Not far away, there were a few nobles rolling their eyes.

These brains in the eyes of wizards are full of fat and bad water, and after special treatment, they have become as muddy as a puddle of paste, salivating at the corners of their mouths, and their eyes are white, even the most lame doctors can see that they have become complete idiots.

The wizard deeply regretted this, the most important of these nobles came from Vamos and Dillari, the two behemoths in Simon's ruling council, and the rest were also the heads of merchant groups with little influence in Simon, most of them were involved in vampires, and the rest were people that Penny thought might be against him.

Before making them idiots, Penny, Loomison, and Romnik had already studied spells together, extracting all the memories in their heads, and the important information about these forces, including the core secrets that only the head of the family knew, Penny already knew very well, and even if he put these idiots back, he had many means to control these forces.

It can be said that this vicious trick allowed him to control half of Ximen in a few days.

However, it will take time to use this information to make a plan and achieve true control, and there are vampires and many other churches and other forces of light and darkness standing in his way before the plan is implemented.

But these problems can be solved, and he painstakingly arranged such a large series of insidious strategies, and even divided the roles, and the whole Simon ran around, just to solve this problem.

A Night King is not terrible, Faeron is not a place where a person can defeat a thousand with one person, a legendary spell can kill a thousand people, it does not mean that a legendary mage really has the ability to fight with a thousand people, no matter how powerful a person is, in the face of organized attacks and a large number of people, it will be quite powerless, as long as there are people in the hand, these are not problems.

Of course, Penny felt a little guilty when he thought of the people who had been killed for secrecy, and the nobles who had to become idiots for his plans—he used the same tricks as the vampires.

But this is all forced out, and wizards don't like to wander around Manferen.

Now, another big and small problem is in front of him.

"Evil ......" The moans of the Holy Warrior Tirantus, who was beaten to the point of breaking his head and bleeding unconscious, came out of the corners of his broken mouth in fits and starts, along with blood.

He looked very bad, and it seemed like he could die at any moment, but the wizard knew very well that the holy warrior with divine blessings was extremely strong, and if he came to his senses, he could even use his divine power to instantly wash away all the wounds on his body.

So Romnik's attendants poured a lot of anesthetic on the lord, this fishing net seems simple, but the net line is tanned with a variety of leather and thick twine, the texture is extremely flexible, not to mention spare some wire - often dealing with the messenger of the good gods, the red-robed mage knows very well how to make a paladin lose the ability to resist, this fishing net is the crystallization of his technology, and it covers his head, even the legendary paladin wants to break free.

How to deal with this guy is indeed a headache for wizards, representing the will of Lansendel, if such a guy is killed directly, not only will it not be beneficial, but it will cause trouble.

After thinking about it left and right, the wizard still dispelled the desire to kill.

Although Penny decided to find an opportunity to teach the paladin a lesson, after thinking about it, killing this guy would not only not relieve his hatred, but also cause more trouble.

The most important thing is that it will attract the deep resentment of the Church of Tyre, and in the past, the madness of the red-robed mage could be understood as an outburst after a series of rebukes, without a direct conflict with the Temple of Tyr, and the removal of the vampire Duke and a series of his minions has also helped their cause to some extent - although such help has been extremely painful for Bishop Khazar.

And this holy warrior himself is also a stunned person who has been washed by faith, and in addition to not being able to achieve enough things and losing more than anything, he can't make any big waves.

After a few encounters, the wizard came to this conclusion and completely extinguished the desire to kill him, but the question of how to make the lesson he received 'unforgettable' is a problem.

Although after the incident, this holy warrior may not know the truth that 'you can't just smash the door of other people's houses', but he must also remember this humiliation and engrave a deep mark on his life.

Penny began to spin his brain.

Not far away, Romnik and Loomison are apparently thinking about similar questions:

"My lord, what are we supposed to do with this guy?"

The wizard shook his head slightly, and when he saw Lu Misen, the secret agent, standing respectfully in front of him, he suddenly remembered: "By the way, Mr. Lu Misen, I don't know what kind of punishment should be given to a late night theft according to the rules of the concession?"

"Punishment?" Lumison muttered, "it should be hung up and whipped with a whip, and then branded on the body." ”

The wizard frowned, such a punishment was much lighter than that of Serre, but it was also understandable, after all, the Serge people set up concessions abroad, and it was impossible to set up a cruel punishment like at home, this punishment balanced humiliation and pain, but it was also quite in line with Penny's appetite.

So the matter was decided.

The next day, the unkempt and sleek Ransendel Holy Warrior Tirantus was hung on a large confinement frame and moved to the gatehouse of the Serre Concession, and a large number of Serre guards erected a simple shelf and hung Lord Tirantus on it, due to the detention of some nobles, although most of the relatives of these powerful people had lost hope of direct dialogue with the Seren, but some remained at the gate of the Serre Concession.

When they saw this scene, their eyes dimmed from staying up late cheered up.

The wide strip of leather slammed into the paladin's body with a loud, crisp sound, and the skin cracked, and the corresponding howl of pain from Tirantus's throat was low and muffled—his mouth was gagged.

And on the large notice hanging on the wall, the crime of this person is recorded - a thief who infiltrated the Seyre Concession and plotted against him.

However, there are still some people who know this unlucky ghost.

"Oh my God, these Serds are crazy. Several nobles fled to the temple of Tyre, and when the Bishop of Khazar arrived panting with a group of men, Tirantus was already bleeding from the body, and a thick horseshoe-shaped soldering iron pressed Tirantus's ass fiercely from behind, like a sifting of flour, and a scorching stench wafted out not far away, and the blood mixed with a large amount of white foam flowed down from Tirantus's mouth, and the holy warrior rolled his eyes and crossed his neck and fainted.

......Bishop Qajar and Serra, who had just arrived, stiffened with shock when they saw this, and they could not imagine that these Serrs would humiliate an apostle of a god in this way.

Even if Tirantus did not die, the consequences of such a great humiliation were often worse than death.

Bishop Qajar is well aware that in a world where it is much more difficult to do good than to do evil, the path of walking in the camp of good is often more thorny than that of the evildoer, especially when serving under the noble god of good, the more rules and constraints there are, the more likely it is to deviate from the doctrine.

Especially for a deity like Lansendale, which is more extreme, if the believers who live up to the deity's creed are equally extreme, then they are likely to go astray—the more acute the doctrine of the church, the easier it is to do so, and there is often only a thin line between good and evil.

With such a young, impulsive, hot-blooded paladin, it is difficult to imagine what would have happened after such humiliation.

But thankfully, the Ser did not kill anyone, as for angering the Lord of the Dawn...... The relationship between the Red Robe Mage Guild and the Morning Light Church was not harmonious.

In such a complicated context, the actions of the Serles showed their mania and ferocity, and the Bishop of Khazar frowned, obviously beginning to think about the affairs of the West Gate City.

He really began to regret it, he shouldn't have sought the help of the Church of Dawn, the existence of a few paladins was more symbolic than practical, and he had more thoughts in the hope of attracting greater support from the Church of the Children of Dawn, but at this point, the apostles of Lansendel not only did not help, but added a lot of chaos.

At a time when tensions were between the city of Simon and the Concession of Serre, Tirantus's actions caused a twist and turn in the otherwise tense but relatively stable situation, which of course distressed the archbishop.

He was still thinking and hesitating, the Serles on the tower had finished their punishment, they relieved Tirantus, and threw him down from the gatehouse three or four yards high, and the onlookers directly below dispersed, allowing the body to be in direct contact with the ground, and there was a clear crisp sound of fractures, and the Bishop of Qajar waved his hand, and the two attendants hurriedly trotted over, spread a piece of cloth on Tirantus's body, and lifted his body back to Bishop Qajar.

"Lord Bishop, Lord Bishop!" several noble messengers gathered around: "When will the adults of our family come out?" ”

"Don't rush, don't rush. This kind of problem, which always gives the archbishop a headache and brain fever, will undoubtedly make him even more anxious at this time: "The Temple of Tyre is trying to communicate with the Edmont and Serles. ”

"Communicate, communicate, we might as well go and communicate with Edmund. ”

"Communicate directly with Edmont......" Bishop Khazar cupped his forehead, it was clear that the woman who had shown indifference to Simon's change had become the key to the matter.

Maybe these nobles should really be allowed to communicate directly with that woman.

He suddenly thought.

However, when this communication really began, some people became suspicious about it.

"Goodall, the nobles are already in contact with that woman. Deep underneath a gloomy tavern, a gang leader with a scar on his face is talking to his allies: "It seems that the archbishop's mobility is indeed limited. ”

"It's just that the paladin is too troublesome. Goodale took a glass of wine and shook his head with red eyes: "You said it a long time ago, they are all guys who have more than enough to accomplish and more to lose. ”

"That's right...... But I'm worried about something else. Selion shook his head and approached Goodall, who looked puzzled: "Will that woman take the opportunity to blackmail the nobles?" ”

"Blackmail?" Goodall frowned, then shook his head: "No way, this woman is shrewd, but she doesn't look like some kind of conspirator. ”

"Don't jump to conclusions. Selion smiled disapprovingly: "If half of the city's nobles are counting on you to save their lives, will you take the opportunity to ask for something?"

This sentence made Goodel's eyes flutter, and a cold light swam through it, and the cup in his hand cracked with a crisp sound.

"But what can I do?" Goodale changed his glass after a while: "The initiative is not in our hands. ”

"We can't send elite thugs to besiege the Concession, that would tear up the tickets of the wizards, and they can easily escape with spells in the Mage Tower. Goodale explained, "The only way to save those nobles is to negotiate...... Conditions for accepting the Sermons...... So, we can only tolerate that woman taking advantage of these opportunities to be in the limelight......"

“...... You're right. Celion let out a wry smile: "The initiative is not in our hands. ”

He repeated, but his eyebrows raised, as if sensing something wrong: "Goodall, you say ......"

"What do you want to say?" Goodale raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing. Selion frowned and shook his head, finally feeling that his idea was a little unreliable and had too many loopholes, so he still took his words back.

"But just because the initiative is not in our hands does not mean that we cannot get something. I don't know what came to mind, but that mysterious smile appeared on Selian's face again.

(To be continued)