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Chapter 444: Alert and witty like him

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    The gray-haired Conan Doyle¡¯s clothes were messy and his mouth was bloody.  He looked at Roland expectantly, but did not dare to speak.

    ¡°And behind Conan Doyle, there were his old wife, two sons, two daughters-in-law, and two children, one big and one small.

    The older one is about ten years old and the younger one is about seven years old.

    This group of people had a look of fear on their faces. Due to the reputation of the Temple of Storms, they did not dare to move, and their hands were tied obediently.

    Roland looked at it for a while, then looked back at the leading middle-aged male priest and said in a gentle tone: "Are these people also involved in what happened in Sicily City?"

    The middle-aged priest looked Roland up and down, a little wary, but his tone did not give in at all: "Who are you? People who have no background in the work of the Temple of Storms should get out of their way."

    These words were arrogant enough, and Roland smiled: "There is indeed no background, but this city of Delbon. For the time being, I have the final say."

    Cage nodded with satisfaction. He felt that Roland's neither humble nor overbearing attitude was very good. His niece's man should have such momentum.

    "Are you the city lord?" The middle-aged priest looked at Roland with a somewhat hesitant expression.

    "no."

    The middle-aged priest shouted, he knew who Roland was.

    Before coming to Delbon City, he had done some research and found out that someone in Delbon City now controlled the city lord's palace and had gained control of the city in disguise.

    It¡¯s just that he didn¡¯t remember this person¡¯s name.

    "I understand your ability." The middle-aged pastor nodded: "I will give you face and explain to you why these people are taken away. They are the rebels and have deep ties with the sinners of Sicily.  Contact. According to the oracles of the gods, I will take them away and condemn them. Do you understand?"

    Roland turned to Conan Doyle and asked, "Are you really involved in the incident of the God Rebel in Sicily City?"

    "No, no!" Conan Doyle was old and mature after all. He immediately saw that Roland meant to speak for him. He immediately seized this opportunity and shouted hurriedly: "Sir Roland, I didn't, I really didn't. He  The person I'm talking about is my brother, I only communicate with him occasionally. For more than a year, my whole family has not even been in Delbon City ah."

    When Conan Doyle said this, he was punched directly in the abdomen by a young priest from behind.

    After screaming, he fell to his knees and kept vomiting stomach acid.

    Roland raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you let him finish?"

    The middle-aged pastor turned around and winked at the young pastor who had just beaten him. Then he turned back to Roland and said, "He is talking nonsense. Of course, we cannot let him talk nonsense."

    "But I want to hear it."

    Roland¡¯s smile became even more obvious.

    Seeing Roland's attitude, the middle-aged pastor knew that things were not going well.  His expression became solemn: "Your Majesty, do you really intend to become an enemy of our Storm Temple?"

    "It's you who are causing trouble on my territory." Roland said calmly: "Now you are going to criticize me and accuse me of causing trouble to you. Are all the people in the Temple of Storms so unreasonable and arrogant?"

    When the young priest heard this, his expression immediately changed, and he became angry and wanted to come up and beat Roland.

    But the middle-aged priest directly stopped his subordinate. He looked at Roland, his expression of surprise became more and more serious, and finally asked: "You are not a nobleman with such arrogant tone of voice. The nobleman has met someone from our temple."  , will all be in awe In this world, there is only one kind of person who does not have a sense of awe of God, are you the son of gold?"

    "It seems that you have not investigated the news about this city before coming here." Roland smiled and said: "Yes, I am indeed the Son of Gold"

    Then Roland's expression seemed to change a little, and his eyes became a little sharper.

    As soon as these words came out, not to mention the middle-aged pastor, even the young pastor who was so fierce that he wanted to hit someone just now fell silent.

    Their expressions were very tangled, as if they wanted to be tough, but they didn¡¯t really want to be tough.

    It has been almost two years since the Golden Son appeared in this world. In these two years, a lot of things have happened.

    This group of psychopaths who stay up late at night and run around everywhere, even poking sticks into the smelly ditches in front of other people's homes to see if they can fish out anything weird, have already shown their reputation and characteristics to everyone.  worldly people.

    Most of the Golden Sons are trouble-makers, and they want to take care of anything unfair.

    Drunkards got into a fightThe teacher wiped the sweat from his head like raindrops: "I still need to be alert and alert, otherwise we will really have to deal with it."

    The ten priests looked at each other.

    The young pastor who was very fierce before said strangely: "No, I think his expression just now seemed quite normal."

    "On the surface, it's quite normal." The middle-aged priest said with lingering fear: "But suddenly there was a strong murderous intention in his eyes, very strong. If we continue to stay, he will really kill  If you don¡¯t believe it, you can ask them both.¡±

    The middle-aged pastor pointed at the two female pastors.

    The two female priests nodded vigorously.

    These two female priests are Windsingers, a profession unique to the Temple of Storms.

    The so-called wind is air flow, air.  They Windsingers can read the information contained in the surrounding air, including but not limited to smell, as well as the emotions of the people around them.

    When Roland had murderous intent, the two of them really felt it.

    They were scared to death, so they didn't dare to look at Roland.

    The young pastor was stunned for a while, and then anger rose in his heart. He was about to shout, "How dare he", but then he endured it.

    The other party is the son of gold, so he is really brave.

    The young pastor reluctantly punched the tree trunk next to him. He turned around and asked, "Bishop, is this the end of our mission? The Pope will be disappointed with us when we go back, and he may even lock us in a cell for a few days."

    "Being imprisoned for a few days is better than losing your life." The middle-aged priest said helplessly: "Conan Doyle has the Golden Son to protect him. We can't touch him, and we don't dare to touch him. The sword ghost Kazan is powerful enough, right?  In order to protect a little maid, the Golden Son even killed the legendary swordsman Kazan, and it was all done by a group of women. We are nothing! Do you really think he doesn't dare to kill us?" (Remember this  Website address: www.hlnovel.com
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