The temple had long been sealed off, and when the nobles realized that something was wrong, they ordered their men to seal off the Temple of Fortune.

There are no other churches or churches in Gordon other than the agricultural church, because there is no other god who has a particularly good relationship with the goddess of wealth except for the goddess of agriculture, and even the world thinks that she has a good relationship with the goddess of nobility, but there is indeed no church of the church of the goddess of nobility in Gordon.

As a holy city of gods, generally speaking, only the gods of the same god line are allowed to build temples, but the goddess of wealth does not join any god line, and the relationship with the gods is not too friendly, but it is not too bad.

Except for the goddess of agriculture and other good deities, there is no other god who has such a special honor, except for the good gods and goddesses, and almost every sacred city of the gods.

But even the priests of the goddess of agriculture are now blocked from the temple of wealth, and the people who stop them are the clergy of the Church of Fortune and the private soldiers of the nobles.

Even they didn't know what was going on inside, they had no idea that the atmosphere inside the temple had become solemn.

After venting his fear with a roar, Count Gordon regained some of his senses, and he was moving towards the words of letting the Goddess of Wealth stay, but inadvertently, he remembered what the 'Pope' had just called that 'man' - 'The Lady of the Sorrow'!

There is no 'Grand Duke of Sorrowful Wind' on the Mendes Continent, and the only one that is relatively close may be the 'Duke of Sad Wind', but it is a black dragon......

Count Gordon stiffened, noticing the man's golden eyes and the sharp teeth that grinned like carnivorous beasts.

He had heard of the name of the Sorrowful Wind Lord, and he had also remembered that the lord of that territory was a black dragon, but because he was not impressed, the person just now ...... No, the dragon didn't realize it when he mentioned the 'Sad Wind Leader'.

That is to say, the one standing opposite them now is not a 'man', but a dragon? a black dragon?

"Don't move, no one is allowed to move!"

With a hideous smile on his face, Cervantes pointed at everyone with his free hand, "Don't speak, it's kidnapping time, I'm the kidnapper, understand...... Oh no, don't even speak!"

The goddess of wealth was carried on the shoulders of the black dragon, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Cervantes, what are you doing?!"

"Smack!"

"It's all said, you're a hostage, don't speak!" After giving the hostage on his shoulder a slap, the black dragon said dissatisfied.

When he saw the black dragon's hand slapping on the buttocks of the goddess he believed in, the old Pope gritted his teeth and clutched his cane and canon tightly with both hands, so that he did not attack the black dragon in anger.

"Blasphemy...... Do you know what you're doing?!"

The old Pope tried his best to suppress his anger, but even then, his voice still trembled.

The goddess of wealth blushed, and the nobles of Mor fell into shock.

Does he know what he's just done? blasphemy...... That's blasphemy!

The nobles who witnessed this scene all had their hairs standing on end, cold sweat broke out, and their mouths were dry.

When they confirmed what they had seen, even Earl Gordon, who had been calculating, couldn't help but be afraid.

Unlike what he had done before, this was undoubtedly a 'blasphemous act', the black dragon - how dare that black dragon do this?!

"I'm kidnapping!"

Cervantes laughed: "Isn't there often something in the story that 'the evil dragon kidnapped the princess'?

Cervantes had already felt it, he knew that the old Pope didn't want the goddess of wealth to stay here, and he also saw the look that the old pope gave him, no doubt, it was the look that wanted him to take the goddess of wealth away now!

Regardless of whether the old Pope really meant this or not, the black dragon was convinced of his judgment anyway.

Wandering in front of everyone with a malicious gaze, those who were swept by Cervantes' gaze felt a chill in their hearts, and this malice that had almost turned into substance sent chills through their hearts.

Speaking of 'kidnapping', Cervantes remembered that these people in front of him were all rich people with a lot of money, and if he really kidnapped one at the same time as 'fake kidnapping', then he would really make money!

Although he had already determined the direction of the breakthrough from the beginning, in order to act more seriously, the black dragon couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Tut-tut, this is a temptation dragon!

Bang!

"Ah!!h

What 'everyone' didn't expect was that they thought it was 'just talking' and thought it was just a joke' -

Cervantes really ran away with the goddess of wealth on his shoulder!

In the blink of an eye, the figure of the black dragon had disappeared in front of their eyes, followed by a scream from the side, because the nobles of Count Gordon were 'rightly' standing on the path that Cervantes chose to break through.

After being pushed by Cervantes as he passed, the Count of Gordon's body flew out and slammed into the walls of the chapel, probably dead if it weren't for the fact that he was carrying a lot of magical ornaments.

But now, he's not dead, it's just, he's half-dead!

When the old Pope saw this scene, he snorted lightly, he didn't expect him to die, what a pity.

The people guarding the gate of the temple watched as the gate burst open, and a black shadow burst out of it, jumped into the air, and turned into a huge black dragon.

"Roar!"

The black dragon let out a deafening roar of excitement and flew into the sky before anyone could react.

Hearing such a high-decibel roar up close, people's ears were uncomfortable, and when they came back to their senses, the black dragon was gone, and the nobles and priests who had been gathered in the Temple of Fortune also ran out.

"Oh, a bunch of idiots!" Serrano, who was under the care of the old Pope himself, taunted the nobles.

"Grand Duke of the Sad Wind - Cervantes!!"

Count Gordon was carried out of the temple by his guards, looking at the clear sky, and weakly chanting the name of the black dragon.

Although he was very weak, the hatred in his words was undiminished.

He hated the unreasonable black dragon so much that he lost face and seriously injured him, and after he said that, how could the clergy of the Church of Fortune treat him? However, apart from the Church of Fortune, the clergy of the Agricultural Church in Gordon had no ability to treat him, and if he wanted to heal, he had to go to the nearest city!

"Make amends!

Earl Gordon raised his hand and hooked his fingers on the clothes of a great nobleman who was about to leave, and said with a hideous face: "Anyway, my face has been lost, if you don't compensate me, everything you have done, I will announce it to the world! Remember what I said, within three days, remember, you only have three days!"

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the big nobleman who was pulled by him at the corner of his clothes, slapped Count Gordon's hand away, and said coldly: "Got it!"

Then he turned and walked away, and Count Gordon turned his gaze to the other nobles, "You-"

"Got it, got it. ”

The great nobles waved their hands perfunctorily, but they did not believe the words of Count Gordon, who was now irritated by anger and could do anything.

It's just a little 'compensation', their family has a big business, and they can afford this money.

"It's ugly......"

The old Pope sneered, turned his head and ordered, "Go ahead and prepare for the relocation of the Holy City." ”

"Do you want to continue?" asked the cardinal, who was standing behind the Pope, in surprise.

"Look at the performance of these nobles......" the old Pope snorted coldly, "Do you think it is still appropriate for the goddess to stay here?"

The cardinal was silent.

All of this was done by this group of nobles, and if they hadn't planned to expel or even imprison their goddess in the first place, none of this would have happened!

He sighed: "Yes, His Majesty the Pope, I understand. ”

At this time, in the eyes of this cardinal, there is only 'determination'!