"Impossible!"

The silent knight stood abruptly.

He clenched his fists and looked hideous, looking like a devouring beast, "Wade Francis, isn't it right here?!"

Serrano's words were heard by the black dragon, and without even thinking about it, Cervantes already understood why he was so angry and excited.

"Huh!" Cervantes laughed suddenly, "Are you so unwilling to lose to me? and want to shift the blame to 'him'...... Knight, I originally thought you were a strong man, but I didn't expect you to be so unaffordable?"

"Shut up!"

Serrano's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists so much that he crunched, "You know what...... You know what?!"

As a knight of the Francis family, he didn't realize the death of his monarch, the head of the Francis family?

How could he allow this to happen?!

Cervantes looked fierce and stood up from his chair, "It's you who should shut up - where are you? What are you doing now? The loser should be obedient, or I'll beat you until you are obedient or can understand what I say!"

"Knight, do you want to have a fight, continue our unfinished battle?"

A faint dragon power emanated from the black dragon's body, and at this time, there was no weakness on his body, although his arms were still aching faintly, but if he used it to fight, it was no problem at all!

"You two give me peace!"

The enraged goddess of wealth mobilized the divine power in the temple and imprisoned both the black dragon and Serrano.

Cervantes was already gearing up, Serrano had put his hand on his shield, and if she didn't stop it, her temple wouldn't be able to be saved!

Looking at the trembling aristocrats, Latinia finally understood why Serena would say, 'Cervantes always won't let her worry'.

Although the critical moment is very reliable, if it is placed in normal times, this short-tempered black dragon can definitely cause a lot of things - just like now.

However, she was more eccentric, Serrano was really imprisoned by her, but Cervantes only needed a little struggle to be able to break her imprisonment.

Fortunately, this black dragon was relatively sensible, and knew that he had done something wrong, so he stood there obediently, motionless, as if he was really imprisoned.

This also made the goddess of wealth breathe a sigh of relief, and then, she turned her attention back to those great nobles, her eyes were sharp, and she said coldly: "What the hell is going on, tell me what you know! Don't blame me for not reminding you that the mages of the Mage Tower have been slaughtered by their superiors, that is, the three archmages that you regard as 'dependent', and now there are only a few mage apprentices left." It's up to you to tell the truth or lie, I don't really care too much anyway!"

The great nobles, who were originally a little dissatisfied with the goddess of wealth's use of a commanding tone against them, were immediately frightened into a cold sweat by their own speculation after listening to the goddess of wealth's words.

They didn't know this news at first, after all, this is what just happened, even if they have intelligence channels to know this information, but even if the information is 'urgent', it will take at least half an hour to reach them.

They didn't know the news, so they still had something to rely on.

But now it's different, their 'reliance' has disappeared with the escape of the three archmages, and the four sets of 'god-killing weapons' have been completely scrapped, and there is no possibility of repair.

Besides, even if it could be repaired, would the goddess of wealth still hand over such a dangerous thing to them?

The big nobles looked left and right, and the big nobleman who stood up just now swallowed his saliva, and said stubbornly: "Lord Goddess, can you talk about this matter alone, there are too many people here......

"Say!"

The goddess of wealth clasped her hands and had a tough attitude, "Just say it here!"

The great nobleman glanced at Serrano, who was glaring angrily, and was a little ashamed to speak, but under the gaze of the goddess of wealth, he still told the truth.

"Just the night before, His Majesty Wade Francis...... "the Grand Nobleman gasped, "and was found dead by the attendants in the bed of the 'Platinum Rose,' but as far as we have investigated, he was with the Countess of Hedell...... Uh, together, together......"

"Wait!"

The Goddess of Fortune interrupted him, narrowed her eyes, and asked, "Didn't you just say that Wade Francis was 'sick and dead'? Why did you get here and become 'dead in the bed of Countess Headle'?" Are you deceiving me, Count Gordon?"

"No, no, no......"

Earl Gordon panicked, and hurriedly waved his hand to explain: "It is about the reputation of Earl and his wife, and we are not going to talk about this ...... in front of others."

As he spoke, Earl Gordon sighed, "But it doesn't matter now—Wade Francis is indeed dead, and died of a heart attack caused by obesity during his affair with Countess Heddle! ”

"The squire didn't choose to tell anyone else about this, but told Prime Minister Rowe—" Earl Gordon glanced at 'Prime Minister Rowe', "We chose to block the news, Master Serrano doesn't live in the palace, so he doesn't know about it. After the lockdown news, we were going to make Wade Francis's stand-in appear and then arrange a play...... But now it seems that it is not needed. ”

It's another 'pickled affair' between nobles!

"What about Earl and his Lady?"

The goddess of wealth glanced at the group of nobles, "Countess Hedell is Wade Francis's cousin niece, and Count Hedell is the head of the Imperial Guard, why didn't they come?"

"Well, this ......," said Earl Gordon, hesitating.

The old Pope sighed, stepped forward, and said, "My lord, Countess Hedel hanged herself at home yesterday...... However, because you were busy with the 'relocation of the Holy City' at the time, it was a remiss on my duty not to tell you in time. ”

"Huh?"

The goddess of wealth frowned, and suddenly took a deep breath, feeling tired.

"Is there anything else I don't know?"

The goddess of fortune sat back in her chair, closed her eyes, sighed, and said weakly, "If there is, tell me now." ”

"That's all, Goddess ......"

The Earl of Gordon's voice grew quieter, and after being reminded by the old Pope, he remembered that 'Countess Hedell hanged herself'.

'Wade Francis' death the day before yesterday has something to do with 'Countess Hedell's hanging', but it is not enough to attract their attention.

Countess Hedell may have committed suicide out of 'fear' - if, without this 'Wade Francis', there is no such thing!

Not only did Earl Gordon realize, but the other nobles also realized.

The three archmages slaughtered their mages and fled from Gordon, Wade Francis died the day before yesterday, Countess Hedell hanged herself yesterday, and today's 'big show' - 'Wade Francis' with the help of the mages of the Mage Tower, with the help of four legends equipped with the 'god-killing arm' came to attack the Temple of Fortune, intending to kill or imprison the goddess of wealth, Latinia.

There is such an invisible line that connects these seemingly unrelated things......

"This is a conspiracy! This is a conspiracy against us!"

Count Gordon broke out in a cold sweat and screamed: "Goddess, you must believe us, we have no ill intentions towards you! Whatever you want, we can promise you, even if you want the throne of Moore, it doesn't matter, please, please stay in Moore! Please, please!"

Count Gordon fell to his knees, his eyes full of fear, his body trembling, and cried, "Please, please stay in More, please—"

"Shut up!"

The old Pope, who was standing aside, suddenly burst out, picked up his cane and struck Count Gordon on the head.

"You were the one who wanted to drive my lord out of Mohr, and now you still want my lord to stay? What are you kidding?!"

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