"It seems His Majesty has made a decision." Batistuta took another sip of his Chambord City tea and Earth Inquiry Sun Fei with a smile.
"Yes, I have indeed thought some things through and made some decisions." Sun Fei's smile disappeared, and he nodded solemnly.
The inexplicable conflict with Barton, Baoye, and others had served as a wake-up call for His Majesty the King, making Sun Fei Sun Fei vaguely sensed that an invisible Big Hand from the Church was already weaving a trap waiting for him.
This might be a Barbarian's intuition.
Therefore, Sun Fei now has to change his thinking and seriously consider Batistuta's invitation. It is both an opportunity and a risk.
Regardless of his choice, Sun Fei was placing a huge bet.
"Then what is His Majesty's decision...?" Batistuta didn't even notice that his teacup was tilting and spilling tea, waiting for Sun Fei's answer with expectant eyes.
Meanwhile, the young divine master Garcia and the divine knight Alan also pricked up their ears to listen attentively.
"My choice is..." Sun Fei was about to say something when he suddenly thought of two people and changed his words, "My choice is to not make a choice for now, and to give the Right Deacon an answer in half a month."
Before making a final conclusion, this matter should be discussed with the Necromancer and the undead bone dragon, or at least informed in advance. Although the Black-Robed Divine Temple has been in decline for a century, it is still a force of the Holy Church and a mortal enemy of the Undead Temple. The grudges between the two sides are complicated and cannot be explained in a few words. As a partner, Sun Fei suddenly felt that he should take care of and respect the feelings between the Necromancer and the undead.
Therefore, Sun Fei will not make any promises until the Necromancer emerges from the small world of the level 36 difficulty area of the God and Demon Palace.
"This..." Batistuta's face showed undisguised disappointment, but he couldn't force Sun Fei to change his mind; he knew these things couldn't be rushed.
The young divine masters Garcia and Alan were also slightly taken aback. They had thought that King of Chambord would agree at this point, but the words suddenly changed before they could even be spoken. Their hopeful hearts plummeted as if they had fallen off a cliff. They were also a little dissatisfied with Sun Fei's repeated excuses and harbored some resentment.
"Because I suddenly remembered that there is another very important matter that I cannot confirm until half a month later, so it will take some time." Sun Fei sensed the sincerity shown by the mighty Old Man Batistuta, so he patiently explained and assured him, "Right Deacon, please rest assured, I will not do anything like waiting for the highest bidder or demanding a higher price, nor will I stoop to selling myself like a barmaid to other major factions of the Church. Once I decide to join the Holy Church, it will only be the Black-Robed Divine Temple."
Upon receiving Sun Fei's promise, Batistuta was surprised, but also felt a little embarrassed.
Indeed, for a fleeting moment, he did wonder if the King of Chambord might be playing hard to get, negotiating with other factions of the Holy Church and then choosing the one with the most generous offer to raise the price.
Since the conversation had progressed to this point, the four exchanged a few pleasantries before Batistuta and his two companions tactfully rose to take their leave.
On the way to the Church in Twin Flag City.
"My lord, I am suddenly very confused. I hope your wise answer can dispel the fog in my heart." The young priest Garcia finally couldn't help but speak.
"Speak, Garcia, I think I already know what you're going to say." Batistuta's imposing, steel-like face revealed a kind and amiable smile, clearly showing his long-standing admiration for the young priest before him.
" King of Chambord's strength is indeed formidable, and his potential is astonishing. Perhaps in the future, he will become a powerful martial artist. However, through these past few days of observation, I've found that he doesn't seem suited to be an outstanding leader. Please forgive my bluntness; I don't mean to slander my savior, but I still feel that I don't see the aura of a divine representative in King of Chambord. He doesn't even seem to qualify as a competent ordinary divine master. Just like what he did to Baoye earlier, I feel... I feel that was blatant extortion."
Garcia voiced his question.
"You're right, my child. King of Chambord does indeed lack the qualities described in the sacred scriptures of the Church for the ' Son of God ' and popes throughout history. In other words, he's practically a villain straight out of a market or slaughterhouse—greedy, cunning, ruthless, vicious, unforgiving, and even a little bloodthirsty... But now, we have no choice. If we miss out on King of Chambord, I don't know if anyone with the ' Son of God ' physique will be willing to join the Black-Robed Holy Temple."
At this point, Batistuta's face showed helplessness and dejection.
This expression was something that Garcia, a young man who had not yet experienced the brutal infighting and struggles within the Church, could neither understand nor comprehend.
"Actually..." The knight Alan, who had been silent until now, suddenly hesitated and said, "Perhaps King of Chambord is the best choice for the Black-Robed Holy Temple right now. If there really is someone in this world with the physique of Son of God who can lead this temple to regain its former Glory, perhaps that person is King of Chambord Alexander."
"Oh, you mean..." Batistuta's eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly realized something, and he felt as if he had grasped some key point.
To break free from constraints, change is necessary.
The first thing that needs to be changed is the Black-Robed Holy Temple itself.
A leader who doesn't follow the usual path might bring an unexpected surprise to the entire stagnant Black-Robed Holy Temple.
Batistuta suddenly realized that he and Garcia had underestimated Alan, the knight who had voluntarily surrendered. His strength at the Eight-Star Class Peak was not particularly outstanding, but his value did not seem to lie in his martial arts skills.
Twin Flag City, Holy Church.
"Why is this happening? You didn't tell me that King of Chambord Alexander, was the [ Son of God ]. Are you deliberately sending me to my death?"
The walls of the shrine were covered with white candles, filling the secret room with the unique scent of burning candles and a misty atmosphere. Maki Baoye barely managed to suppress his anger and questioned the black-clad man sitting quietly in front of him with a low growl that was almost a roar.
If it weren't for the fact that this mysterious, unidentified black-robed priest carried the token of a high-ranking figure in the Church whom he absolutely couldn't afford to offend, the enraged Baoye would probably have already stripped this mysterious fellow who had instigated him to cause trouble for the King of Chambord and thrown him out to be fed to the dogs.
"According to you, the Black-Robed Holy Temple has actually made contact with King of Chambord? Could it be that King of Chambord is actually a [ Son of God ] secretly cultivated by the Black-Robed Holy Temple?" Enveloped entirely in a specially modified black robe, illuminated only by the flickering candlelight, with only the area of the chin hidden beneath the long hood, the mysterious man remained unfazed by Lord Maki's rage and calmly retorted.
This calmness carries an undeniable, condescending power and indifference.
This also instantly brought Baoye to his senses amidst his rage.
The mysterious person in front of him was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
"This... it must be... I saw that one of the leaders of the Black-Robed Holy Temple, the Right Deacon Batistuta, was very respectful to King of Chambord, and their relationship was also very close." Baoye quickly suppressed his anger and transformed back into the wagging-tail-amusing Shar-Pei.
This is what makes him so remarkable: he can quickly change his mood and demeanor.
When it's time to play the fool, he'll never hesitate.
"So, he really isn't an imposter after all... Could it be... could it be that I guessed wrong?" The mysterious man muttered to himself, seemingly pondering a deeply troubling problem. After a moment's thought, he gently shook his head and asked, "Have you seen his fiancée, Angela?"
" The King of Chambord's fiancée?" Maki Baoye's face showed a strange expression, wondering if this mysterious envoy had taken a fancy to the King of Chambord's fiancée. However, he dared not say it aloud and respectfully replied, "When I went there, the King of Chambord's relatives were not in the Barracks, so I did not see them."
"Hmm, send a few quick-thinking men to keep an eye on this woman's movements," the man in black said calmly after a moment's thought.
"OK."
Baoye agreed and started to walk out. After taking a few steps, he thought for a moment, then suddenly turned back and said, "There's something else I must report to you. Today, after I went to the Chambord Army, the deputy shepherd Barton, said he saw that the King of Chambord's men were actually feeding three high-level magical beasts that are very likely the legendary dragons..."
"A magical beast that's almost like a dragon?" The mysterious man's tone held a hint of surprise. "This is truly... all sorts of strange things seem to happen to this guy. Go back and investigate this matter. Make sure you understand the whole story before you act on your own."
"Yes, sir. By the way, regarding the matter of King of Chambord killing Vice-Pastor Barton today, what do you think... how should I report this to His Holiness the Pope of the Empire?" A troubled expression involuntarily appeared on Baoye's face as he spoke of this matter.
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