"Oh, thank you, what a big mosquito!"

Dunk didn't even need Karen to deliver the amplification spell, he condensed one for himself.

Karen flicked her wrist slightly, feeling a little pain in her palm.

This slap did not stop, it was really a slap flying out. If it were an ordinary person, it would be five or six meters away by now, but the acting chief bishop in front of him just seemed to have been slapped.

.

He is very strong.

If you want to divide the priests according to their fighting ability, it is actually difficult to have a clear standard. In the past, Karen used Alfred as the benchmark to divide the inquisitors. Later, this division method was somewhat different because of the relationship between his grandfather and the inquisitor.

distortion……

Now, there is another way of rating. If you can stand still even after being slapped by yourself, your strength must not be underestimated.

Dunk reached out and touched his broken lip. He looked down at the blood on his fingertips and continued:

"My wife looked at your photo and said, if I were young and standing next to you, her attention would be all on you, haha."

Karen said: "Actually, I'm very curious, why do you still dare to get so close to me?"

"I was thinking about a possibility at the beginning, that is, if I approach you and control you, these garrison knights will probably stop making any moves, right?"

"I don't know if I can beat you, but I think you can't control me."

"Are you confident?"

"I just killed an assassin not long ago, you should know."

"Yes, I know, but how will you know if you don't try?"

"You might as well try it directly. Maybe these garrison knights will not follow my orders to attack. They are just sent here to show off."

"I dare not try this. I don't know what the garrisons in other regions are like, but I know that the garrisons under Bourne's personal control... must regard orders as life."

"Sir, everyone is waiting. It doesn't seem good for us to continue chatting like this."

"Aren't you waiting too, waiting for us to bow our heads?" Dunk smiled, "You are someone else's chess piece, do you understand?"

"piece?"

"Yes, Bourne is also a chess piece. I think behind the two of you, there must be an old guy who is now confined to a wheelchair and doesn't have many days left.

That old guy had an accident in his family, and he is about to die. He is already crazy, but you still want to accompany him crazy, why bother?"

"You can continue."

"I advise you to stop, there is still room for saving everything."

"My lord, which side am I on..."

"You have a choice, really."

"Isn't it a chess piece?"

"Forehead……"

"I choose to be a pawn who will not be wronged. Just like when I slapped you, you have to cooperate and thank me for killing a mosquito for you."

"You are playing with fire."

Karen suddenly took a step forward, and Dunk quickly took three steps back.

"I'm not afraid of fire burning me. I'm even looking forward to that moment. I think it must be very exciting. Life can get a new interpretation in the fire.

Since you want me to lose, then I will let all of you accompany me and lose completely."

Calm words, what is stated is hysteria.

Karen's eyes began to turn red. This was not due to acting skills, but the effect of the weak release of the Dark Moon Eyes. After ordering the Dark Moon Eyes, there was no need to worry about being noticed by others. At the same time, the Dark Moon Goddess's

This breath of extreme revenge just helped Karen fill the last bit of emotional vacancy.

When he glanced around with his scarlet eyes, everyone who came into contact with his gaze felt the madness in his heart.

At a normal poker table, everyone can bet on a mentality, but the question is, who dares to play poker with a madman?

You can analyze the pros and cons with me, and you can continue to test and find out. Anyway, I will go "crazy" first to respect you.

Dunk stared into Karen's eyes. He believed that his eyes could see through most disguises, but now, he chose to retreat. However, he did not make a decision directly, because here, the real speaker is not

Not him.

When he stepped aside, Karen's eyes fell on District Chief Harry in front of him.

…

"Chief, have you ever doubted his life experience?"

Bishop Byrne, who placed his hands on the edge of the backrest of the wheelchair, asked Wofulen in the wheelchair.

The two of them are now standing on the rooftop, where they can overlook the Whip of Order headquarters building not far away.

Because the two sides were locked in a stalemate in the square in front of the building, this location gave the impression of watching a football match.

"Bourne."

"Um?"

"Look at Harry's current fate, and look at the fate of his direct ministers."

"I saw it."

"So, if you plan to cooperate with him in the future, or if you can really successfully convince him to join your faction and become your successor, I don't care, but I want to remind you that this kid has a temper.

You can test other people at will, you can even hold them in your hands and knead them and play with them, it doesn't matter.

But don't try to test him unless you intend to kill him.

However, if you plan to kill him, there seems to be no need to test him."

"You don't think he can be an orphan, right?"

"What's impossible? Our former high priest's mother, isn't he still a prostitute?"

"This is different, you know very well, this is different. At this age, I can admit talent and character, genius. It's not that I have never seen it before. I myself have personally killed the genius of countless foreign teachers.

But he is only seventeen years old, and his talent and character are almost impeccable. Even his mind has been polished to be so steady, like a smooth mirror.

I don't think an orphan can do this.

It's not like I haven't heard about the former high priest. When he was young, the former high priest was not a good-tempered person."

Wolfulun raised his withered hand, which was only skin and bones, pointed forward, and asked with a smile:

"You call this a good temper?"

"It is a state of being able to move freely. He is pretending."

"Harry and Dunk also knew he was faking."

"But he wants to pretend to be successful. Orphan, where did this kind of orphan come from? Even if he is really an orphan, he was adopted by a big family. He must have received excellent training."

"Bourne."

"Chief, I know you are very weak now, but I think you can speak without pausing."

"Sometimes a pause is meant to show solemnity, such as the following sentence:

Our current high priest is also an orphan."

"You mean, he..."

"Is this possible?"

"I don't think so."

"Haha." Wofulun laughed, "The current high priest was not like him before he rose up. Otherwise, the temple would not have been able to sit back and watch him gradually develop the power within the church and reach the round table.

Regarding the life experience of the current high priest, it was gradually spread after he sat at the round table.

I even suspected that this was done intentionally by our high priest.

Because when he sat on the round table with that identity, regardless of whether the identity was true or false, the next candidate for the high priest was destined to be him.

I think those great beings in the temple must have been in pain at that time.

They know very well that if he is really the successor of that great master, once he takes the position of high priest, the temple's control over the church will inevitably be weakened.

But they dare not let him sit in that position, because if he is really that Lord’s divine son, if he cannot sit in the position of high priest, it will be the biggest joke in the history of the religion, hahaha.”

Bourne bent down, looked at Wofulun, and said:

"Chief, I originally thought that you gave your grandson to Karen because you wanted your grandson to have a good future with him, but I really didn't expect that you could be so caring?

How can you be a Tuogu? You clearly want to take your family one step further, no, many, many steps forward."

"Well, I am getting old and I am about to die. To be honest now, I just rely on my breath to hold on for the time being. I want to watch things end and then lie down down. I can't even sleep peacefully, and I can only wander around the lakes and lakes. He reluctantly took a nap.

I don’t dare to think about things at home anymore, so when I take a nap, I have to pick some sweet dreams for myself. I dream about what my grandson will be like in the future, what he will be like after he gets married, what he will be like after he has children...

But all of this is related to Karen, so it is inevitable to think about Karen in a good direction.
To be continued...