Old Keya licked his lips, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He had always vaguely felt that most of his life in this building was wasted; now, he was definitely wasted.

It is simply inexplicable. Just a few months after I was re-employed and returned to work, any one of these "wonderful" experiences I experienced was enough to kill most of my life. I used to live like a dog.

Just as he continued to wipe his hands, a voice appeared in his ear:

"I said, what are you waiting for?"

Old Keya stared and found that the person standing in front of him was actually Neo:

"You...you're not...you're not supposed to."

"Put on shackles and put the person in a detention center. The matter will not really come to an end until the evidence of guilt is reviewed and approved." "But..."

"But what? You still can't see clearly who won? After the market closes, a backdoor is opened for you and you don't even know how to place a bet?"

If you don't think about yourself, you should think about your grandchildren, great-nephews, and great-nephews.

I am reminding you for the sake of our past friendship, so you can make up your own mind."

Neo turned around. Old Keya subconsciously asked

"Where...are you going?"

Neo waved his hand, because he held the cigarette between his fingertips, it seemed to leave a faint cloud:

"Go back to jail."

Old Keya swallowed, and immediately waved his hand and ordered: "You have all the guys with you, let's go, come with me to torture them!"

"Yes, Section Chief." Yes, Section Chief.

Xiongcheng thought, just when old Keya made up his mind to bring people down to receive the prisoners, two more groups of people appeared in front.

One group is the old hunting dog team led by Wen De, and the other group is the team led by Geng Di.

With a speed that nearly outdid him, Lao Keya rushed forward with his men, and finally managed to grab a bishop.

As a result, more than a dozen shackles were placed on a bishop, and even if he was a bishop, he would be crushed.

After all, once a shackle is put on, unless one takes the initiative to break free, it will basically restrict the flow of spiritual power in the body. The additional shackles at the end are really just a load.

The knights did not evacuate, Karen was still standing there, and most of the people present stood there, watching helplessly as the five bishops were escorted back.

"well."

Dunk let out a helpless sigh. He had been suppressed by Wofulun for a long time, and was even forced to be sent to the Dinge area to participate in some exchange studies. This time he finally "killed" and came back. He thought he could kick him away. When that old guy sat on that position, who would have thought that he would realize that it was actually a soldering iron just halfway up his buttocks.

Old man, your whole family is almost dead, and you still find me uncomfortable?

Harry took the initiative to walk towards Karen, stood in front of Karen, raised his hand, and set up an isolation barrier.

He said: "This is all Bernie's idea. I think you should know that your future development will be severely restricted after this incident. Warfulun's face can only protect you for a short period of time, and if you don't It’s impossible to get promoted to the position of district chief in one step.”

Karen looked at Harry and asked "So"

"So, it may be best for your future to let me continue to sit in this position. At least, we are still familiar with each other, right?" Karen replied, "I believe in the arrangement of order."

"If I leave, there is a possibility... no, there is a high probability that a district chief will be devolved who will be more difficult to deal with and has stronger control. I think that is not what you want to see."

"No, it's much better than continuing to look at you."

'Okay.' Harry didn't look too angry, 'Then I'll change places and wait to see when you fall.

As he said that, he deliberately looked around, that is, at the knights on the periphery:

After Guang did such a thing, even if he gives you a promotion to calm the situation, how long do you think you can stay here?"

"Let's just wait for one day. I'm tired."

"You have the nerve to say you're tired?" Harry couldn't believe it.

Karen nodded and expressed her inner thoughts after this incident:

"Now I really want to be a Whip Priest of Order. I don't think about anything, I don't think about anything, I just do things according to the "Order of Order".

District Chief, I have seen some people before who really talked about the "Ordinance of Order" before they died. I admire them very much, but at the same time I think they are a little too naive and stubborn..."

_Such as Judge Pavarro, such as Lord Teixin...

"Now I realize that it's not that they are naive, but that they see the clearest and most transparently. The one who is really lost in the lake but thinks that I am sober and smart is myself."

Harry was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing deep thought. Then he lifted the isolation barrier, nodded slightly to Karen, and said, "I made a mistake, and I regret it."

Karen asked, "Are you still trying?"

"No, I just wanted to tell you."

"Oh well."

_"You crazy person."

"I accept your praise on his behalf."

"Come on, come on, don't go one by one, each person is responsible for one, hurry up and read out the evidence of guilt and complete the process."

Vic has completed sorting out the files, and under his arrangement, each person corresponds to a bishop and the criminal evidence is read out in the interrogation room.

Although they had encountered changes before and the situation suddenly became very extreme, the five bishops could at least maintain a superficial calmness. However, when the evidence of the crime was read out, they all showed shocked expressions.

look.

This is a kind of panic and embarrassment when the deepest secret is revealed, just like a person who thinks he is virtuous and respectable, letting him run naked on a busy pedestrian street.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and give me all the prosecution documents."

Vic is like a diligent pig who only needs to wield a whip.

The portion was handed to him, and Richard was the last to hand it over. He pursed his lips, as if he was still not satisfied.

Vic couldn't help but joked: "I didn't know, I thought you slept with our bishop."

Richard replied: "That kind of happiness is incomparable to what I had just now."

Grandpa, have you seen that your grandson is promising and can read out the evidence of guilt to the bishop?

After sighing, Richard suddenly felt a little strange. He always felt that the mood and atmosphere were not in harmony. Then he immediately understood.

Oh, it turns out that my grandfather is still alive.

Vic entered the communication hall with the documents and directly transmitted the prosecution documents. This time, the nail was completely driven in.

Vic took a few steps back, snapping his fingers and slowly turning on the spot. He liked this kind of life, being repeatedly pulled between loss and surprise. The feeling of the process far outweighed the result.

"I just don't know what the conditions for joining Alfred are."

What are you talking about?" Alfred opened the door and walked in.

"If I remember correctly, there is an isolation formation operating in this door."

"My hearing has improved a lot recently, and I just happened to hear it."

Well, Mr. Alfred, I'd like to join your little circle."

What clique? I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

"It's a small circle where you can go out with the director instead of staying here to sort out files."

"Do you know how heavy your job is?"

"It's so important that even Richard can do it easily"

"There is no distinction between high and low in order work, it's just that the order division of labor is different."

"I just want to know one of the conditions for membership." Haha, your words...

With a helpless smile on Alfred's face, he pulled the former high priest's students into the young master's faith team. Crazy! But soon,

The helpless smile turned into an excitement like discovering a new toy. Why not?

Two years later, when Rasma came out of Mink Street and found his student, he found that his student had converted to his own young master. What a wonderful thing it would be. The high priest Rasma would be moved.

shed tears.

"We will communicate more and share some ideas in the future. Let's take it step by step.

"Is it similar to a brotherhood?" "You can think of it as a reading and comprehension book club for order and doctrine."

Vic's face froze for a moment: "I know that there is a kind of fundamentalist existence in the church. They are a little bit different, you know."

Alfred smiled and replied:

"Oh, you are overthinking. How could we be so extreme? This is impossible."

Alfred returned to Karen's side and reported:

Master, the prosecution application has been submitted."

Karen nodded and raised the token "Retreat"

The falcon knights above began to pull up, and the knights below turned their horses' heads one after another. Soon, with the roar of the falcon above and the vibration of the horse's hooves below, the dark clouds that had been shrouding this place dispersed like an ebbing tide.

"Alfred, please take care of the things here first. I should go to the cell to report later."

"Okay, Master."
To be continued...