As he spoke, the branch president waved his hand and drove his subordinates out.

"I'm leaving, and I'm still so arrogant. It's better to die here today!" The subordinate closed the door, muttering curse words as he disappeared into the empty hallway.

At this time, he did not know the Tao, and he probably had the potential to be a prophet or a fortune teller.

After his subordinates left, the branch leader sat down in his chair and kept complaining, "Mada, it's not my fault, they threatened me!" and cursed as he kept pouring bright red wine into his mouth, and the mellow red liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth, wetting his beard and clothes.

"Oh~~ How did they blackmail you, I would like to hear the reason. A faint voice suddenly sounded from behind the branch president, and the sudden sound echoed in the room, startling the branch president who was complaining.

He stiffly stopped pouring the wine, let go slightly, and with a "pop!", the crystal glass in his hand fell to the ground, shattering into broken glass all over the floor, and the red wine left in it also flowed to the floor.

The branch leader is worthy of being a ninth-level berserker, although because of his pampered life for many years, his body can no longer exert his full strength, but the most basic combat consciousness still exists. He squeezed his legs sensitively and hard, bounced off the soft cushions in an instant, and then turned around and asked, "Who is it?!"

The faint voice sounded in the room again: "Your Excellency, the branch president, has a bad memory, has you forgotten me so quickly? You actually forgot about it today, it seems that you didn't take me as a little person in your eyes at all......"

With this voice, which was somewhat familiar to the branch leader, but could not remember where he had heard it, a tall, straight figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing a handsome and tough face, and the short and medium blond hair stood out in the dim light.

It was supposed to be a face full of sunshine and a face that would allow people to let their guard down. But those blood-red eyes glowing with a fierce light made the branch president, who had seen all kinds of characters, feel a burst of fear from the heart.

Until the man completely stepped out of the shadows and revealed his entire face. and behind the black robe of order. Only then did the branch president recognize who it was. He exclaimed in horror and asked, "Ah! it's you, Acting Cardinal of Kyleus!"

Kyleus's blood-red eyes stared closely at the branch leader with a distorted expression, revealing a gentle smile full of sunshine, and said with a smile, "That's right. That's me. Your Excellency is very honored and remembers me as a little person. ”

The priest's pretense of humility did not put the branch president at all at ease. Still full of tension and defensiveness, he looked like he was on the verge of an enemy.

He observed his surroundings. Thinking about the escape route, he asked Kylelius in a slightly trembling voice, "Why did you come here, this is a heavily guarded place. How did you get in?"

"That's how you came in, this church isn't as defenses as you might think. Kylelius said as he strolled towards the branch president.

Although in his opinion, this place can indeed be regarded as lax guarding, but it is only for monsters of the level of Kyleus, ordinary people will still be caught and even executed in an instant.

The branch leader kept glancing around him, as if trying to find something, but he was soon disappointed.

Although this is his office, because of his trust in the garrison system, he has not placed anything here that can be used for self-defense.

Even the escape route was blocked by Kylelius, intentionally or unintentionally, and the fact that there was a magician on the other side was also clear.

Some of the panicked branch leaders could only instinctively keep backing away, beads of sweat rolling down his face.

He didn't care about wiping the sweat that had dripped into his eye sockets and made his eyes hurt, but he looked at the priest who was approaching in horror, and shouted in a panic: "Don't mess around! Think about it, this is the kingdom of the king of mercenaries!"

As a priest of a famous true god, Kylelius naturally knew what punishment would be for killing a priest of that true god in the church.

But Kylelius did not hesitate, the frequency of his footsteps did not change the slightest, and even the smile on his face maintained the angle of high talent.

As if he hadn't heard the branch president's words at all, Kylelius smiled and said, "Although this is indeed the kingdom of God under His Majesty, it is indeed a great sin to kill a priest of a god in the kingdom of God. But...... If I'm not mistaken, you're not the pastor of His Majesty......"

The priest smiled and debunked the branch president's cover-up.

As a god of the chaotic camp, the Mercenary King is not strict in the management of the human church. And because of his own priesthood, there must be a large number of mercenary clergy in his church.

After all, the unruly mercenaries who manage it naturally also need some former mercenaries who understand their habits to join the management. Otherwise, those ungrounded priests or paladins alone will not be able to manage the millions or even tens of millions of mercenaries in the church.

But because most of the mercenaries are lawless guys, although they have enough respect and love for His Majesty Elfman, it is basically impossible for them to be like other church priests, whose hearts are filled with faith in the teachings of the gods.

So to address this problem, Elfman relaxed the criteria for the inclusion of clergy in the church.

As long as you have enough strength and have made enough contributions to the church, even if you are not a mercenary who believes in the king of mercenaries, you can become the management class of the church, which is commonly referred to as the clergy.

The Traveler's Church is full of all kinds of intelligent beings, and there are naturally many clergy members who are not part of the official Elfman priesthood. And the branch president in front of him is also one of them.

The branch leader was shocked, this was already his worst hole card. He was not naïve enough to think that a ninth-level berserker without weapons could fend off the attack of a magician with at least six rings head-on.

"Please, don't kill me! these things really have nothing to do with me, I'm just in charge of approving tasks, and other things really have nothing to do with me, I'm also forced!" the branch leader cried out in despair and begged for mercy from Kyleus, whose murderous intent was clearly evident in his face. (To be continued......)