In those days, the king fought for the power of the principality of Marton and the church, but many people died several times.
If it weren’t for his influence, he would have died hundreds of years ago and had a hammer friendship
Not the kui is a political face. It’s getting thicker and so disgusting that even I, the sorcerer, can’t say it.’
After some concession, Bishop Safi finally accepted Jemworth’s proposal with shame and chose the place to clean up the left half of the city. Jemworth also kindly asked a group of soldiers to follow them and be ready to help prevent them from fishing by the way.
When he left, Jemworth held Safi’s hand seriously and let them take good care of themselves. Life is more valuable!
Watching the church go away, Jim Woz’s smile disappeared, his face was disgusting, he wiped his hands and spat.
I immediately took a bottle of wine from the family behind me, washed my hands and rinsed my mouth.
What he just said made him feel sick.
One more time and he’ll throw up.
Surface teammates! Find a chance to kill you one day, you old thing!’
He is angry and not poor.
Looking at a face full of pain and a pair of long lice, Bishop Safi twisted around. The priest behind him immediately asked, "Bishop, what’s wrong with you?" Is it uncomfortable? ？”
"Nothing wants to change clothes."
Apparently, like Jemworth, he was disgusted.
But in the end, he put up with it. He took off his coat, shook it and put it on again.
When everything returned to normal, he looked at the priest next to him as usual and asked, "Have any of you heard of Charles?"
"no"
"Never heard of it"
"No …"
Looked at the priests looked at each other before safi touched the bar.
He clearly remembers that there are several places marked on the map in his hand that are the goals of the church to investigate the problem first.
I’m here to make a deal with Marton Kingdom. I didn’t want to be marked directly, so I can do it.
This is unreasonable. If the target of the map is really that guy’s own speculation with some information, then he should be extremely professional and experienced in dealing with cultists. Otherwise, he would never know them so well.
This kind of person will smell something more or less no matter how he covers up the news. After all, dealing with cultists is bound to leak unless he can kill them all every time …’
After thinking about it, he glanced at the soldiers who had been following him and others not far behind him before he ordered, "I want to know all the information about the man named Shire after today. I think he and our king James Woz have great problems. What are they hiding from us …"
Chapter 32 Cleaning up
A torch in a corner of the king’s capital illuminates the surrounding area, and the slashing has gradually stopped.
Although some nearby residents woke up from their sweet sleep when they heard the sound, they saw through the crack of the door that the killing party was wearing the royal armor and carrying the flag with the royal emblem, and then silently shrank back.
No, I don’t know anything.
NO ZUO NO DIE, you won’t die!
Everyone understands this truth.
Seeing that his arm has been tied up and is being pushed to the ground by several soldiers, someone, Jim Woz, is sitting in a chair with his legs crossed. "Sir Carl, do you have anything else to say?"
Listening to the coldness in Jim Woz’s words, the other party immediately struggled and shouted, "I am a koo! ！”
Although the other party has been sentenced to death, Jim Woz doesn’t mind listening to the last words of the other party. Let’s hear it! "
At the sight of a chance, Carl’s face full of tears and snot immediately filled with surprises and hurriedly explained, "They invited me to be a guest. I had no idea they were secretly selling military supplies!"
Nodding his head, Jemworth casually pointed behind him without asking more questions. "I see, you wait a moment, and the horse knows that after all, they have already brought the things."
Carl look one leng turned his head in the past.
At first glance, I saw a group of soldiers coming out of the flaming house. The general had several heads in one hand and something in the other.
Look at that few still bleeding heads, which are very familiar. Sir Carl, the general’s hand, immediately turned his eyes and fainted.