Seeing everyone silent, the boss quickly smiled and said, "Haha, that's right. Our store provides the best room for the believers of the Lord God, and the food expenses are reduced by half. As long as you can live here safely, you will be honored not to make a fuss about this small shop. ~,"

It seems that the Church of Destiny has become a terrorist organization... Rick smiled bitterly, and after a long time, the hotel owner was afraid that they were the lawless church masters and said this.

"Yes, we are from Ice City and are the most devout believers of the Lord God." Rick suddenly had an idea and frowned and said seriously.

It was agreed on in the carriage that everyone acted as an ordinary traveler, but now Rick claims to be a believer in the church, and the battle plan will change again.

"Aha, welcome." At this time, those who chose to join the fun in the capital were usually crazy believers in the Ice City, so the hotel owner naturally recognized their identities and did not dare to neglect the residences of everyone. And as he said, Rick and the others were indeed assigned to the best room in the hotel. Not only did the light repeat, but the view outside the window was wide, because the floor was relatively high, most of the views of the capital could be seen at a glance.

After placing the luggage, according to the old rules, the members of the Wings of the Mingx gathered in the instructor's room and locked all the doors and windows, and everyone communicated with what they should do in front of them.

"First of all, this thing is useless." With a hissing, Jim decisively took out the fur paper that recorded the miracle and tore it into pieces. "The reason is very simple. If the Lord God really showed the miracle, then the Principality of Lyle would not reject the Church of Destiny at all, but would flatter them. So this thing was forged by Bob. Now there is chaos in the capital, which is the scene we first saw with information."

"That's right. In our previous actions in Ice City, we always felt something was wrong. It turned out that we were led by someone in the dark, so we didn't notice any clues. In the end, we were ridiculously whitewashed the Church of Destiny. The people who manipulated everything behind the scenes were probably still laughing at our ignorance." The plot of the Church of Destiny was wrongly grafted to the victim of the Principality of Destiny. Rick felt a little ashamed. Fortunately, they did not rush to go home, but came to the capital of the Principality of Destiny with the last glimmer of hope. The Emperor of Heaven paid off, and the efforts of the Wings of the Mingx were finally confirmed. In the capital, the unknown side of the Church of Destiny was finally discovered.

"In other words, as soon as we arrived at Ice City, our identities were exposed and we were secretly supervised by church people, so we didn't find any clues?" Ice City did not go there in vain. At least we can compare the harmony there and the chaos in the capital. Although Xin did not directly participate in the investigation, he also learned about the details of the present after listening to the reports of Rick, Jim and Martin.

"Yes, do you still remember the captain of the guard?" Jim stopped hesitating. He saw the dark side of the Church of Destiny with his own eyes and said with certainty: "He regards the Pope as his mortal enemy and will drag him together even if he dies, but at a critical moment, he not only put down the sword in his hand, but also dramatically changed his position. He stood on the side of the Church of Destiny, incompatible with his previous actions."

"After all, the speculation of the Principality of Lyle was indeed correct. It was said in the intelligence from the beginning that the Church of Destiny is likely to have the ability to manipulate people's spirit and thinking. After so many rounds, we found out. Only the information at the beginning is reliable. What we get in the Ice City is deliberately arranged by the Church of Destiny." Rick smiled mockingly, but it was not the time to blame himself in front of him. If you want to make up for the mistakes you made before, you must be energetic now.

"It can be concluded from this that the residents of Ice City have been under control of their minds. The Church of Destiny is just performing a happy drama for us, and then blame the Duchy of Lyle so that we can go back and testify for them. It's such a good way." Jim smiled slightly, tightened his fists, and said, "But they never expected that we did not return to the Holy Capital to report, but instead fought in the King Capital, and happened to meet today's scene."

"But...but..." Belle thought about it and decided to say it, "Since that's the case, everyone in Ice City is a puppet of the church, then Martin is not..."

Everyone fell silent when they thought of the cynical handsome silver-haired man and his cheerful smile.

...

At the same time, at the heart of the royal capital, not far from the magnificent palace, a temporary church stands in front of the palace gate. The tall buildings and magnificent shapes are like the cathedral of the Ice City, and the momentum can vaguely compete with the royal capital of the Principal of Lair, which is simply provoking the royal power.

Carriage carrying the Pope was parked in front of the church in the royal capital. With the support of the believers, the Pope and the four major bishops moved in one after another. What is even more remarkable is that a tall silver-haired man was traveling with the top leaders of the Church of Destiny, which made many people speculate about his identity.

On the top floor of the church, four middle-aged men were half kneeling in the hall. They were the archbishops of the Church of Destiny, but their existence was still very small compared to the lofty pope. However, Martin was an exception. Even if the pope was present, he didn't care. He summoned many beautiful female believers from somewhere to choose the beauty.

The index finger raised the chin of a fair-skinned and beautiful female believer. The woman had no resistance at all. Instead, she felt that it was her honor, and she was immersed in Martin's blue pupils as bright as the starry sky.

Seeing the woman's intoxicated look, Martin pursed his mouth, as if he had lost interest, moved his fingers away from her chin, and looked at a female believer again in a blink of an eye.

These beauties carefully selected from female believers are loyal to the church of fate and received the orders of the pope. They enjoyed Martin's teasing, but the silver-haired man seemed to dislike this little and murmured: "What I enjoy is the process of pursuit, it's so boring and not a little challenging."

Losing interest in the female believer who came to the door, Martin walked step by step to the archbishop who was half kneeling on the ground, looking up at the Pope sitting on the top of the steps with a smile on his face. It seemed that all the powers liked to bring themselves to a high place.

The pope nodded to Martin with a smile, as if he had acquiesced to his frivolous behavior. He looked at the four major bishops and said seriously: "Now the messengers from the Cato Empire have returned to report their lives. Before punishing them, the Principality of Lair. We must seize the time to seize power. After the change of dynasty, the Cato Empire will not find a reasonable excuse to intervene."

"Your Majesty, don't worry, now the Ice City is under our control, and the believers have penetrated the entire territory of the Principal of Lair. There is only a need to take down the capital below. This land belongs to the Lord God." An archbishop lowered his head and said solemnly: "In only three days, all the believers of the Principal of Lair will gather in the capital, and then force the king to abdicate."

The pope nodded with satisfaction, faced Martin, and smiled, "Sir, do you have any ideas?"

Martin shook his head as if he was afraid of trouble and directly pushed all the blame on them, "I am not good at doing this kind of thing, so I will leave the plan to you. If there is a big trouble, come to me."

"Sir, please rest assured. The Principality of Lyre is now in its pocket. It won't take long to be the next king." The Pope put his posture very low. He is now above ten thousand people. The person above him was not the king of Lyre's Principality, but Martin.

Martin pulled his delicate long silver hair and shook his head gently, making it seem indifferent. "No, just establish a religious country. You are the pope and the king. I am not interested in power, and I don't have the heart to manage the country. It turns out that idleness is the most suitable for me."

"What a happy thing to do when you sleep, pick up girls, and enjoy all the fine wine in the world." Martin was like a waste without ambition. He was full of desire for pleasure and did not care about worldly rights and status at all.

"Then do it as you arranged." The Pope nodded and replied.

"Oh by the way, how do you plan to seize the power of the Principality of Lyle?" Martin found that he had been a hand-off manager for too long and did not understand the church's plans at all.

"Report to the Lord, the people are the foundation of a country. Now the church will be the will of the people. As long as the Pope says, believers will rebel without hesitation. At that time, the palace will be surrounded by layers, and the king of the Principal of Lair will have to abdicate obediently." An archbishop who knelt in front of the Pope did not look at him and looked up at Martin, and said seriously with his head down.

"But I don't think so," Martin bit his finger as white and delicate as a woman, and said lightly: "A monarch in history will not be indifferent to seeing his people rebelling as long as he has a little blood. At that time, the royal capital will be in chaos, and the royal guards affiliated with the king will definitely carry out bloody suppression."

The four major bishops were silent one after another. After a long time, one of them finally raised the courage and said: "Sir, the alternation of regimes is inevitable, and this is inevitable."

Martin waved his finger in disagreement and said disdainfully: "I should have said many times that I am a peace-loving person, and the best solution is to avoid a conflict of force."

"But we have tried our best to negotiate, but we not only want to list the church as the state religion, but also want to seize the power of the principality. This is a rebellion, how can we resolve it peacefully?" Another archbishop said excitedly. If it were not for Martin's obstruction, the Church of Destiny would have occupied the Principality of Lyle, and there would not have been the Wings of the Mingx to come to investigate this matter.

"Oh? Are you questioning my decision?" Martin stared at the archbishop who refuted him with a smile, his eyes gradually becoming cold.

"Don't dare!" The archbishop realized the problem of his tone and quickly kowtowed to Martin a few times.

With a few thuds, the archbishop's forehead had intimate contact with the cold ground. After a while, he was covered in blood, but he had no intention of stopping. He could not forgive himself as if he had done a huge mistake.

"Okay, OK," Martin couldn't bear to see a middle-aged man punishing him like this, so he immediately forgave him and finally instructed: "I will not interfere with your actions, but I hope not to sacrifice the lives of too many believers. They are all living people, with their own families and relatives, which can be regarded as accumulating some virtue for the non-existent Lord God."

Since the emergence of the Church of Destiny and has been developing until now, the Principality of Lair has not stopped for a moment. The originally magnificent palace was also in a depressing situation. The king had lost control over the situation in the capital, and the general trend of the royal power was hopeless. The believers of the Church of Destiny were the real masters of the Principality. Many palace maids and servants began to doubt the king's ability to rule. Although they still treated him as usual on the surface, they secretly laughed at the last king of the Principality, which was about to face the disaster of national destruction.

The senior officials and ministers of the Principality almost lost faith in the king, and many of their families were believers of the Lord God, and many of them were forced to surrender to the Church of Destiny. After all, this emerging church is like a magnet, and can influence and absorb new believers wherever they go. Now their people's desires and power are no longer able to be countered by the undermined royal power.

The king of the Principal of Lyle was a middle-aged man in his early forties. For a king, it was a good time to achieve great success by taking advantage of his mind to maintain a rational ambition when he was awake. However, the emergence of the Church of Destiny made the king feel powerless. Seeing that his people were getting farther and farther away from him, and even had the intention of betrayal, he seemed to be a teenager. In addition, he couldn't sleep well for several days and nights, and his eyes that had sunk in seemed even more haggard.

The palace was empty and the magnificent decoration would only make the king feel uneasy. There was no pleasant good news every morning court, and the memorials were all centered on the church of destiny. At the beginning, there would be people who dared to stand up and try to find justice, but these people generally would not have a good end. Over time, fewer ministers dared to speak freely. What was even more outrageous is that some people began to talk about how optimistic the situation was, and His Majesty the King did not need to worry. The king saw this conspiracy that made him careless, but now it was the time to use people and win people's hearts that he would resist the urge to drag these traitors out and behead them all.

Members of the royal family live in the shadow of panic every day, fearing that one day the crazy believers will rush into the palace and beat them to death. It is said that the heirs of the throne of the Principality of Lair have defected to the Church of Destiny, hoping to never die. If he can still be king, it has nothing to do with the puppets controlled by others.

The king sighed heavily, leaned his head back, and his head was placed on the cold throne, and he closed his eyes helplessly.

He didn't know how long he could sit in this position. The country that lost the people was like a night road without street lights. The only thing that could light up the fire of hope in his heart was the assistance of the Cato Empire.

"Your Majesty, the old minister just received the news from the Cato Empire." An old man in sixties knelt in front of the throne, with an extremely complicated expression.

The king felt energetic as soon as he heard this, and immediately sat upright. The only sound of a lion in the hall was left, "Did the Cato Empire decide to send troops to help me?"

The old man was a loyal minister of the priesthood and had served the king, which is now the king's father. Even if the Church of Destiny has mastered the lifeline of the country, he would never betray the Principality of Lair or the king.
Chapter completed!