Duke of Grief

"Your Majesty Wade, please be careful!"

The Cardinal who stepped out just now moved his feet and stood in front of the Goddess of Wealth, with a dangerous glimmer in his eyes, "My Lord’s will is not something that our mortals can control. It’s up to my Lord’s will The intention has been decided, and no matter what you say now, it is impossible to persuade my lord. So, Your Majesty, please be careful!"

"Atlan, when were you so rusty between you and me?" Wade shook his head sadly. "I used to remember that you were stubborn and protected me. The assassination made you and I have a deep connection. I haven’t forgotten your friendship, how can you forget it? Moreover, I don’t want to influence the will of the goddess, I am just persuading, you don’t have to be so aggressive, and I will not do anything to the goddess ."

Bishop Atlan looked at Wade's increasingly disgusting fat face and looked at his pretentious appearance, and began to regret that he had saved him. If he hadn't saved him then, there might not be now. This kind of thing happened.

"My Lord's intention is decided, I hope you can be self-respecting, Your Majesty Wade!" Bishop Atlan put a cruel word on the face that disgusted him.

The faces of the two court ladies accompanying Wade changed, and one of them scolded: "Bold!"

Snapped!

The court official, who was slapped with a slap, touched her cheek in disbelief. His ear heard the curse of His Majesty the King: "How can you talk to Bishop Atlan like this, but they are the cardinals of the goddess, Apologize to others!"??? After the scolding, Wade lowered his head first, "My friend, my discipline is not strict, I hope you and the goddess do not mind, just be mine Wrong, the responsibility is all on me."

After hearing that His Majesty the King apologized for his reckless behavior, the court lady was even more uneasy, and quickly apologized to Bishop Atlanta: "I'm sorry, but Bishop Atlanta, it's all my fault, it's me It's so rude, all because of my fault, my fault..."

The court lady rushed to tears, but Wade did not let her go easily, but frowned and said: "You should also apologize to the goddess."

"I'm sorry, sorry, Lord Goddess is my fault, sorry, it's my fault!"

The body shivered because of fear. The court lady remembered some rumors in the palace. Her legs were trembling straight, and she almost fell to the ground.

The goddess of wealth Xiu frowned slightly, and sighed: "Some offended, don't worry about it."

Bishop Atlan's eyes were fierce, and he stared at Wade with a smirk, and snorted, "I still have a little heart, since you have already apologized, then this matter has passed. Next, Wade Your majesty, it's time to talk about your business!"

"Atlan, my friend, I really came to persuade the goddess!" Wade's eyebrows appeared a little bit wrong, "I am for the people of Moore, for the people of Corton, come Persuaded the goddess not to relocate the holy city. Because we really need the "guide" of the goddess-it was the goddess who brought our ancestors to save the collapsed business and economy of Mendes. Now the new The time has come, we need the guidance of the goddess more."

"...Do you really think so?" The Goddess of Wealth is like Gujing at this moment, and Wade's figure is reflected in his golden eyes. "Wade."

"Of course it is!"

Wade's expression didn't change much, and he accepted it shamelessly. "Hopefully, Lord Goddess, you can continue to "guide" us. We, the Moore Business Federation, really need you!"

There is no sincerity in his eyes, his words are mostly frivolous, and the corners of his mouth are ridiculous-his attitude is disgusting!

Wade speaks as if he is chanting lines. The witty tone is like performing a comical satire of the ancient tyrant. The current "His Majesty Wade" is like a bard in the stage drama who dared to satire the king's atrocities in the public eye. The poet, but he is not playing his lute.

The fat and greasy face oozed disgusting sweat because of the dryness of autumn, and two rows of yellowish teeth appeared in front of everyone because of the fat man's smile.

"Do you want me to stay?" the goddess of wealth asked again with a blank expression.

"of course!"

Wade nodded, not caring about the difference between the words "hope" and "want", "I want you to stay and continue to stay in the Moore Business Federation! But "Holy City" may need it." "Relocation", after all, the gods once promised mortals the oath of "gods of the spirits, mortals of the mortals", and you have prepared so much, if halfway, then these preparations will be wasted. "

With his eyes open for nonsense, Wade didn't blush at all.

Yesterday, the goddess of wealth announced that she would "relocate" the holy city. Where did you get a lot of preparation?

"presumptuous!"

Bishop Atlan had to publish everything and glared at him, "Wade, did you intend to deceive my lord?!"

"No, no, why am I?" The words seemed panic, but Wade still had a smile in his eyes.

"Adult Goddess is one of the founders of Moore Business Federation. I respect her before it is too late. How can I "intend to deceive" her? Atlan, my friend, don't be so excited, I just want to make the goddess Lord Just staying in Moore, it means nothing else..."

"Really!"

"no other meanings!"

With a glance, he glanced at the priesthood, and it was self-evident to scorn the jokes.

The priests finally understood what was going on, but before they even spoke, ‘two people’ stepped into the temple.

"Yes, everyone has seen the sincere heart of His Majesty Wade for the country and the people. His majesty is only for Moore and for the sake of people, and he came to the temple to "plead" the goddess to stay!"

The two men stepped on the boots and stepped on the red carpet in the chapel. They wore a set of full-body armor, and there was a crystal streamer flowing on the body armor, forming a seamless magic pattern.

The two men were powerful, and when they stepped into the chapel, the guard of the temple guarding the door suddenly felt his breath stagnate, and suddenly there was an inexplicable fear in their hearts, leaving their bodies stagnant, Can't move for half a minute.

Squeak~ Bang!

The gate of the shrine was closed by the king, and then they stood behind the door, watching the two men walk behind ‘His Majesty’.

One was silent, and the other said fervently, "Did you not be touched by this scene? Your majesty Wade is so hard working for the country and the people, aren't you touched at all?"

"Serrano! Figoro!"

Bishop Atlan squeezed the names of the two people out of the teeth. When he said the names of the two people, everyone present recognized them.

"Mountain" Serrano and "Sword of the Moon Shadow" Figuero--

'legend'!

It was ‘Figoro’ who said the disgusting words, and ‘Serrano’, the ‘legend’ of the Moore Business Federation!

Bishop Atlan gritted his teeth, and he had already recognized the equipment worn by the two legends-that is, "arms of God"...

"Wade, what are you doing?"

At this time, the goddess of wealth suddenly spoke, because she knew that if she didn’t, the two legends behind Wade might use the first person who questioned them to ‘kill the chickens and monkeys’.

"Me? I just want you to stay, Lord Goddess!"

Wade shook his head, but now he smiled very sincerely, "I don't mean anything else, just hope that you, the goddess, can stay..."

"Isn't it good to stay in Moore?"

The high toes revealed in Wade's words made the Goddess of Fortune no longer able to sit still. She clenched her fists and suddenly stood up, "Wade--"

Boom!

The door of the temple was suddenly knocked open, and the guard of the king behind him was knocked off by the door panel. The huge force drove them to the sides of the temple. When they fell to the ground, they could no longer stand up, only Lying on the ground, moaning with pain and weakness.

"How many times did I knock on the door just now, how come no one opened the door for me?!"

A tall figure put down his raised feet~www.NovelMTL.com~ nibbling on the apple he was holding in his right hand, stepping into the temple with the sunlight from the door.

"Yo, there are so many people, why doesn't anyone open a door for me? Are all deaf?"

The man wearing a simple and straightforward set but with very nice black clothes walked in while cursing, and he was very unqualified.

"who are you?"

A voice suddenly sounded in the quiet temple, and the man named ‘Serrano’ raised his shield, staring at the man who had just walked in, and asked, “Who are you?”

"Me? This is Cervantes..."

The man who ate the apple grinned and the juice splashed in his mouth—

"Cervantes Doig Wind of Sorrow!"

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