"Your Majesty, please be cautious!"

The cardinal who stood up just now moved his steps and stood in front of the goddess of wealth, his eyes flashing with a dangerous brilliance, "The will of my lord is not something that we mortals can control, it is up to my lord to go and stay, my lord has already decided, and no matter what you say now, it is impossible to persuade my lord." So, Your Majesty, please be careful!"

"Atlan, when did you and me become so alienated?" Wade shook his head in feigned sorrow, "I remember how you were so stubborn and protective of me, and I have never forgotten the deep friendship that made you and me form that assassination, how can you forget? ”

Bishop Atlan looked at Wade's increasingly disgusting fat face, looked at his pretentious appearance, and began to regret that he had saved him in the first place, and if he hadn't saved him, this might not have happened now.

"My lord has made up my mind, and I hope you will respect yourself, Your Majesty Wade!" said Bishop Atlan, who was disgusted by the disgusting face.

The faces of the two court ladies accompanying Wade changed, and one of them scolded: "Bold!"

Syllable!

The court lady who had been slapped touched her cheek in disbelief, and His Majesty's scolding came from her ears: "How can you speak so to Bishop Atlan, who is the cardinal of the Goddess, apologize to them!"

After scolding, Wade himself lowered his head first, "My friend, it's my lax discipline, I hope you and the goddess don't take it to heart, just take it as my fault, and the responsibility lies with me." ”

After hearing that His Majesty the King was apologizing for his reckless behavior, the court lady became even more panicked, and hurriedly apologized to Bishop Atran: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Bishop Atran, it's all my fault, it's my rudeness, it's all my fault, my fault ......"

The court lady was so anxious that tears flowed from her eyes, but Wade didn't let her go easily, but frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "You should also apologize to the goddess." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"

Her body trembled with fear, and the court lady remembered some 'rumors' in the palace, and her legs trembled even more, and she almost fell to the ground.

The goddess of wealth frowned slightly, and sighed lightly: "It's just a little offended, don't take it to heart." ”

Bishop Atlan's eyes were fierce, staring at Wade with a smirk on his face, and snorted lightly, "I'm still a little tolerant, since you've apologized, then this matter is over." Next, Your Majesty, it's time to talk about you!"

"Atlan, my friend, I'm really here to persuade the Goddess!" Wade's eyebrows turned a little aggrieved, "I'm here to persuade the Goddess not to relocate the Holy City for the sake of the people of Mor and for the people of Gordon." Because we really need the 'guidance' of the goddess - it was the goddess who led our ancestors to save the collapsed commerce and economy of the Mendez continent in the first place, and now that the new era has come, we need the 'guidance' of the goddess even more. ”

“...... Do you really think so?" the goddess of fortune was like an ancient well at the moment, and Wade's figure was reflected in her golden eyes, "Wade." ”

"Of course it is!"

Wade's expression didn't change much, and he accepted it shamelessly, "I hope that Lord Goddess, you can continue to 'guide' us, we in the Moore Commercial Federation, we really need you!"

There is no sincerity in his eyes, his words are mostly frivolous, and there is banter in the corners of his mouth - his attitude is disgusting!

Wade spoke as if he were reciting lines, and his witty tone was like a farce satirizing the tyrants of old, and now 'His Majesty Wade' is like a bard who dares to satirize the tyranny of kings in a stage play, except that he is not playing his lute.

The fat and greasy face was oozing disgusting sweat from the autumn heat, and two rows of yellowish teeth appeared in front of everyone's eyes because of the fat man's smile.

"Do you want me to stay?" asked the Goddess of Fortune with a blank face.

"Of course!"

Wade nodded, not caring about the difference between the words 'hope' and 'want', "I want you to stay and stay in the Moore Commonwealth!" ”

Talking nonsense with his eyes open, Wade didn't blush at all.

Yesterday, the goddess of wealth announced that she would 'relocate' the holy city, where did she come from?

"Presumptuous!"

Bishop Atlan's beard widened, and he glared angrily, "Wade, you actually intend to deceive my lord?!"

"No, no, no, how could I?" the words seemed to be frightened, but Wade still had a smile in his eyes.

"The Goddess is one of the founders of the Moore Merchant Federation, I don't have time to respect her, how can I 'try to deceive' her?" Atlan, my friend, don't be so excited, I just want the Goddess to stay in Moore, and I don't have any other meaning......"

"Really!"

"Nothing else!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the clergyman, and his contempt and banter were self-evident.

The clergy finally understood what had happened, but before they could say anything, two more men stepped into the temple.

"Yes, everyone has seen His Majesty's earnest heart for the country and the people, Your Majesty, he only came to the temple to 'implore' the goddess to stay for the sake of Moore and the people!"

The two men stepped on the red carpet in the chapel with their boots on their feet, wearing a set of full-body armor, and there were crystal streamers flowing in the lines on the whole body armor, forming a seamless magic pattern.

The momentum of the two was so strong that when they stepped into the chapel, the temple guards guarding the door suddenly felt their breath stagnate, and a fear that could not be expelled suddenly surged in their hearts, causing their bodies to freeze in place, unable to move for half a minute.

Squeak ~ Bang!

The door of the temple was closed by the King's guards, and they stood behind the door and watched as the two men walked behind 'His Majesty'.

One was silent, and the other said impassionedly: "Seeing this scene, aren't you the slightest moved? Your Majesty Wade is working so hard and running for the country and the people, aren't you a little moved?"

"Serrano! Figoro!"

Bishop Atlan squeezed the names of two men out of his teeth, and when he said them, everyone present recognized them.

Serrano the Mountain, and Figoro, the Sword of the Moon Shadow—

'Legendary'!

The one who said those disgusting words was 'Figoro', and the one who was silent was 'Serrano', the 'legend' of the Commonwealth of Mercantile More!

Bishop Atlan gritted his teeth, he recognized the equipment worn by the two Legends - it was the 'Godslayer'......

"Wade, what are you trying to do here?"

At such a time, the goddess of fortune suddenly spoke, because she knew that if she didn't speak, the two legends behind Wade might use the first person to question them to 'kill the chickens and monkeys'.

"I, I just want you to stay, Lady Goddess!"

Wade shook his head, but he smiled very sincerely now, "I don't mean anything else, I just hope that you can stay, Goddess Lady......"

"Wouldn't it be good to stay in Mohr?"

The arrogance in Wade's words made the goddess of wealth unable to sit still any longer, she clenched her fists and stood up suddenly, "Wade-"

Boom!

The door of the temple was suddenly slammed open, and the king's guards behind the door were knocked away by the door, and the great force knocked them to both sides of the temple, and when they fell to the ground, they could no longer stand up, but could only lie on the ground and moan in pain.

"How many times did I knock on the door just now, why didn't anyone open the door for me?!"

A tall figure lowered its raised foot, nibbled on the apple in its right hand, and stepped into the temple in the sunlight shining through the door.

"Yo, there are so many people, why doesn't anyone open a door for me?

The man in a simple but very beautiful black dress walked in and was still swearing and swearing, very unqualified.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly a voice sounded in the quiet temple, and the man named 'Serrano' raised his shield, stared at the man who had just walked in, as if he were facing a great enemy, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I, I'm Cervantes......"

The man eating the apple grinned, juice splashing in his mouth—

"Cervantes Doig Howling Wind!"

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