Batistuta's lips twitched involuntarily; upon hearing King of Chambord's words, he was utterly at a loss for words.
Garcia and the knight Alan both spat out their tea with a "pfft".
Killing a high-ranking priest of the Holy Church's diocese in broad daylight would be an earth-shattering event in any empire, by any person, or in any era. Even Batistuta had initially thought that Sun Fei would at most punish him, but Sun Fei was ruthless and killed Barton with a single finger without hesitation. There was no warning before he made his move, leaving no time for anyone else to stop him.
But now, hearing what King of Chambord said, it seemed as if Barton had asked him to kill him.
Well, in his rage, Barton did indeed provoke King of Chambord with reckless words, even explicitly shouting things like "Kill me." But everyone understood that these words were merely a provocation born of his rage, not a genuine desire to die at King of Chambord's hands. However... at this moment, everyone had to admit that Barton was incredibly unlucky, as if he had just experienced the worst of luck imaginable.
He shouldn't have run into such a freak as King of Chambord.
real.
Looking at Barton's gradually cooling body lying on the wooden plank, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, as if a steel knife were pressed against their necks.
No one could help but be awestruck by the decisiveness, boldness, and ruthlessness that this young King displayed with ease and humor.
The clergy looked at Sun Fei with fear in their eyes, especially those unfortunate priests who had previously thought they had reinforcements and demanded that the Shepherd Lord 'hang the King of Chambord ' come to their aid. Now, they all lowered their heads, wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches, terrified that the King of Chambord's gaze would fall on them.
Even the deputy shepherd Barton, was easily killed in a casual conversation. They were terrified, afraid that if they made the slightest sound, they would attract the attention of this killing god and be killed like chickens or dogs.
No clergyman would be foolish enough to doubt whether King of Chambord would dare to take action.
This includes David Barton, the parish priest of Twin Flag City Diocese, who arrived in a menacing and accusatory manner.
The Shar Pei stood blankly on the steps of the magic carriage, its fat cheeks splattered with blood. The moment Barton's heart was pierced, the spurting blood splashed on his face, the warm, wet sensation like a kiss from the Grim Reaper, making him feel as if his heart was about to shatter.
His strength was around Six-Star Class, and he could clearly feel the formidable power contained in King of Chambord's casual sword strike. Startled, his fat legs under his robes were already trembling.
At this moment, Baoye's dumbfounded expression resembled that of a goldfish out of water, its mouth agape, eyes bulging, struggling to breathe.
"You... King of Chambord... Your Majesty Alexander, your actions... I... The Holy Church demands an explanation..."
As the shepherd of a large diocese, overseeing hundreds of thousands of parishioners, Baoye had never been afraid to speak in front of a crowd. But today, he felt as if the gazes of everyone around him, including his subordinates who usually held him in the highest esteem, had turned into sharp arrows, leaving him stammering and completely at a loss for words. He was like a Shar-Pei dog that had been beaten senseless by its master, unable to speak properly, changing his title three or four times in a single sentence.
Perhaps the best option is to quickly slink back into the church.
However, because of his position, he had to say some polite words.
If the deputy sheikh is killed right in front of him by someone outside the church, and he manages to slink away in disgrace, then his position as sheikh is truly over.
But after saying that, Baoye quickly felt even more humiliated.
Because King of Chambord didn't even glance at him, treating not only his words as nothing but also him as air that stinks even more than a fart, completely ignoring him.
Central Barracks.
"Alright, since the Black-Robed Holy Temple has invited me to join, shouldn't we show some attitude now?" Sun Fei glanced at the pale-faced and terrified clergy in the Barracks and laughed, "Right Deacon, although it was Deputy Shepherd Barton who asked me to kill him, murder is a difficult matter to explain. Why don't you step in and help me solve this problem?"
Upon hearing this, both Garcia and Alan's lips twitched slightly.
For a fleeting moment, the two men felt an urge to grab King of Chambord's shameless face and slap him hard. If he knew he was going to kill a high-ranking clergyman of the parish's vice-patriarchal level, why did he still act so ruthlessly? And then expecting them to clean up his mess? Could anything be more shameless?
Batistuta, however, had an expression that said, "I knew it would happen," nodded, stood up, and walked to the bewildered shepherd Baoye was some distance away.
Although the two were not directly subordinate to each other, Batistuta was many ranks higher than Baoye in terms of status, so Baoye quickly came down the stairs and said a few words to him quietly.
In an instant, the fat Shar Pei's expression changed.
He couldn't help but glance at Sun Fei, then quickly averted his gaze as if avoiding a venomous snake. His forehead was covered in cold sweat. Without saying anything more, he thanked Batistuta profusely. Baoye's expression relaxed somewhat, and after shouting a few times, he turned and boarded his magic carriage to leave...
"Wait a minute." Sun Fei suddenly spoke from afar.
It was clearly visible to the naked eye; upon hearing this, Baoye's obese body trembled instantly.
With a forced, awkward smile, Baoye turned around with difficulty, looking at Sun Fei respectfully. His heart pounding, he forced a fawning smile and asked, "Your Majesty... Your Excellency... Uh, does Your Highness have any further instructions?"
To be honest, at this moment, Baoye truly regretted listening to that person's words and rushing to cause trouble for King of Chambord. What bullshit Undead Magic and what bullshit dragons, they can all go to hell. At this moment, he just wanted to get far away from this god of death and save his own life.
"When you came, you smashed the gate of my Barracks. You'd better come back and replace it." Sun Fei pointed to the large wooden gate of the Barracks that had been blown up earlier.
"Yes, yes, yes, my lord, rest assured, I... uh, no, I will definitely compensate you with a newer and stronger gate, I will, I will..." Baoye agreed repeatedly, his attitude extremely sincere.
"Well, and also, your group stormed into the Barracks so aggressively that you frightened me and my innocent soldiers. You'd better send me ten thousand gold coins later, as... well, compensation for emotional distress," His King said solemnly. "Furthermore, your sorcerers said that I am some kind of demon from Hell who will hang everyone, which is the most vicious and shameless slander, severely damaging my young and fragile heart, so..."
His Majesty is talking nonsense again.
The same thought simultaneously arose uncontrollably in the minds of the experts and soldiers of Chambord City, and their blood boiled with rage.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll make them compensate me as soon as I get back. It won't take an hour. All 50,000 gold coins will be delivered to your residence, sir. Of course, if you find it troublesome to carry them, you can deposit them in the Soros Chamber of Commerce's cash box and send a crystal storage card." Baoye fully demonstrated his talent for flattery and reading people. He didn't even need Sun Fei to finish speaking before he immediately drew inferences and explained everything clearly.
He was terrified of Sun Fei at this point and only wanted to leave as soon as possible. Losing some blood was completely acceptable to him.
Sun Fei nodded in satisfaction. "Oh, you're very clever and capable, haha. You're welcome to visit the Chambord City Barracks again next time. If you'd like, you can always break down the gate like you did today. Anyway, as long as the compensation is in place, I won't actually lose out."
"Yes, yes, I will follow your teachings, sir. Thank you for your praise. I will definitely come when I have time."
Baoye practically crawled into the magic carriage, impatiently urging the driver to start it up. He led his men, who had come with great fanfare but now fled with their tails between their legs, as if escaping from the Barracks. The divine masters, on the other hand, seemed to wish they had two more legs, and they took off running, their speed no slower than the carriage.
"Hey, welcome back anytime!"
Sun Fei stood up, still feeling unsatisfied, and waved his hand. With a few thuds, several divine masters who hadn't yet escaped the Barracks were so frightened that their legs went weak and they fell to the ground.
"Hahaha!" Seeing this, King of Chambord's soldiers burst into laughter.
These grandsons of the Church are truly unlucky. Their cunning and plundering have even reached for His Majesty the King! How unfortunate! Where His King is, even a wild goose flying by will have its feather plucked; how much more so them? If it weren't for King Majesty's meticulous calculations, how could the royal family of a small Chambord City, with its annual tax burden and income amounting to a mere tens of thousands of gold coins, possibly support the ongoing reconstruction of Chambord City?
Ribery and the ten knights who came with him were completely shocked.
It ended like this?
Why did the Papacy, who had ravaged Twin Flag City for over twenty years and whose members even the Imperial Church had tolerated, suddenly flee in panic like dogs before Lord Alexander? What happened?
In their minds, Sun Fei became even more mysterious and powerful.
"Alright, the guests have been seen off. Now let's get back to business." Sun Fei sat back down on the stone chair, smiling as he gestured for Batistuta and the other two to sit down as well.
Meanwhile, the soldiers of Chambord City were already used to it and began to methodically clean up the disturbed camp.
Second update.
People are truly forced into things.