"What?" Grana couldn't believe her ears. She knows best what kind of price her family has paid in order to get her on the throne.

All kinds of PY deals, fancy political promises.

At a time when the gods of light have not descended any divine revelation, the church is the best breeding ground for power bargaining.

She thought she could become the saint of her dreams, but in the end, she did, but she didn't quite do it.

The so-called Holy Maiden and Son are, to put it simply, a physical container that the gods dedicate to the gods in case they need them to descend.

With the decline of the gods, the Holy Maiden and the Son are more of a symbolic being. At the same time, the church gives them a certain amount of power, which can be regarded as appeasement and reward.

Since it's a container, I didn't say that I couldn't prepare a few more.

In the year of the highest record in the Church of Light, seven sons were prepared for the god of fire.

It's just that she was suddenly kicked into the hell of frustration by Wren from the cloud of happiness, and Grana really couldn't stand it.

Sadly, no one will care what she thinks.

The Church of Light is relatively good, and it has reserved a title for her, not to the end.

As for whether she can get through this breath, it's a story that no one cares about.

The revival of the Iron Hand Clan begins.

The two giant colored dragon heads that had once been installed at Tesla Academy and Marino's City Gate were temporarily removed and teleported to Iron Hand City. At this moment, two huge dragon heads were driven by the dwarves and carried by sixteen highland goats in a flatbed cart, and the soldiers paraded through the city in two ways.

The celebration and parade will last at least two hours, depending on the enthusiasm of the Iron Hand Dwarven populace, and it is not impossible to drag on for four hours.

After the parade is completed, the two dragon heads are sent to the Heroic Soul Hall of the ancestors of the Iron Hand Clan before the next step of the ritual begins.

Not many people knew that on the way forty kilometers from Iron Hand City, a convoy of horses led by two paladins was stopped.

"Ahh Is it Mistress Peter!? The paladin who led the team stupidly watched as his boss's boss rushed over with a team of Pegasus knights, as if he was burning his ass.

"Is Her Royal Highness Elizabeth Lane alright?" This legendary paladin split his head is a sentence, and the captain is stunned.

Your Highness!?

After being invited out of the carriage, and then seeing Peter in front of her, plus 12 high-ranking paladins bowing to her in unison, Elizabeth was dizzy.

"Well, what the hell is going on?" Instinctively, she tugged at her ill-fitting linen skirt.

"It's a ...... A very serious misunderstanding. Someone has wrongly judged His Highness's devotion to the light, and has launched a serious accusation against you, Your Highness. In fact, they almost succeeded. It was only at the critical moment that the archbishop keenly spotted the problem and corrected it all with an urgent royal decree. ”

When Peter said this, he felt his soul being scorched, and his face was hot in the sense of the soul.

If he is a holy warrior with absolute piety as his spiritual power, he is afraid that this alone will be enough to break his holy heart, and even begin to degenerate his soul and gradually become a black knight.

Thankfully, he wasn't.

In the world of Kaos, there is no Paladin in the strict sense, only the class of [Paladin]. Knight is a title between a nobleman and a commoner. And paladins are used to describe knights who serve the good camp. All Paladin's class templates are either Warrior and Paladin, part-time, or mixed.

Peter is the kind of guy who blends into a legend with warrior skills at the core.

He also knew that he might be off-camp by doing so, but fortunately, it wouldn't be a big problem. After all, it was the bishops of the Church who made the decision to remove Elizabeth, not him, he was just acting on orders.

Peter now had no choice but to wipe the butts of the big guys, first coax Elizabeth onto Pegasus, and then urgently send her back to Iron Hand City.

Elizabeth felt like she was in a dream, but it was a rollercoaster dream.

From a saint to a commoner, she was promoted to a saint.

While she was like a puppet and let the maids put on her make-up and dress, she finally realized the fact in the words of the ceremonial officials and others-it was Wren who pressured the Church of Light to accept her as a connector by name, which led to her re-appointment.

She cried out in her heart: How can I thank Your Excellency Tesla?

On the other side, the grand parade lasted a full four hours.

All sorts of outrageous hiccups happened one after another.

If you are happy, humans will scatter flower petals in the parade.

In the dwarf's place, it was the dwarf who ran to the balcony on the second floor of his house and spilled a spoonful of wine with a spoon, and the dwarf guards in charge of the guard were not annoyed, opening their mouths wide and enjoying the wine falling from the sky.

You think you're done with the drunken streets?

Sand sculpture dwarf smoking a cigar is considered a repertoire.

The falling soot almost blew up a flatbed truck along with the sheep pulling it in front of it.

Thanks to Wren, who was cheered and worshiped by the people along with Allega, he made an urgent move, otherwise at least ten Highland goats would have to change their names to Highland lamb skewers.

Even if the rescue was made in time, several sheep still had their hair burned bald.

Just Nima is outrageous.

made Allega scold and ordered the citizens to ban smoking!

The commotion was so great that after the dragon head was sent to Valhalla, Wren had to change into a robe and come out again.

The dwarves entered their ancestors' Heroic Soul Hall for all kinds of worship, dancing gods or something, and it was naturally inconvenient for Wren to enter as an outsider.

When he reached the VIP stage outside the hall, he was a little stunned to see Margaret put on her thick armor again. What E, what a meter and a long leg, I can't see it.

Sensing the inadvertent disappointment in Wren's eyes, Margaret panicked a little. She knew exactly what Wren had just done.

Orthodox sects are not only peers, but also enemies.

The population of the pan-human camp is so large, and there are more believers in one family, and there must be fewer believers in other families.

What's going on next door, peers must know for the first time.

Margaret's face was slightly red, and she leaned over and whispered, "Big ......"

"What's big?"

"It's a big deal, I'll be there when you have a ball."

"Poof!" Wren really smiled: "You don't think that I have to ask you something, right?" ”

Margaret was embarrassed.

Wren glanced at the table reserved for the Church of Light. The seats were empty.

Wren's eyes turned cold quietly.

He was very dismissive of the actions of the Church of Light. This kind of practice of immediately taking the opportunity to operate on one's own people as soon as they are coerced is very licking the dog. There is no way of doing things like a big sect.

The real big faction must be short-sighted.

It's okay to apologize, and compensation is negotiable, but you shouldn't do it, and you shouldn't do it to your own people. When people's hearts are scattered, how will they bring people in the future?

At this moment, everyone heard a rush and messy footsteps.

Wren turned his head, and was less surprised to see Elizabeth trotting briskly with her skirt in her hands.

"Sorry, I'm late. Hee-hee, I'm a saint again. When she leaned over, she smiled innocently at Wren, but before she could finish speaking, she ......

"Smack-"

Yili, who was dressed in a white gauze dress, stepped on the corner of her skirt in full view of everyone and performed a flat fall.

Wren: "......"

(End of chapter)