Leila didn't have much of an opinion.

But Xia pouted and wanted to monopolize a half-hero believer with her mouth cannon, and Charles raised her hand and made her obedient. He put his palm on Xiao Budian's head, which was not even high enough to reach his waist, rubbed her long golden hair and said, "Okay, that's it, I know that you are all eager to rebuild your church, but it's not worth arguing for a drow, and when my territory is built, I will build a big temple for you all to recruit player believers for you." ”

Charles's trick is to draw cakes and feed dates.

Xia immediately stopped being entangled, and said with big eyes shining: "Build us a temple?" Guardian, I can hear you clearly, and I am not allowed to break my word. ”

The phantom goddess Lyra also glanced at her with indifferent and transparent eyes, obviously very concerned. Seeing this, Charles smiled slightly and said, "If the territory can be established, your temple will not be able to escape. Therefore, if I have any trouble with the construction of the territory, you also need to share my worries. ”

"No problem at all." Thea said yes, and Leila nodded slightly. Anyway, the fate of the two is tied to Charles, and even if Charles doesn't mention it, the two will help.

After the three of them finished negotiating with the female Drow Antinoya, Charles handed the two contracts in his hand to the female Drow who was still prostrate on the ground, and said lightly: "Sign it with your secret magic mark." ”

The female drow silently bit her lower lip and nodded, carefully took the two contracts and placed them on the ground, then knelt and closed her eyes as if appointed.

Lv30's Drow sorcerer obviously really exhausted the power in his body, and it stands to reason that low-level spellcasters can casually cast a zero ring spell and leave their own secret imprint on the object, but Antinoa closed her eyes for more than a minute before she condensed a faint mark on the two contracts, and then the whole person seemed to collapse. Weakly collapsed on the cold ground.

Charles glanced coldly at the female Drow on the ground, picked up the contract, took out a magic quill pen stained with red ink as if the ink would never dry up, and wrote his ID name on each of the two contracts.

As for the two little goddesses who drafted the contract, after both Charles and Antinoya signed the contract, their foreheads shone with the radiance of divinity. The pupils of his eyes turned into a black hole of nothingness, and he watched as the contract burned in mid-air, and the ashes gradually drifted away.

"Let's go." Charles only then picked up the female drow, and did not immediately remove the enchanted shackles from her hands and feet.

The slave trader Roger had apparently spent a lot of money to imprison Antinoya, and the shackles were at least blue quality enchanted items, and Charles planned to take the female Drow back to the hotel, and then use the special key found from Roger's corpse to open the shackles and put them away by himself.

The group left, not dealing with the bloody battlefield inside and outside the apartment building.

Soon after. The sound of fluttering footsteps came from the handrail staircase. Female Dark Guards in black armor return to the small building. The lord of Santil Castle, Serul, looked around at the corpses of the mercenaries strewn in the lobby on the ground floor, his face was ugly, and he whispered indifferently for a while: "A bunch of waste. ”

She followed the open basement entrance in the stairwell and found the corpse of Roger, a slave trader, and of course the corpses of eight male drow elves in the cell.

"He took a drow?" There was a hint of anger in Seluel's eyes, and she even drew her long sword and slashed at the corpse of the slave trader, but she was still angry when she looked at the mutilated corpse.

"Damn it. Hiding such a group of dark elves. He is in dire need of manpower to build his territory, and the Dark Elf Slave Trainer can train a group of slaves in a short period of time. It seems that the plan to stop him in terms of manpower is not going to work. ”

As a matter of fact. Santarim will really target not the Charles, but the two goddesses bound to him.

Talos, the Lord of the Storm, peeks into the priesthood of the two goddesses. He even did not hesitate to violate the treaty just made by the 'Council of the Gods' not long ago, and sent a legendary Naga lord to cause an accident through the storm, so that the Shire ship would be destroyed and at the same time, the two goddesses would be taken and imprisoned.

And apparently Bane is on the move, too.

The supreme lord of the Santarin, Dzobor, was his chosen one. Bane needed the two goddesses to continue to survive in their weak Sage form, or even weaker. However, if Charles succeeds in establishing a territory and allowing the two goddesses to preach and rebuild the church in his domain, then the gradual recovery of the two goddesses is not something Bane wants to see.

"Let's go back and ask Lord Zobor for his opinion. It's time to make a plan for the next step. A cold light flashed in Seluer's eyes, and she thought with some sarcasm in her heart.

According to the news sent back to Fort Santil by the Dark Intelligence Network, there is an anomaly in the area of the Holy Advent Legion in Cormier, just north of Arabe, at the northern end of the Stormhorn Mountains, between the Great Sand Sea and the mountains, there is a barren rocky area, which is very suitable for establishing a territory.

Unfortunately, the Santarim Society had long since taken a fancy to that land and established a strong presence there. Therefore, Celul was not too worried about Charles's territorial plans. In this regard, Santarim will have a lot of cards to play, and hiding in the shadows can gradually eat away at the ambitions of the Holy Presence.

"It's just the beginning, and sooner or later, this group of Holy Arrivals will suffer a big loss."

"You want to build a territory with this little strength? Pipe dream. ”

Bane's Dark Guard dropped two cold words and walked up the handrail staircase, the sound of footsteps fading into the second-floor hallway.

……

Back at the inn, Charles removed the shackles for Antinoa, and left the snoozy Leila to look after the drow sorcerer, who was now in desperate need of recovering her magic, and he took Thea with only Thea to a banquet at dinner time.

The banquet was held by Skywalker Bloodkill, and the boss of the Skywalker Guild may have heard about his return to Lost Trowno from Balasa and Nightrain, and an invitation was sent not long ago.

In the middle floor, an open-air tavern full of natural flavors.

As soon as Charles entered the arena under the guidance of the attendants, he saw the Skywalker Triumvirate including Skywalker Bloodkill, Skywalker Shadow Dagger, and Skywalker Sarah, as well as Balasa, Nightrain Listening to the Wind, Sha'er's Wanderer 'Mei'er', Drow Warlock 'Ya', Half-Elf Mage 'Owen', Dwarven Defender 'Totoru', and Serpent Brother and Sister Dolma and Toothskin Others, all sitting on either side of a long table, all casting strange glances at him.

"Charles, who is this little sister next to you?" Listening to the wind, the night rain's eyes were shining and staring at the beautiful and picturesque Xia in a black dress, who didn't realize that this was an aboriginal at first, and only after a closer look did he let out an exclamation.

Everyone else pricked up their ears.

"Uh......" Charles was about to speak, but Thea's eyes were full of cunning, and he pulled the hem of his priest's clothes, looking cowardly and afraid of life, glanced at the people at the long table, and then hid in his back and said like a mosquito, "Master, where is this?" Sia is so scared, let's go home. ”

A black line appeared on Charles' forehead, and he decided to give the little goddess a burst to make her settle down. (To be continued.) )