"What?"

"Sir, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Sir, do you want to provoke a war?"

...

Unlike the two previous events, when the third event was announced, the diameter of the banquet hall was in full swing, and several impatient nobles spoke directly.

Mission is not an easy thing.

Before the "black disaster" occurred in the entire Beilu, there was only one sect: the God of War!

After the "black disaster", only one "disaster lady" was added.

Simply put, these two people can preach publicly in the entire Beilu.

The rest are heresy and evil gods.

As long as it is discovered, it can be burned to death.

Moreover, unlike the just-risen "Lady of Disaster", the God of War has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, especially in the Sika territory, Viscount Sika is the most devout believer of the God of War. Naturally, many of the subordinates of Viscount Sika are also believers of the God of War. Whether it is to please Viscount Sika or to comfort herself, they don't have any money, so they believe a little.

Of course, many people are really devout believers of the God of War.

However, not here.

Those people have been cleaned up by the evil spirits above.

And these people reacted so much, naturally because they wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble.

Or...

Ask for benefits.

The nobles are far more realistic than they imagined.

Unfortunately, the evil spirits at the top are more realistic than them.

He gestured to Sergei and Hoff.

The two young men walked towards the most powerful people who were shouting without hesitation, swung the long sword that was not unsheathed, aimed it at the cheeks of these people, and sucked it hard.

Bang, bang!

Amid the crisp sound, the clamored people immediately had red and swollen cheeks, their mouths were spitting out, and they spit out a few teeth.

For those who underestimate their gods, Sergei and Hoff don't mind teaching them to be human.

In fact, this was what their messenger had advised, otherwise they would cut off the tongues of these guys who wanted to take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Although the two young men have never experienced the filth between the nobles, they are not fools.

How could anyone seem to be emotionally excited, but still make eye contact and gesture secretly?

The two young men looked at the nobles who had just been beaten by them, and then, their eyes were like wolves, and they began to patrol the entire banquet hall.

No one dared to look at them.

Those who have some strength and courage to jump around have long been cleaned up by the evil spirits at the top, and the rest are just weak chickens who have brought them to make up for the sake of fairness.

If it weren't for the purpose of allowing the entire "Mist" church to grow faster and become a qualified helper for its boss, the evil spirits at the top didn't even want to do this.

What it prefers is the simple and direct style.

This is also derived from its boss style.

It doesn't mind growing it.

With a smile, the upper evil spirit looked at the slightly at a loss of time at the baroness. Under the other party's gaze, he gave an encouraging look. The baroness immediately sat upright.

"I'm announcing, not negotiating."

"I'm just telling you."

"Also, Sika Ling is from the Sika family. As the only steward of the family, I have the right to do so, and even His Majesty the King cannot object."

The Baroness said firmly.

When the words were finished, Carl, who had been standing in the corner of the banquet hall and tried his best to avoid everyone's sight, walked out.

He thought he needed to do something for his mother.

Therefore, he walked to these nobles, stretched out his palms as if he was holding a sheep, and pulled the people out of the banquet hall.

"Give me your life!"

"Sir, spare me!"

One after another, begging for mercy, Carl ignored it.

Carl, who came from a noble family, knew better than Sergey, and what attention should be paid to these bastards in his hands.

Create disputes.

Weak your mother.

Devour the interests of the Sika family and strengthen themselves.

Almost in an instant, he thought of a series of things in his mind.

So, he wouldn't spare these bastards at all.

Looking at the black armor, the murderous Carl dragged the man out, and the banquet hall calmed down again, and the nobles looked at the Baroness like quails.

Fear, fear.

Such a gaze is obvious.

I heard, I always heard.

It is far less scary than seeing it.

When they saw the acquaintance who was sitting here just now and was dragged out like this, they woke up again and remembered their identity again.

Sika Ling belongs to the Sika family.

Not theirs.

Of course, some people are also thinking secretly.

After the banquet is over, should you go directly to the Temple of War?

Obviously, there are many people who have this idea.

Therefore, in the following banquet, they all were absent-minded, even if the snacks were very delicious, some even just took a bite and threw them on the plate without moving.

This made the evil spirit frown.

Before he knew it, its "diet view" had long been impressed by Qin Ran.

No food wasted basics.

Similarly, Sergei and Hoff were the same.

After these two days of getting along, they know how simple the messenger is.

Immediately, the two young people who had no good feelings for these people became more and more disgusted.

Thankfully, the bauble didn't waste it.

The tea party ended in a hurry.

The nobles hurriedly got on the carriage.

Looking at the direction of the carriages leaving, Sergei and Hoff couldn't help but hold the hilt of the sword. As long as the evil spirit above gave the order, the two of them would definitely rush up to kill those people.

However, the evil spirit at the upper level did not speak.

It looked at the sad-faced Baroness.

The land is sacred!

The king cannot get involved!

But, gods are also sacred!

The power of the divine power is above the power of the king, not just a word.

Decades ago, the messenger of the God of War was called a saint, and the king would even give him a half-man ritual.

Although the situation has improved now after the "black disaster", the power of the "god" is still deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Simon, what should we do?"

The Baroness asked without hiding her inner worries.

The evil spirit at the upper level smiled slightly.

"We do things in the world."

"What is between God?"

"Of course, my master will handle it!"
Chapter completed!