Xia Zuo did not look at these drawings without permission.

He handed them to Mol, who took them in both hands and read them carefully. His eyes suddenly lit up and he sighed sincerely:

"Such a genius design... As expected, Your Majesty."

She did not avoid Xia Zuo, but perhaps out of some subtle jealousy and comparison, she kept the contents of the drawings strictly blocked.

Xia Zuo: “…”

The expression on his face became a little complicated.

...Christine's followers are really scary.

However, it reminded him inexplicably of... Ursula from before.

Once she reaches the required strength, she will emerge from the deep sea. I don’t know when I can see her again.

The brown-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly.

Mol was extremely sensitive to emotions, and almost instantly noticed that something was wrong with Xia Zuo's mood. He blinked and said:

"Mr. Freeman, I'm not on guard against you. If you want to see His Majesty's hand-drawn drawings, I'd be happy to lend them to you."

——But if there are minor flaws, that’s another story.

Xia Zuo was a little amused and helpless. The other party seemed to have misunderstood his recent low mood as a strange mentality that only Christine's followers would have.

But with this interruption, the bad mood disappeared. Xia Zuo took a deep breath and asked:

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Mol nodded modestly and handed him the blueprint. "Your Majesty means that the majority of people in the church are ordinary people. They must learn to defend themselves and cannot always beg for help from others. I think most people are willing to control their own power."

Xia Zuo asked curiously, "Power? Christine has a way to help ordinary people gain talents?"

"Talent is the power that leaks out when the gods fall asleep. It is something that should not exist. It is the plunder of the power of gods by humans. That is why human talent is declining day by day."

After Moore finished speaking in a very cold tone, his tone softened again: "But - the weapons are different, Mr. Freeman."

Xia Zuo paused.

Moore continued, "Our technological development is not smooth, and most of it is still in the hands of the Federation. But we want ordinary people without any talent to be able to take up arms one day to protect themselves and their families."

Xia Zuo just remained silent without saying a word, his brown hair covering his bright golden eyes.

He tightened his grip on the paper slightly.

——A long time ago, Cesar told him the same thing.

The black-haired boy told him in a calm tone that if he was given some time, he could make it possible for an ordinary person to completely kill a gift holder.

He will create a killing weapon that ordinary people can use.

Why is Christine's statement so different from Caesar's?

Do they...know each other?

"Mr. Freeman? Mr. Freeman?"

One sentence after another pulled him out of the deep sea of ​​​​thoughts. The blonde girl who tried to wake Xia Zuo up frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Xia Zuo slowed down and was about to answer "I'm fine" when he heard the girl with spread white wings say coldly:

"Please be careful not to damage the blueprint Your Majesty gave me."

The emphasis is added on "Your Majesty, leave it to me."

Xia Zuo, whose importance was totally inferior to a few blueprints: "..."

However, there were wolves surrounding the church, so now was not the time to let personal emotions control him.

Xia Zuo quickly cleared his mind and seriously thought about the plan on the paper. When he saw those weapons that were more lethal and sophisticated than ordinary guns, he took a breath and nodded to Mol:

"If you need me, I'll be there for you."

What he didn't notice was that he had unknowingly begun to regard the church's affairs as his own.

In his subconscious, he has already regarded himself as a member of the church.

Hearing this, the blonde girl smiled and said, "Thank you for your help. On behalf of the believers of the church, I offer you my most sincere blessings."

…

Three months later.

In the Hidden Wing District Executive Office, the only area adjacent to the wasteland, the newly appointed district chief is nervously formulating a life-saving plan for the future.

The only reason he was able to take office was probably because the previous incumbent died.

The director of the executive department and the regional director cannot usually be the same person, but the marginal area - the marginal area close to Eastwood, naturally cannot be treated in the usual way. Moreover, the chiefs who hold multiple positions are often not arbitrary, but die faster.

The current Director of the Executive Office was frantically thinking about how to survive, while in his heart he was cursing some of his colleagues who had brought him here and who wished he would die.

After cursing for a while, he began to look through the archives of previous years and study them carefully.

——The Hidden Wing District was not always particularly dangerous and chaotic. This period of unrest was often related to the abnormal movements in the neighboring wasteland. After all, that was where the real talented criminals gathered and the base camp of the ruthless and wolf-destroying ones.

In comparison, the Hidden Wing Area can only be regarded as a temporary resting place that they will consider when they are desperate.

The wasteland area and the hidden wing area are at the same level, and the control over the flow of people is not as strict as that from the lower level to the higher level, but it is difficult for ordinary people to have the money and energy to complete the migration. Those who can travel frequently between the two areas are either rich people or people with talents.

This means that once something happens in the wilderness, the people who come are basically dangerous elements.

The Director of the Executive Agency nervously flipped through the recent intelligence on the deserted areas.

Thanks to the fact that there are no staff members of the Executive Office who can survive in the deserted area, this intelligence page is not long and can be read through quickly.

The director paused.

church?

What is this??

The man's eyes widened in surprise and he quickly flipped to the back page, where he saw more detailed information as expected.

——The biggest force in the desert area right now is not some vicious team of gifted criminals, but a church where most of the believers are ordinary people.

The central temple of the church is located in the southeastern part of the wasteland near the Hidden Wings Zone. It is said that it was built by the gods themselves overnight.

On the surface, the messenger who handled various matters was named Mol, headed by the "His Majesty" as she called him. His Majesty only appeared more frequently in the early days, and after the church got on the right track, he did not often appear in front of the believers.

But even so, there are countless ordinary people who only learned of the existence of the church later and believe in him.

The harmonious and friendly believers, the weapons they had never seen before, and the comfortable and warm life were all things they could never experience in the past.

And ordinary people killing gift holders - what a powerful **!

Almost every believer who has passed various tests and is confirmed to have sincere faith in His Majesty and is restricted by the church through various means from harming innocent people can receive a new weapon provided by the church.

And all of this was brought by His Majesty.

Whether it is the mining of ore, the interview of machines that have never been seen before, or the means to quickly build a fortress.

——It’s like a miracle.

The man breathed a sigh of relief - since this was the current situation in the wasteland, his inauguration ceremony would be much safer tomorrow.

He had simplified the ceremony to a minimum, but with someone from the Federation watching the ceremony, it was not a good idea to cut too much into the process. The man suspected that the previous leader had died because of their outdated dogmatic ideas.

The most important thing now is to keep my family members hidden a little more.

However, as soon as he turned around, he froze in place.

"dad!"

A little girl whose eyes and eyebrows looked very similar to his cried and called out to him: "Mommy, mommy fainted, there is so much blood... wuwuwuwu..."

The man's eyelids twitched violently and his mind went blank.

A very bad guess formed in his mind.

But he didn't dare to act rashly. He tried his best to calm himself temporarily, looked at his little daughter to comfort her, and then stiffly shifted his gaze to the brown-haired boy behind her who had his hand on the little girl's shoulder, only a few centimeters away from her neck.

The brown-haired boy seemed to have not had his hair cut for a long time. His hair was long and hung below his shoulders. There was no emotion in his golden eyes. He was only a little gentle when he touched the little girl. He seemed to be easy to talk to.

But the man did not forget where this place was. He did not dare to judge people by appearance. It was not until he saw the white and gold-colored pendant on the side of the brown-haired boy that he tentatively asked, "...Are you from the church?"

The brown-haired boy shook his head decisively: "I'm not."

“But you worked for the church for nearly four months without receiving any compensation.”

There was a sound of flapping wings outside the window. The Director of the Executive Office turned around and saw a blonde girl dressed like an angel in a fairy tale appear in front of the window and gracefully folding her wings.

Noticing his gaze, she nodded and said, "Director, relax. We have no ill will towards you. Although there is blood on Freeman's body, it is from the enemy - our common enemy."

"Mo'er, can we explain it more clearly..." Xia Zuo hung up under Mo'er's gaze, turned back to look at the director, and explained: "She is Mo'er from the church. You should have heard of her. The purpose of our coming here is just to protect your family, that's all."

Xia Zuo withdrew his hand, and the little girl he rescued rushed towards the director crying.

But she still remembered her savior, sobbing, "It was my elder sister and elder brother who saved me and my mother! My elder sister came over right away!"

Mol: “…”

Moore didn't look at the child, but faced the director of the Executive Office and said coldly: "Your wife is also under our protection, and she is injured. I think you know what you should do next. You are a smart man."

Xia Zuo glanced at her.

I heard that four months ago, she was a disabled person who seemed indifferent and relieved, but four months later, she was able to fight for what she wanted to protect.

Everyone has something they want to protect, and so does he.

He slowed his voice. "Maybe you don't know anything, but I want to say that the people who attacked your family were the people in the picket tower. Maybe someone gave you something when you came here?"

With the comfort of the top light-biased talent holder, the man's emotions stabilized a little. Hearing this, hesitantly said, "Give me something...? I really don't know. I always thought that I came here to take office because of my political enemies!"

"It is indeed possible." Mo Er said, "Since I can get rid of you and complete the mission, why not do it?"

"Wait," Xia Zuo interrupted her, his eyes suddenly sharp, "someone else is coming."

"Then kill them."

Mol spread his wings and drew the sword hanging at his waist.

The blonde messenger of God has always been murderous enough in dealing with such things, but when she turned her head and saw Xia Zuo, she discovered what kind of deep hatred was hidden when he lowered his eyes.

You know, for this person with an extremely pure and bright inclination, let alone hatred, even any sharp negative emotions rarely appear.

Mol paused slightly.

…It seems that Freeman and the Picket Tower have some deep hatred involving human lives.

No wonder he was so active when he heard that she needed a thug to go to the Hidden Wing District to investigate the matter related to the picket tower.

After all, everyone can live a good life, but not enemies.

There were four black-robed men in the patrol tower who found the Executive Office. All of them were B-level talent holders. Xia Zuo alone could wipe them all out before they could react.

Mol wasn't worried about him at all.

After working together for four months, she was well aware of the fighting ability of this brown-haired boy.

"Tell me everything you know," Moore stepped forward and placed the tip of his sword against the neck of the last black-robed man who had lost his ability to fight. "Otherwise, I will break all the bones in your body."

The Director of the Executive Office murmured quietly: "...Is this someone from the church?"

Aren’t they all friendly and gentle?

Why do you always kill people and break bones? ?

Xia Zuo's hearing made it easy for him to catch this sentence. He smiled and said, "But it is obvious that before a church member becomes a believer, he was first a desert person."

His eyes fell on the interrogating figure of More.

"I know someone who's great at this."

Mol: "Oh, can you introduce me?"

Xia Zuo said: "He is dead."

While Moer was listening to the information revealed by the black-robed man under his command, he turned around and glanced at him:

"My condolences. If you ever want to fight your way through a picket tower, I can ask at the church if anyone wants to go with you."

Xia Zuo smiled and said, "Then I will..."

"The agent of the Crest family... We are here to find Crest--"

"boom!!"

Before Mol could react, the brown-haired boy had already pulled the man out from under her hands, and slammed him against the hard wall with a bang. Without even controlling the strength, he directly smashed a human-shaped dent, and spoke word by word:

"Clayster? Agent?"

The black-robed man was hit so hard that he vomited several mouthfuls of blood and even spat out two pieces of meat. He kept coughing and was unable to answer Xia Zuo's questions. His face was twisted in pain.

"Xia Zuo Freeman." Moore said coldly: "Your Majesty asked me to pay attention to your emotions after coming here. I don't want to disappoint Your Majesty."

The brown-haired boy took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry."

Then, he loosened his grip slightly, nodded to Mol, picked up the man, and flipped him out of the window.

Moore didn't stop him.

Since His Majesty said to pay attention to the other party's emotions, it means that this is something His Majesty had expected a long time ago. She just needs to complete her work.

As for Shazo Freiman, he will be back.

The blonde girl spread her wings again and looked at the man who was trembling with fear beside her.

"Perhaps you would like to see your wife, Mr. Director."

…

…

Xia Zuo showed no pity for the man in black robe in his hand.

He was running fast in the Hidden Wing Area.

Several months of experience in the wilderness had greatly improved his overall quality. At least he was able to quickly find a suitable location, allowing him to continue the interrogation that he had been unable to complete due to the presence of the director of the Executive Agency and his daughter.

The man in black robe was thrown to the ground mercilessly. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of beast-like golden eyes.

He had seen this pair of golden eyes before during the wanted notices inside the patrol tower. For a long time, this was the nightmare of the patrol tower members who were responsible for hunting down wanted persons.

It is hard to imagine that a holy priest of a god would have such ferocious eyes.

"Agent of the Crest Family, huh?" Xia Zuo grabbed his hair and said, "You have once again set your sights on the Crest Family...ha."

Picket tower, Kleist, these two nouns put together are just like dancing on the Chazore Point, giving him the middle finger and saying "come here".

The brown-haired boy said slowly:

"He's here, right? The Hidden Wing District, or... the Wasteland District."

Xia Zuo directly tore open his wound, plucked his pain nerves from a piece of flesh and blood, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Speak!!"

"…He is here!! He has been here for months! We, our prophet sensed his presence…!!"

The man took a deep breath, as if that would relieve the severe pain, but the words he spoke even contained a hint of subtle sarcasm:

“…It’s like finding yourself back in the old days.”

Obviously, as the one with the highest status among the several black-robed men picked out by Mol, he had already seen through Xia Zuo's identity, that is, the High Priest Freeman who had been wanted by their internal forces for a long time.

"Since you knew he was here a few months ago, why did he show up only recently?" The brown-haired boy ignored the malice in his words and asked directly: "This is not like your style. What did you do?"

"Do you think we don't want to?" He didn't have much time to live anyway, so the man in black robe said, "This is no secret in the patrol tower... The agents of the Crest family who appeared in the prophet's dream were actually two people...! And one of them died a long time ago!"

This is so weird that even the prophet thought his ability was disturbed and something went wrong. After all, they couldn't find an agent for more than ten years. The Crest family must have used some secret method. Maybe they have changed to another method to confuse them.

Not to mention that the remaining agent candidate is still in the wilderness. You know, in a place like that, whether it is the patrol tower or the federation, the control power is pitifully weak.

In a sense, that place was Eastwood's territory, and Eastwood Prison for the Insane happened to be Crest's family business.

With so many factors at play and all kinds of hesitation, they could no longer sit still when they saw the unusual movements in the wilderness and the Federation taking action.

After saying these words, the man in black robe suddenly noticed that the brown-haired boy was abnormally silent.

This silence created an extremely terrifying pressure, like a storm about to hit you.

"Two agents of the Crest family... one is dead."

The brown-haired boy murmured, "Christine... Kleist."

"——Christine Kleist."