Leila has no objection.

But Shia pursed her mouth and wanted to use her mouth to monopolize a half heroic believer. Shir raised his hand and thrust her into a sniff. He put his palm on the little Buddler's head, who was not tall enough to reach his waist, rubbed her long golden hair and said, "Okay, that's what it means. I know you are all eager to rebuild your church, but for a Zoe that is not worth quarrel, when my territory is built, I will build a big temple for you to recruit players and believers for you."

Charles' trick is to draw cakes and feed candied dates.

Shia was no longer confused, and her big eyes shone: "Build a temple for us? Guardian, I heard it clearly, and I will not break my promise."

The phantom goddess Laila also glanced at her with her clear eyes, obviously very concerned. Seeing this, Charles smiled slightly and said, "If the territory can be established, your temple will not be able to escape. Therefore, if I encounter any trouble in the construction of the territory, you also need to share my worries."

"No problem at all." Shia agreed, and Leila nodded slightly. Anyway, their fate was bound to Shire. Even if Shire didn't mention it, they would still help.

The three of them left the female Zor Antinoya and finished the negotiation. Only then did Charles hand over the two contracts in their hands to the female Zor who was still crawling on the ground, and said lightly: "Sign it with your secret seal."

The girl Zhuoer silently bit her lower lip and nodded, carefully took two contracts and placed them on the ground, and then sat down on her knees and closed her eyes as if she was appointed.

The Drow magician of lv30 obviously really exhausted the power in his body. Logically speaking, low-level spell casters can easily cast zero-ring spells, leaving their own secret magic marks on the object. However, Antinoya closed her eyes for more than a minute before she condensed a faint mark on the two contract books, and then she felt as if she was exhausted. She fell weakly on the cold ground.

Charle coldly glanced at the girl Zhuoer on the ground, picked up the contract book, took out a magic quill that was dipped in red ink and seemed to never dry up ink, and wrote down his ID name on two contract books.

As for the two little goddesses who drafted the contract, after Charles and Antinoya signed the contract, their foreheads were shining with divine light. The pupils turned into empty black holes, and they watched the contracts burn in the air and gradually drifted away.

"Let's go." Shire helped Limjoer up at this time, and did not immediately remove the enchanted shackles on her hands and feet.

The slave merchant Roger obviously spent a lot of money to imprison Antinoya. The pair of shackles were at least blue-quality enchantment props. Charles planned to take the girl to the hotel, and then use the special keys found in Roger's body to open the shackles and put them away by himself.

The group left without dealing with the bloody battlefield inside and outside the apartment building.

Soon after, the errail footsteps came from the handrail stairs. The female dark guard in black armor returned to the small building. The lord of Santiel Fort looked around the mercenary corpses in the lobby on the ground floor, with an ugly face. After a while, he said coldly: "A bunch of waste."

She followed the open basement entrance of the stairwell and found the body of the slave merchant Roger in front of the cell, and of course the bodies of eight male drow elves in the cell.

"His he took a Zoer away?" A hint of anger flashed through Selu'er's eyes, and she even drew out her long sword and slashed the slave merchant's body hard, glaring at the broken body but still not satisfied.

"Damn guy. He hid such a group of dark elves. He urgently needed manpower to build a territory, and the dark elves slave trainer could train a group of slaves in a short time. It seems that the plan to stop him in terms of manpower is not feasible."

In fact, Santalin will really target the two goddesses who are not Shire, but the ones bound to him.

The Lord of the Storm, Talos, peeped at the clergy of the two goddesses. He even violated the treaty just established by the "Congress of the Gods" not long ago, and sent a legendary lord Naga to create an accident through the storm, causing the Shire ship to destroy people and kill people, and at the same time, he kidnapped the two goddesses and imprisoned them.

And obviously Bain is also taking action.

Zuobor, the supreme lord of the Santalin Society, was his elect. Bain needed the two goddesses to continue to survive in the form of weak saints, or even weaker. But if Charles successfully established a territory and allowed the two goddesses to preach and rebuild the church in his territory, then the situation where the two goddesses gradually recovered their divine power was definitely not something Bain was willing to see.

"Go back and ask Lord Zuo Boer's opinion first. Make a plan for the next step." A cold light flashed in Seluer's eyes, and she thought with some sarcasm in her heart.

According to the news that the Dark Intelligence Network sent back to Santir Fort, there was an abnormal area in the Saint Prover Legion in Cormier, just north of Arabia, the northern end of the Storm Horn Mountains, and in the cracks between the sea of ​​sand and mountains, there was a barren rock land, which was very suitable for establishing territory.

Unfortunately, Santalin had already taken a fancy to the land and established a strong force there. Therefore, Seluer was not too worried about Charles' territory plan. In this regard, Santalin would have many cards to take action, and if hidden in the dark, it could gradually erode the ambitions of the group of Saints.

"It's just now that these Saints are going to suffer a big loss sooner or later."

"When you rely on this little strength, you want to build territory? It's a fool."

Bain's dark guard left a few cold words and walked up the handrail stairs, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared in the corridor on the second floor.

...

Back at the hotel, Charles removed the shackles for Antinoya, and then left the sleepy Layla to take care of the female Drow magician who had no magic power in urgent need of recovery. He only took Shia to a banquet during supper time.

The banquet was held with the "Skywalker Blood Kill". The boss of the Skywalker Guild may have heard from Balasa and Ye Yutingfeng that he had returned to Miszorno. He just sent an invitation letter not long ago.

In the middle level area, an open-air tavern full of natural flavors.

As soon as Charles entered the field under the guidance of the waiter, he saw the three giants of Skywalker including "Skywalker·Blood Kill", "Skywalker·Shadow Dagger", "Skywalker·Sarah", and Barrasa, Ye Yu Tingfeng, Shaer's wanderer "Meier", Drow sorcerer "Ya", half-elf male wizard "Irving", dwarf defender "Tororu" and snake brother and sister Zhuoma, everyone in the tooth, sitting upright on both sides of a long table, all of whom looked at him with strange eyes.

"Char, who is this little sister next to you?" Ye Yutingfeng's eyes lit up and stared at the picturesque Shia in a black dress. At first, she didn't notice that this was an indigenous person. After careful examination, she let out a scream.

Everyone else stood up their ears.

"Uh..." Shire was about to speak, but there was a cunning look in Chia's eyes. He pulled his priest's heel tightly, looked timid and afraid, glanced at the people beside the long table, and then hid in his back and said, "Master, where is this? Chia is so scared, let's go home."
Chapter completed!