"Is Zhua still the bishop of Hopeland?" asked a black-haired woman next to him.
"Yes, life there has been quite stable, except for that incident a few years ago," Zhu Ya responded.
"That incident was a huge commotion. I heard that several major chambers of commerce in Hopeland were engaged in a bloody fight. Fires were set, ships were bombing, and golems were sweeping across the city. They nearly destroyed the entire city. Later, the Frost Rose even sent an airship to help."
"Well, but the right and wrong are also very complicated. Alas, I watched those children grow up, and then only one was left." Zhu Ya seemed to remember something and sighed.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go and take a look. Maybe things will change in the church this time." After Zhu Ya finished speaking, he pulled a few people behind him and jumped off the cliff. Then several golden balls of light rose from the darkness and floated directly towards the direction of the Ten Swords Palace.
Inside the Ten Swords Palace, the Flowing Water Palace.
At this moment, rows of golden-armored guards had gathered and stood in the courtyard of the palace. They held prismatic shields and dark-gold spears, with long swords hanging from their waists. There were about 3,000 of them.
"Lord Sibis, I have assembled the guards. Please give the orders." A guard captain reported loudly with a solemn expression.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work. First, divide 2,000 people into several teams to protect the Ten Sword Palace. The other 1,000 people will stay in the courtyard and provide support at any time."
"Don't hurt those who go up the mountain. I know this is difficult, but you have to do it. If you get hurt tonight, I will send people to treat and take care of you later. You don't have to worry."
"I'm counting on you." After saying that, he read out the names of the captains and patted them on the shoulders to reassure them.
Several people responded loudly, then walked out quickly, leading teams of people to deploy defenses in the Ten Swords Palace. Among them, there were more than 300 priests who were ready to treat these guards at any time and even set up isolation barriers.
After seeing these people disperse, Sibis patted the huge chair under him, and then the four guards lifted it up together, and the posture was like carrying a sedan chair in the East, and sent the archbishop to the high platform inside the main gate of the Ten Swords Palace.
Sibis looked at the people below him and saw that everything was arranged. He nodded slightly, then sat down in a chair, closed his eyes and rested without saying anything.
He had already anticipated what would happen tonight, and now was the most critical moment.
Just let me see, I want to see how you plan to defeat me, Odysseus. If you can't kill me today, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life and suffer.
At the foot of the Ten Swords Palace, a surging crowd moved forward slowly, and both sides of the mountain road were filled with people from all parties who had been waiting for a long time. They waited quietly, ready to see how this farce would end tonight.
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