Bishop Cole silently stared at the woman in front of him who dared to defy the world's condemnation, but unlike before, it was in the Temple of Knowledge, and now, it was in the city hall of Wende City.

In the not luxurious town hall, in the unpretentious town hall, Bishop Cole sat in the lord's office, facing the woman with whom he had talked so many times.

Everything seemed sparse and ordinary, but it made him feel a kind of breathless depression...... It's like facing other gods!

However, he knew very well that there was no divinity in this maid of the Tragic Wind family, and everything was just his own imagination.

But this sense of oppression still forced him, made him break the confrontation, broke the silence.

"Serena...... Bishop Cole found himself afraid to meet the head maid in the eye, "tell me what you were thinking. ”

The maid had a just right smile on her face and her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, full of intellectual charm, but such charm was easy to fascinate people.

Like Bishop Cole, he now did not dare to meet the eyes of the chief maid, for he feared that he would betray his faith, the supreme king of knowledge to him.

Because of this strange charm, Bishop Cole had begun to be afraid of contact with this woman.

But his Lord wishes to come into contact with this woman, but the 'Lord of Knowledge' dwells in the Outer Lands, or travels through the realms, and the God of Knowledge does not descend on the Lord's physical plane unless he needs to.

This woman is a non-believer, or rather she believes in 'truth', just like the arcanists of the Arcane Empire...... No, maybe not quite the same, but Bishop Cole can say with certainty, 'This woman is a heretic!'

However, even knowing this, he still couldn't help this woman, not only because of her high position, but also because of the dragon sitting behind her.

Sensing the malicious gaze from the black dragon, Bishop Cole felt a tingling in his scalp and remembered what he had heard a few months ago...... News about that black dragon.

How flocking to it a few months ago, how scared it is now.

Knowledge itself was not a forbidden thing, but her mind was too far ahead, and it was Bishop Cole who heard the gods he served say, because the head maid's mind and consciousness were too advanced to give him a sense of fear.

After asking the question that had always existed in his heart, the old man suddenly felt much more relaxed, and even in the face of the gaze of the current Duke of Sorrowful Wind, he straightened his back, just like when he first faced the chief maid.

"What do I want to do?" the maid laughed, and lowered her head again, "Didn't I make it clear in my opening speech?, why do you people always think that what comes out of my mouth is not true, or only half of it?...... Can't I tell the truth?"

Bishop Cole's old face flushed, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.

After a little more waiting, when Bishop Cole did not speak again, Serena asked, "Since you have asked, it is time for me to ask you." Excuse me, Bishop of the Diocese of Cole, what are you here for?"

Hearing the maid's question, Bishop Cole's eyes showed a little struggle, but in the end he sighed and said truthfully: "My lord sent me to bring you a word......

"I ask you, if you want to be a believer in our Lord, and if you want to be the 'archbishop' of the Church of God of Knowledge. ”

The maid blinked, looked at the black dragon sitting behind her, smiled, and shook her head to refuse the invitation from the 'Naming of All Knowledge'.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be a believer in any of the gods, because I gave everything I had to my master. ”

The Cultivators did not succeed, but Bishop Cole breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he really did not want the head maid of the Sadgazer to join their Church of the God of Knowledge, because he could sense that she was a 'heretic', or a 'madman' who did not fit in with this world.

She looked like she was going to challenge the whole world, to challenge the existing rules, something that the 'Lord' he served didn't like to see.

It was difficult for others to guess what she was thinking, and Bishop Cole himself could not guess, of course, he hoped that he would not guess, and if he could, then it would mean that he had also become a 'heretic'.

Because of the fear of change, of the unknown, Bishop Cole is not like that kind of person, he is not a supporter of change, because he is not as great as the gods he serves, so he is afraid of this head maid in front of him.

Whether it was the new paper, the new numbers, the words and language that shocked him even if it was just a glimpse, and the newly built and officially opened college, all of them were challenging the existing rules.

In such matters, he must admit that he did not understand the teachings of the Lord of Knowledge thoroughly enough, just as he could not understand why the God of Knowledge would let him come into contact with the head maid.

This made him a little scared, even a little nervous—and he had to admit that as a servant of the King of Knowledge, he was really a little unqualified.

Bishop Cole remembered another command from the God of Knowledge, and said: "Then please give me three 'textbooks', one each for the lingua franca, mathematics, and 'Chinese.'" ”

Serena stopped the pen in her hand, and like Cervantes, her eyes suddenly bloomed with a strange look.

She stared at the old man in front of her, her pink lips lightly opened, and asked, "This time, what price are you willing to pay?"

The head maid had a different attitude towards knowledge than their Church of the God of Knowledge, so Bishop Cole was prepared.

He closed his eyes and said, "Our Church of the God of Knowledge will also establish schools in other territories, and we just need some teaching materials, and your 'Chinese' course will be included in the elective course." ”

He did not dare to look into the eyes of Serena and Cervantes for fear of assimilation, and in order not to appear so insincere, Bishop Cole simply closed his eyes, which was much better than wandering his gaze and showing his inner cowardice and distrust.

The Great King of Knowledge knew what they wanted, and that was why he asked Bishop Cole to make such a condition.

The maid and the black dragon glanced at each other, and both saw the deep jealousy in each other's eyes, and then the black dragon closed his eyes, this kind of thing he left to the maid to decide, and the evil and powerful black dragon would not pay attention to these complicated matters.

"Deal!"

Serena was impatient, and Bishop Cole opened his eyes in shock, "This, this ......"

Unlike what he imagined, he didn't expect this head maid to be so direct and so straightforward.

The maid's directness overwhelmed Bishop Cole, "Good, good......"

Bishop Cole left the town hall in a gesture of near-abandonment, and he saw in the eyes of the chief maid a fire that could infect anyone—a fire of change that was burning.

Like a rising sun, the Sorrowful Wind Collar is slowly beginning to shine on the earth......

He didn't know whether he was going to keep up with the pace or rest on his laurels, in fact he was very confused, and from his position he looked, both paths were extremely dark.

He is old, he doesn't have so much energy and courage, and in the face of the 'unknown' and 'backwardness', no matter which future he wants to see.

Leave everything to the Lord, abandon your own thoughts, and the Lord's choice is his yearning.

Whether it's moving towards change or maintaining the status quo, it's up to the Lord to choose.

After Bishop Cole left, Serena gradually lost her smile, took a deep breath, and apologized, "I'm sorry......"

The maid lowered her head and pursed her lips in silence.

Cervantes opened his eyes and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Serena bit her lower lip, "The price is low because of my selfish ......"

"No, you're not wrong!" the black dragon interrupted the maid, "The evil and powerful black dragon doesn't bother with trivial matters, so you represent me, I can't be wrong, so you can't be wrong!"

With her eyes wandering and the corners of her mouth curling slightly, the maid turned her head and asked, "Really?"

"Yes!" Cervantes nodded affirmatively.

The maid smiled, and smiled beautifully.

Unbuttoned a button, locked the door with the Mage's Hand, and a smile in his eyes.

The black dragon looked around, then stared at his desk......

It looks like the height is just right!