Emma was a little surprised to see the girl, but she smiled on her face: "Aida, we're meeting again."

The person who came was the new saint of the Storm Temple. He used to be one of Emma's maids and once worshipped Emma extremely crazy.

Only two years later, she became a saint and her admiration for Emma disappeared.

"Emma, ​​don't be hypocritical." Aide took the first two steps, pointed at Emma's nose and cursed: "It's okay if you sat in the dragon demonstration yesterday, but today I heard that you actually sent an army to surround our holy city. What do you want to do?"

"It's not my business." Emma shook her head slightly, looking calm: "This is the decision my man made."

Aidela glanced at Beta who was eating, as if she ignored anything. She knew that this was the legendary pope Beta, and she dared not scold her, so her attention turned back to Emma again.

"Will you not persuade your man?" Aidela looked sad and angry: "This was your home, and we all regarded you as relatives. And you are so watching us be bullied?"

It seems that everyone knows the news that the Storm Holy City is surrounded. Beta continues to eat breakfast, not wanting to get involved in the quarrel between the two girls.

After all, this is Emma's own business.

Emma stood up and smiled and said, "Yes, I used to treat this place as my home, but didn't you sell me?"

"This..." Aida was stunned for a moment, and then shouted even more angrily: "So you hold a grudge in your heart? In the teachings of our Storm God, don't it be precise that believers need to have a gratitude? You are still the ex-saint, so can't you set an example?"

Bo Chi! Beta couldn't help laughing. For the first time, he realized that someone could really tell such a fallacy in public.

Hearing Beta's laughter, the two saints, both old and new, were a little embarrassed.

Emma purely felt that her successor was simply an idiot, and she felt that she had lost face in front of Beta.

But Aida felt that she was so angry that she lost her courtesy in front of the guests.

Emma took a deep breath: "You should have the example before, right? Aida, now I will give you a chance to set an example. If you take the initiative to step down as a saint, I will let Beta withdraw his troops, how about it?"

Love was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red: "You... are so despicable. How can you be so despicable?"

Seeing Aidra's appearance, Emma shook her head gently: "You can't do it, you are attached to the position of the Saint. If you come to me, you just feel that the Storm God Cult is in danger of being conquered. If this continues, you may not be able to do the Saint in the future!"

"I'm not!"

"Then let go of the saint!" Emma smiled. There was a little demonic joke on her small face.

"You can't guarantee that Pope Beta will withdraw his troops."

"But you can bet." Emma walked up to Aidra, touched the latter's smooth face, and smiled: "If you are so noble, then as a saint, there is such a slight possibility for the safety of the Divine Church, right?"

Aidelle took a step back and avoided Emma's hand, her body trembling. Emma was right. If she was really so noble, she should immediately step down from the position of Saint Maiden and bet on the possibility of Beta's withdrawal.

But she really can't do it.

"Everyone can tell the truth." Emma laughed: "It's easy to ask others to do it, but it's difficult to do it."

Sorilana smiled twice at this time, and she couldn't help it.

The crisp sound echoed in the room, Aida's expression was blue and white, and finally she turned around and left. There was no way, she really had no face to stay any longer.

After Aidra left, Emma was not as happy as she expected. She sighed and sat back on the chair.

"What, haven't you put down the Storm Temple?"

"No." Emma shook her head: "I just sighed at the change of Aidra. She used to be a good kid."

Sorilana said, "You are still a child. Although you are already sixteen years old, your body is still fourteen."

Emma blushed a little: "But she really followed me since she was a child. I watched her grow up, so I always feel that she is still a child."

Sorilana finished her pastry on her plate and asked, "If she really was willing to give up the position of Saint, would you really ask Beta to withdraw from the army?"

Emma fell into deep thought.

Beta then responded: "If that saint really did this, then I would withdraw my troops?"

"Why?" Emma was a little surprised, then looked up and down for a while: "Do you like her too?"

"How is that possible!" Beta sighed and said, "She is not as good as you in terms of appearance, temperament, or even temperament. I am not so hungry."

"That's it?"

"As a saint, if she is willing to give up her identity for the safety of the Storm Temple, then it means that she really has enough heart. It means that the Storm God Cult is still saved." Beta smiled and said, "Then I will give up my full-length team, withdraw my troops directly, and then find an opportunity to penetrate the Storm God Cult, and then hold her to the position of the Pope. But now it seems that she does not have that demeanor."

"She made a wrong choice, and she could have soared into the sky." Emma looked at Beta quietly: "You are becoming more and more powerful now, and you don't know whether it's good or bad."

"Actually, I don't know either." Beta continued after a while: "But no matter what, if you want to expand the God of Wealth, some things must be compromised."

Emma sighed softly. She missed Beta in Reed Village before. Although she was more willful in doing things, she had a kind of free and easy demeanor.

But now Beta is bound to her, she can feel it.

Maybe it's responsibility, or other reasons.

Emma couldn't say anything to let Beta not be the pope... and sat in this position, and the parties involved had no choice but to decide whether to go or not.

The room was silent for a while. When Beta was about to say something, he saw the guards come in and say, "Beta, a guest wants to see you."

"Please come in." Beta nodded, then gestured to the three women with his eyes.

Emma and the others immediately went upstairs.

Not long after, a young man came in.

He was wearing gorgeous clothes and was obviously a noble descendant. When he saw Beta, he seemed a little nervous. After bent down slightly, he said, "I'm very happy to see you, Beta's crown, I'm Tyson Philip. I hope you can sit in my family's manor tonight and be an ordinary person."

Beta thought for a while and asked, "I don't believe you."

"This is the sincerity of our family." The young man took out a magic contract from his clothes.
Chapter completed!