Chapter 242 Lanqi's Authority
A few minutes later.
The battle ended almost as briefly and violently as a storm.
The crew and guards on the deck of the merchant ship had almost no chance to resist before they were completely subdued and tied up. Their weapons fell to the ground and only their weak fists were left in their hands.
Their eyes were filled with fear and distress, as if they were completely unable to understand why they were attacked by the Resurrectionists, and they were unwilling to guess what would happen to them next.
Among all the people on the merchant ship, only Viscount Francis was standing and not tied up. An imperceptible tension made his cheeks slightly pale, and his originally dignified appearance now looked a little vicissitudes.
But he smiled with some helplessness and relief.
Viscount Francis probably guessed what was going on.
It must be that the powerful people in the city finally couldn't hold back their desire to replace him, and now there happened to be a ridiculous opportunity to get rid of him through the hands of the Resurrection Church.
Although his heart was burning with anger, Viscount Francis was also very clear about the reality. In this chaotic world, one could be crushed by the wheel of fate if he was not careful.
This group of silver-robed Resurrectionists displayed an overwhelming force. From their brief confrontation, Viscount Francis had clearly realized the absolute gap in combat power between the two sides.
It can even be said that if the other party wanted, he and his crew would have been dead at this moment.
Just as this kind of depression and uneasiness permeated every corner of the deck, the silver-armored priests led by the Resurrectionists came over.
This silver-armored priest was so powerful that no one in their entire city could match him.
In the imperial capital, the fifth level might not be uncommon. There were even some extremely outstanding talents in the Imperial Royal Academy who had the strength of the fifth level at a young age.
But in a remote city-state like theirs, being at level three alone is enough to be considered a powerful mercenary and adventurer.
And Viscount Francis's excellent secretary and bodyguard is a fourth-level strongman.
As a result, facing this silver-armored priest, he was defeated in just two or three hits, just like a child unable to fight back against an adult.
The Resurrectionists were a complete dimensionality reduction attack on border people like them.
No one can compete with the followers of the Tyrant branch who are famous for their ferocious fighting ability.
"To make a long story short."
Viscount Francis stood there, expressionless, with smoke swirling at the corners of his mouth.
While being stared at by several believers, he took a deep breath and threw his cigarette butt into the sea.
He tried to look calm.
Because since the other party didn't kill him directly, it means there might still be room for negotiation.
It was humiliating to negotiate or even compromise with the Resurrectionists, but if he could save the innocent people on the ship and his daughter who was left in the town, he had no choice even if he had to give up his dignity.
The person who walked in front of him was a priest wearing silver armor. The sense of oppression emanating from him was obviously much stronger than that from the others.
If he wanted to, he could easily take off the head of anyone on the ship.
"Viscount Francis."
The Silver Armored Priest laughed and crossed his arms over his chest, "What is your attitude towards our Resurrection Church?"
"From what I understand, I don't want anything to do with you guys."
Viscount Francis responded.
The Silver Armored Priest smiled, as if he was not surprised by Viscount Francis's truthfulness.
This is also the reason why he likes this open-minded viscount more than that fat pig who only knows how to plot.
If he had to choose one side to cooperate with, Priest Silver Armor would actually prefer to cooperate with Viscount Francis rather than the cunning strategist who might stab him in the back at any time.
After all, the order given to them by the Catholic Church was to use a combination of wisdom and strength to gain absolute hegemony as priests in various towns, so that the people would be convinced and accept their doctrines, but not to violate the laws of the empire and cause trouble.
Although in their view, if a violation is not discovered, it is not a violation.
But he still wanted to avoid anything risky.
"We are now cooperating with the environment to make positive changes. Not harming anyone is our utmost sincerity."
After saying that, the Silver Armor priest took out a bracelet and said, "But the core doctrine of our Catholic Church is to believe in the natural law that the strong rule over the weak. Just like now, you have no power to resist us. I hope that you can cooperate with us willingly."
"Is that so... this is something you guys are capable of doing."
Viscount Francis sneered and thought it was ridiculous.
He could recognize that this bracelet was a magical item similar to the one used by slave traders to contract low-level slaves.
The other party spoke high-sounding principles, but in fact they did things that were shady.
"I think the Viscount has already made his decision."
The Silver Armored Priest looked directly at Viscount Francis and said.
Although the contract ceremony was a bit troublesome, by completely controlling Viscount Francis, their missionary goal would take a big step towards success.
At this moment, a tiny flying insect floated past the silver-armored priest.
"Come see me."
The cold and brief command in his ear made the Silver Armored Priest suddenly alert.
"At the end of the second-floor corridor."
Another sentence.
However, when the Silver Armor Priest turned around, he felt that he could not find the source of the sound.
There was a faint blue fluorescence in front of my eyes, and then it dissipated along with the magic power.
He frowned and made sure no one had approached him or talked behind him.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
This kind of directional sound transmission magic, although not necessarily of a high rank, made him feel quite magical. It turned out that there was such a fancy wizard on the ship.
"Keep an eye on Viscount Francis first."
The corner of the Silver Armored Priest's mouth curled up into a cold smile. He wanted to see who was playing tricks.
Moreover, he also needs to personally eliminate this uncertain factor that he is not even aware of.
On the deck of the ship, a priest in silver armor slowly walked down the ladder. His armor gleamed coldly in the sun, reflecting the blue waves of the surrounding sea.
Although the pace is steady, each step reveals an indescribable deterrent force.
When he walked into the cabin, he looked around, looking for something.
The priest soon arrived at the end of the second floor of the cabin. His eyes were focused on the last door. He paused in front of the door for a moment and felt that there was no strong magical fluctuation or trap aura inside. With a slight sound, he turned the door lock and pushed the door open.
The interior of the room is decorated quite simply, yet elegantly.
A single bed, a small table, and a bookshelf filled with books and literature.
There are not many people here, but the room is filled with a special atmosphere, as if it is the intersection of knowledge, power and faith.
I saw a young man sitting on the bed.
His light brown hair fell softly in front of his forehead, partially covering his eyes, but that could not hide his calmness and naturalness.
He held a book of imperial laws in his hands, seemingly searching for answers in it, and every page he turned seemed like more thoughts were piled on top of each other.
He was indifferent to the silver-armored priest who pushed the door open, as if he didn't sense the danger at all, or didn't take it as any danger at all.
"Did Your Excellency send me here?"
The Silver Armored Priest stared at the young man and asked.
The other person had an extraordinary temperament, but he did not sense the aura of a strong person from him.
He will not let go of any weakling who dares to play tricks on him.
And if it is a truly strong person, he will also ask for advice.
Proving strength and weakness is an indispensable step in practicing their teachings.
“…”
The brown-haired young man closed the codex in his hand and slowly raised his head.
Although he did not say a word, the air seemed to be frozen because of him. His silence was not powerlessness or non-participation, but a self-evident power that made those present feel his inner determination and confidence.
There was no obvious anger or displeasure in those emerald green eyes. Instead, there was an unfathomable, superior majesty. For some reason, the Silver Armored Priest couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Finally, after a while.
"Which unit are you from? Who is your leader?"
Lanqi asked in a calm tone.
He also has to go back to teach the Viscount's young lady her lessons.
How come a lower-level department came to cause trouble halfway?
(End of this chapter)