to let him put down his dignity.

Approaching him was a priest in silver armor, and the oppression emanating from him was noticeably much stronger than the others.

He could easily pluck off the head of anyone on board if he wanted to.

"Viscount Francis."

The Silverarmored Priest laughed, his hands crossed over his chest,

"What is your attitude towards our Church of the Resurrection?"

"I don't want to have anything to do with you."

Viscount Francis responded.

The Silverarmored Priest smiled, seemingly unsurprised by Viscount Francis's truth.

This is also the reason why he likes this frank viscount more than the fat pig who can only play tricks.

If one had to choose a side to work with, the Silverarmored Priest would rather work with Viscount Francis than with the cunning strategist who could stab him in the back at any moment.

After all, the order given to them by the Catholic Church is to use a combination of wisdom and strength to achieve absolute hegemony as a priest in various towns, so that the people can believe and accept their teachings, but do not violate the laws of the empire and cause trouble.

Although, in their opinion, breaking the law is not illegal if it is not discovered.

But anything that is risky, he still wants to avoid it as much as possible.

"Now that we are actively changing the environment, it is my full sincerity that we have not hurt anyone."

After speaking, the priest of silver armor took out a bracelet,

"But the core doctrine of our Catholicism is to believe in the heavenly principle that the strong rule the weak, just as at this moment, you have no right to resist us, and I hope you can cooperate with us willingly."

"Is that so...... It's something you can do. ”

Viscount Francis chuckled, only to find it ridiculous.

He could recognize that the bracelet was similar to the magic item used by the slave trader to contract with low-ranking slaves.

The other party said a high-sounding truth, but in fact, it was still the kind of thing that could not be seen.

"I think the Viscount has already made a decision."

The Silver-Armored Priest looked directly at Viscount Francis and said.

Although the contract ceremony was a bit cumbersome, taking full control of Viscount Francis led to a big step towards their missionary goals.

At this moment, a small flying insect that could not be detected floated behind the Silver Armored Priest.

"Come to me."

The cold and short words of command in his ears made the Silver Armored Priest suddenly alert.

"At the end of the second floor."

Again.

However, when the Silverarmored Priest turned around, he felt that he had nowhere to find the source of the sound.

A faint blue glow dissipated with the magic in front of him.

He frowned, making sure no one was near him just now to speak.

This kind of directional sound transmission magic, although it is not necessarily of high rank, makes him feel quite magical, it turns out that there are such bells and whistles mages on the ship.

"Take a good look at Viscount Francis first."

A grim smile tugged at the corner of the Silver Armor Priest's mouth, and he wanted to see who was playing tricks.

And this kind of uncertain factor that he is not even aware of, he also needs to eliminate it himself.

On the deck of the ship, a priest in silver armor slowly descended the stairs, his armor glistening coldly in the sunlight and reflecting the blue waters of the surrounding sea.

Although the pace is steady, every step reveals an indescribable deterrent.

When he walked into the cabin, he looked around, looking for something.

The priest was at the end of the second floor of the cabin in a few moments, his eyes focused on the last door, he stood in front of it for a moment, he felt that there was no powerful magic fluctuation or trap aura inside, and with a soft sound, he twisted the lock and pushed the door open.

The interior of the room is decorated quite simply, but it is also tasteful.

A single bed, a small table, and a bookshelf full of books and literature.

There weren't many people here, but there was a special atmosphere in the room, as if it were a meeting point of knowledge, power and faith.

I saw a young man sitting on the bed.

His light brown hair hung down softly in front of his forehead, partially obscuring his eyes, but it could not hide his calm and naturalness.

He held a copy of the Imperial Bills in his hand, and seemed to search for answers in them, each page turning like an overlay of more thoughts.

He was indifferent to the Silverarmored Priest who pushed through the door, as if he didn't feel the danger at all, or didn't see it as the slightest danger at all.

"Did Your Excellency call me?"

The silver-armored priest asked, staring at the young man.

The other party's temperament is extraordinary, but he doesn't feel the breath of a strong man from the other party.

For the weak who dare to play with him, he will not let go of any of them.

And if it is a real strong person, he will also ask for advice.

Proving strength and weakness is an indispensable step in the practice of their teachings.

“……”

The brown-haired young man closed the code in his hand and slowly raised his head.

Although he did not say a word, the air seemed to freeze because of him, and his silence was not powerless or unengaged, but a self-evident power that made those present feel his inner firmness and confidence.

There was no obvious anger or displeasure in the emerald green pupils, it was an unfathomable, lofty majesty, and the Silver Armor Priest couldn't help but feel that there was no bottom in his heart for some reason.

Finally, a moment passed.

"Which unit are you from. Who is the leader. ”

Lanch asked, speaking in a flat tone.

He had to go back and teach the young lady of the Viscount's house.

Why did a subordinate department come to make trouble halfway through?

(End of chapter)