Whether Prince Isabella was hiding nearby or not, Qin Mo knew that when he swam to shore, a beautiful figure in white was already waiting for him!
Enraged, Heather grabbed Qin Mo by the collar and dragged her away.
Still enjoying the feeling of soaring through the clouds, Qin Mo exclaimed, "Where are we going?"
"Shut up!"
"What should I do with my Book of Light?"
"...Say one more word and I'll strangle you!"
"Well!"
Qin Mo fell silent, thinking to himself, "Why does this sound so familiar?"
In the oldest temple in the Roman Temple, the Temple Elders are having a difficult discussion about several matters.
"Elder Ashif, the cannon trial production is going very poorly; it has been a week with no progress."
"The cannon blueprints are too simplistic, and the accompanying gunpowder formula is very vague. No matter how we mix it, it won't have the legendary power. We must send someone to contact that Great Xia person again and obtain the complete information."
The elder in charge of the artillery trial production angrily threw a stack of reports on the table, which were full of various excuses from the craftsmen.
Elder Ashif, who had been dozing, opened his eyes upon hearing this.
"Bablos, don't worry, it's only been a week. Developing any new weapon is a difficult process. Just give the craftsmen some benefits and let them focus on their research. We still have time!"
"Elder, I believe Heather has not completed her mission and must be given a stern warning. Since she has accepted the mission, she should not be so reserved. The Temple has given her everything she has now, and she must unconditionally obey the decision of the Council of Elders!" Elder Charles, who had a long-standing grudge against Heather, loudly and bluntly accused her of incompetence and irresponsibility.
The female knight Sif, sitting next to Ashif, finally couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up abruptly and said angrily, "Heatherine is a saint of our temple, not a prostitute. You are insulting Heatherine, and you are insulting... yourselves!"
As a woman herself, Sif strongly opposed the suggestion to send Heather to seduce Qin Mo, but was powerless to stop it because of the support of the others.
But now these people are getting more and more explicit and filthy. How can she stand it?
Sif was also a Saint-level expert, and her outburst immediately caused everyone present to frown.
“Sif, Heatherine will soon no longer be a saint!” Ashif finally spoke up, urging the female knight to sit down.
Heather was different from them. She was of commoner birth, with no family to support her, and she disdained building her own power. Her only advantage was the position she held in the hearts of her believers because of her holy identity.
“But now…?” Sif finally felt sorry for Heatherine.
“When she comes back, we must make her understand that since she is no longer a saint, then... there is no need to care so much anymore.”
Charles sat calmly in his chair, looking at Heather's former special seat, and said with a smile.
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