"Miao, every time I see you, I want to ask: Can you give Caesar to me!" Bishop Marton watched with a slight envy as Caesar withdrew from the realm of disguise, which was a very rare realm, and even he was extremely envious.

"Dear Bishop Marton, Caesar is my brother, and I can only follow his personal wishes. Miao said with a sincere smile on his face.

That's the answer you answer every time. Bishop Marton didn't care, shrugged his shoulders and said.

"I'm sorry, I can't make decisions for my brother. Miao also said in a helpless tone, but there was a look of pride on his face.

"Haha...... That's what you young people are! Okay, Miao, what do you want me to do. Bishop Marton put the books back on the shelves, put his hands behind his back, and asked as he diverted the subject.

"Bishop Marton, that block will be taken over by me in the future, and I ask Bishop Marton to take back the manpower deployed in that block according to the agreement!" Miao looked at Bishop Marton and said directly.

"Okay! I'll be withdrawing that block over the next few days! If I pull out all at once, Luca's old bastard will definitely be able to detect something. Bishop Marton nodded and replied.

"Of course, Bishop Marton, wouldn't it be better if we had a few more fights? Miao curled the corners of her mouth and said.

"Absolutely. Bishop Marton thought for a moment, nodded, and then added, "Miu you'll get what you want, and I'll get what I want, won't I?"

"Your Excellency Bishop Marton. The potion you provided worked so well that I think Bishop Lukka will be going to see the Great Father in three months' time. Maybe it won't take three months!" Miao replied with a smile on his face.

"Miao. Very well, I admire a young lad like you above all else! When that old bastard Lukka goes to see the Father, I will do my best to support you to become a bishop, and then you must not forget the income of the three blocks in the jì agreement for five years. Bishop Marton nodded in satisfaction, and then spoke slowly.

"Dear Bishop Marton, I will certainly abide by the agreement between us!" replied Miu respectfully.

"Miao, I hope we can become friends in the future!" said Bishop Marton, holding out his right hand.

Miao looked at Bishop Marton's outstretched hand in slight surprise, hesitated slightly, and then also stretched out his right hand. Two large, powerful hands were clasped together.

The three of them discussed some details with Bishop Marton, and finally both sides agreed. Satisfied, Miao Cai walked out of the main hall with Miao and Caesar, and Bishop Marton personally sent the three of them outside the main hall.

"Marton, is that Miao just a little black-clothed deacon, deserves so much attention?" a black-clothed deacon appeared beside Bishop Marton, looked at the backs of the three of them, and asked.

"Vance, are you jealous?" asked Bishop Marton, looking at the playmate with whom he had grown up, in a joking tone.

Vance blushed slightly and nodded. "One thing, if the plan goes ahead, he's going to be a bishop," he said. I'm even more curious, why would you cooperate with him!"

"Haha...... Vance, do you know what my first impression was when I saw Miu?"

"My first instinct when I saw Miu was: this kid will definitely achieve great things in the future!" Bishop Marton shook his head when he saw Vance. And then he said.

"Is that because of this?" Vance asked with a strange expression.

"Well, because of this, I look at this kid differently, and it's also a matter of mutual benefit. Why don't you look for him to cooperate? Napez and Pace are both old people around Luca, and there is no chance of cooperation with them at all. I can only look for a muse. And the income of the three blocks for five years, which is also a lot of income. Why not work with him, and the most important thing is to be able to send Luca's disgusting old man to heaven, it feels wonderful to think about it!" said Bishop Marton, with a smile curling into his mouth.

"Looks like so!" Vance nodded as he rubbed his chin with his right thumb on his arm, and had to admit what Bishop Marton had said.

"I always feel that his future will not stop here! Who knows what this Miu's future will be? Maybe we're accompanied by a towering tree!" Bishop Marton muttered as he watched the first rays of sunlight cast on the three Miu in the distance, dyeing them a golden yellow.

Miao didn't know the conversation between Bishop Marton and Vance behind him, and his mind was constantly thinking about how to maximize the benefits of this hard-won neighborhood.

Under the disguise of Caesar's camouflage domain, the three of them quickly came out of the main hall of Bishop Marton and walked along the main corridor in the direction of the gate of the Supreme Temple. As soon as the three of them walked out of the corridor, a group of Protoss came from another corridor branch in front of them, and the direction of this corridor branch was Bishop Luca's Hall, this group of Protoss was a group of Protoss led by Pace, and they also went in the direction of the gate of the Supreme Temple. Miao looked at Peston who was walking in front of this group of Protoss, slowing down his speed slightly, keeping a distance from them that was not too close, but he could hear the conversation of several people clearly.

"Boss, this morning, I saw with my own eyes that they went to that neighborhood early in the morning and started selling God-given water. The middle-aged Protoss, who had been following Miu and them early in the morning, said beside Pace. Although the voice was already very low, it was still heard by Miao, who had deliberately infused his ears with divine power.

"And what about Marton's men?" asked Pace in a low voice.

"Marton's black-clad deacon, Vance, was also selling God-given water in that neighborhood, and the two groups were facing off for a while!" the middle-aged man replied.

"Didn't the two groups fight?" asked Pace again, frowning.

"No, it's just that the two groups of people seem to have a strong smell of gunpowder, but they didn't fight in the end!" the middle-aged man frowned and thought for a moment before replying.

"Miao, are you in that neighborhood now?" asked Pace as he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man.

"Miao...... Once you get to the block, it's gone. The middle-aged man said with a frown.

"How many of them are in the neighborhood?" Pace then asked.

"Boss, there are ten of them selling God-given water in the block. The middle-aged man replied.

"Yes! You go and follow them for me!Record their whereabouts, be sure to grasp their whereabouts, and report them to me after you do this!" Pace said slowly.

"Okay, boss, don't worry!" the middle-aged man smiled reassuringly.

"Also, keep an eye on Miao, and see what he's been up to lately, if there's not enough manpower, just say it. Pace patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and said.

"Boss, I'm really a little less alone, see if you can send Aru to me, that kid is also clever, and should be able to handle this task. The middle-aged man really felt that it was more difficult for one person, and glanced at the younger, nimble-eyed Protoss man walking behind him and said.

"Okay, you can go with Aru! Do it well, and when the matter is done, you will naturally benefit from them!"

"Boss, rest assured. The middle-aged man nodded, and at the door of the Supreme Temple, he took the Protoss man named Aru and the Pace people to part ways.

The three of them swept straight past the middle-aged Protoss and Aru, without attracting the attention of the two.

"Hmph...... This Pace really can't sit still!" Staying away from the two of them, Miao said with the corners of his mouth curled.

"Miao, are we ......" Miao whispered in Miao's ear as she walked.

"Yes, that's it!" Miao nodded after listening to what Miao said, and replied.

In the past few days, Miao and the others have been going out early and returning late, and most of their time has been spent in that neighborhood.

In the eyes of the middle-aged Protoss and Aru, the contradiction between Miao Thirteen and Vance and a group of subordinates led by Vance had entered a white-hot state. In the first two days, the thirteen of them and Vance's men only confronted each other, and did not move. But on the third day, the two groups fought directly in a forest outside the city, but fortunately, both sides were still restrained by reason, and they still only used a pair of meat fists to solve the problem, and did not use knives and guns. But on the fifth day, the fighting in the grove became more and more intense, gradually escalating, and both sides had already used their divine powers, and finally the nose and eyes were swollen, and the wounded began to appear.

And on the seventh day, Miao and Vance's men finally fought in that grove, which was basically razed to the ground, and what was even more tragic was that Asro was slashed from the front by a protoss with a long sword, the blade of the sword penetrated into the bone for three points, and the wound was opened from the chest to the lower abdomen. If it weren't for Bishop Luca's order to do his best to rescue his two healing priests, and reluctantly used up a bottle of high-grade recovery potion, he would have brought back Aslor, who had almost gone to see his Heavenly Father, but seeing him now wrapped up as a mummy, it was really miserable, and he would have to lie in bed for at least ten days and a half months to fully recover.

After receiving the full support of Bishop Luca, after Asro was seriously injured, Miao let out a cruel word that he must make the people who entered the block pay the same price. And Vance was not to be outdone, and directly expressed his willingness to take it, and the two sides had a shopping struggle in the suburbs without anyone else interfering.

And the upper echelons of the temple are also turning a blind eye to this kind of thing, as long as the gold coins can be paid according to the amount at the end of the month, then no matter how the people below you fight, for them, survival of the fittest is also one of the basic survival methods of the temple. Especially when Lukka and Marton's immediate boss, Archbishop Karen, did not speak, and no one had the guts to deal with this matter. (To be continued......)