The Holy Light Prisoner's fingers gently tapped the edge of the desk. The afternoon sun shone out the fibers floating in the air. The old man had some presbyopia, holding the book far away, holding his beard and watching slowly.

Elder Sinke wrote down more than ten dense words, recording the simple process of the past two days, and by the way, he sang a certain holy light sacrifice to praise merits. Elder Sinke is a careful elder, and these were recorded at night based on his memories during the day.

Although he heard the strangeness in the next room last night. The strange sound made him a little confused and impulsive, he didn't pay much attention to it when he thought it was Knight Case's room. After all, he was a knight who was loyal to his private affairs, not a clergy or a church knight. The followers were not slaves, but once they swore to follow, they belonged to the private subordinates of the object of their declaration.

In Elder Sinke's description, the High Priest Sui Feng is first of all a wise and righteous priest, with a loyal and faithful belief in the Holy Light. The Holy Light Priest smiled happily when he saw this, but he didn't know whether it was laughing at Elder Sinke's innocence or satisfaction with the wind's precious character.

But then the sentence quickly "inciting a gangster" with the Dark Elf Princess, which made the old man named Holy Light Frozen, and he could only sigh and say he was young and frivolous, but he didn't care. Then there were trivial matters along the way, and I don't know how Elder Sink could describe so many plots along the way with a little calm. With this qualification, wouldn't it be a pity not to write a travelogue?

The hatred of the cultivators was expected by the Holy Light Judgmenter, but they did not expect it to be so serious. The Holy See covered up some truth and also covered up the entanglements with the cultivators back then, but the cultivators did not forget them. They always wanted to take revenge. Even if this hatred has been passed down for thousands of years, it has penetrated into the bone marrow and blood.

"If they let us go to the Dark Council, after completing my mission, I will let them kill me without any resistance and calm their hatred for the Holy See. As long as they can contribute to the Dawn Continent to resist the demons, even if they sacrifice themselves, I will be worthy of the goddess' teachings to me."

Swearing to the sky, this was Elder Sink's words extended and expanded, not the original words of a comrade. The Holy Light Prisoner looked a little sad. He just saw a man facing a hundred thousand iron cavalry in front of him, but he didn't expect that it was this way that allowed them to arrive at the City of Freedom.

"The High Priest of the Wind, there is no need to do anything."

The old man murmured, slowly sat up in his seat, and walked towards the sand table in the center of the study. It was the whole picture of the Dawn Continent, with dense white cross flags inserted on it. A flag represents a legion of light. The Holy Light Judgment is the head of the Holy Light Judgment to fight against heresy and maintain the majesty of the Holy Light Judgment. As the Holy Light Judgmentist, when encountering an emergency, he can make full decisions and make emergency mobilizations.

Even if he reports to Pope Ni, there will generally be no objection. The old pope is quite similar to Wang Xiaofeng in this regard. The hand-off manager is very well-known, and he can only be a hand-off manager.

The Pope seems supreme, but there are the fifth and ninth saints who will not show up above, and the decentralization of the arbitration, the ruling office, and the Senate. Although it dominates the fate of countless people on the mainland, it is not so free and not so easy.

Otherwise, just because of the rebellious words of a comrade on the temple yesterday, he would probably be pulled out and dismembered from his body immediately without kneeling. However, with the name of the Ninth Saint disciple, the Pope would not do anything to him at all.

Orders were uploaded on the sand table of the Holy Light Judgment, and dozens of legions on the edge of the abyss were suddenly mobilized at the same time within a few minutes. How could the sand table in the magic world be as simple as a sand table? The Holy Light Judgmenter is responsible for military affairs, but these orders are automatically issued according to his arrangement.

Doing so may reduce some pressure to pass with the wind. After all, the top leaders of the Dark Council cannot not know the true strength of the Holy See. The flags gathered on the sand table are not on the abyss, but are densely distributed around the Holy Light City and several royal cities...

At dusk, there were more than a dozen elders in the house of the Holy Light Prisoner who were guarding the sand table. They watched the movement of the flag on the sand table at the same time, and seemed to be able to see the changes in the entire continent through this place.

“There’s news.”

An elder suddenly looked up and said, "The Dark Council responded and would not hurt the life of the Suifeng God Messenger. The Speaker had been shouted out by the Speaker and left the seat, leaving nearly one-third of the Dark Councilors."

The Holy Light Prisoner nodded and sat back behind the desk. A ball of holy light appeared on the table. The old man reached out and took out a fist-sized photo ball from the Holy Light, and posted a note on it. The word was a bit crooked, but it was not the handwriting of Elder Sinke.

Get it done.

In the Freeport of Freedom, in front of the huge teleportation array, a group of people were saying goodbye. When they came to the City of Holy Light, all the big men except the Pope went out to see him off. They left at the Dark Council, and the Dark Speaker brought countless members to see him off.

Who would have thought that the Speaker of the Dark Council was a filthy and timid goblin who was the impression of ordinary people. He was the former patriarch of the goblin, one meter tall, with squirrel-like ears, and his beard that could hang to the ground was his best sign, and the wooden stick he leaned on could be comparable to his height.

But even such an old man, whose wisdom and demeanor were a little disappointed.

Wang Xiaofeng owed to the old goblins around him, and the owing was deeper than the Pope. "The hatred of people is too deep, or it may affect our plans and cooperation. If possible, I am willing to work hard to temporarily calm their anger."

"You have done a good job, but you have no choice but to face it." The old goblin smiled like a kind old man, but Wang Xiaofeng still remembered what the scene was when he roared in the council. "When I say hello to Saint Hu, follow the method I told you, go and communicate with several Saints."

"I also want to thank the Speaker for his care and understanding of us," Wang Xiaofeng nodded and said. The two elders behind him and Kess Lingtong also bowed slightly to the old man, while the goblin old man turned his gaze on Lingtong and whispered to Wang Xiaofeng.

"Take good care of her."

"I can." Wang Xiaofeng's face was a little firm, and the old man nodded.

With his left hand on his back, the elderly Speaker turned around and walked towards the way he came. The members of the various tribes and guards of the surrounding tribes made way, allowing the old man to slowly walk back to the distant building.

This is a respected old man and a great hero. The City of Freedom has flourished in his hands for a hundred years. Although there are not many merits and demerits worthy of comment, he is a true wise man.

"Your Highness Princess! Don't you send us all the way?" Wang Xiaofeng shouted to Anina who was about to follow the Speaker back, and the latter remembered his unfinished mission.

Anina said to the five of them apologetically: "Sorry, I just thought about how to part, I was negligent."

"It's okay. This time, he was able to successfully complete the task and even exceed the expected goal. Thanks to His Royal Highness the Princess who was able to stand up at a critical moment."

"It's Sufeng's conditions and reasons that make us unable to refuse," the Dark Elf Princess shook her head with a smile, "And you did not ask us to do anything, and you were just looking for a guarantee that was taken for granted by us. Just as you said, if half of the land on both sides of the abyss falls, the other party must support it unconditionally and ensure that it does not encroach on the other party's land, which makes no one can refuse."

"I said that any race and anyone have the right to stand under the sky, but we cannot force the way we stand." Wang Xiaofeng sighed. The debate for several hours made his thinking a little confused, but fortunately, the areas that should be paid attention to were not exposed too clearly.

Elder Sinke suddenly said behind: "The faith of the Holy Light is not forcing, but for tolerance and persuasion."
Chapter completed!