Duke of Grief

The temple was already blocked, and when the nobles realized that something was wrong, they ordered their men to block the temple of wealth.

Apart from the agricultural church, there are no other temples or churches in Corton, because apart from the agricultural goddess, no other gods and goddess of wealth have a particularly good relationship. Even the world thinks that she has a good relationship with the noble goddess. , But there are no churches in the Church of the Noble Goddess in Corton.

As a holy city of gods, generally only the same **** department is allowed to build temples, but the goddess of wealth has not joined any **** department, and the relationship between the gods is not too friendly, but it is not It's too bad.

Except for the goddess of agriculture and other kind gods, ‘Goddess’ is better, there are churches in almost every holy city of gods, and no other **** has such honor.

But even the priest of the goddess of agriculture is now blocked from the temple of wealth, and the people who stop them are just the priests of the wealth church and the private soldiers of those nobles.

Even they didn't know what was going on inside, they didn't know that the atmosphere in the temple had become dignified.

After venting the fear in his heart with a roar, Earl Gordon regained his senses a little bit. He was talking to the goddess of wealth, but unintentionally, he remembered what the Pope had said to that person. Salutation-'Duke of Sorrowful Wind'!

There is no such thing as "Duke of Sorrowful Wind" on the mainland of Mendes. The only thing that may be closer is "Duke of Sorrowful Wind", but that is a black dragon...

Earl Gordon's body stiffened and noticed the golden eyes of the ‘human’ and the fangs and teeth of the carnivorous beast that smiled.

He had heard the name of the sad wind leader, and also remembered that the lord of that territory was a black dragon, but because of the unimpressive reason, the man just now...No, the dragon mentioned the sad wind leader. At the time, he didn't realize it.

That is to say, the one standing opposite them now is not a ‘person’ but a dragon? A black dragon?

"No one is allowed to move, no one is allowed to move!"

Cervantes had a greasy smile on his face, pointing at everyone with his free hand, "No talking, now is the kidnapping time, I am the kidnapper, understand... Oh no, no talking!"

The goddess of wealth was carried on the shoulder by the black dragon. She gritted her teeth and said, "Cervantes, what are you doing?!"

"Snapped!"

"It's all said, you are the hostage, don't talk!" After giving the hostage on the shoulder a slap, Black Dragon said dissatisfied.

Seeing that the black dragon's hand clapped on the hip of the goddess of his faith, the old pope clenched his teeth, clutching the cane and the scriptures in both hands, so that he shot the black dragon without anger.

"Profanity... Grand Duke Fengfeng, do you know what you are doing?!"

The old pope tried his best to restrain his anger, but even so, his voice was still shaking.

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p; The Goddess of Wealth blushed, but Mole's nobles fell into shock.

Does he know what he did just now? Blasphemy... That's blasphemy!

The aristocrats who witnessed this scene all had their hairs upright, cold sweats and dry mouths.

After they confirmed what they saw, even Earl Gordon, who had been calculating, couldn't help being afraid.

Unlike what he did before, this is undoubtedly a blasphemous trip. How dare the black dragon do that? !

"I am kidnapping!"

Cervantes laughed: "Isn't there always a ‘dragon abducted the princess’ in the story? I am a ‘dragon abducted the goddess’, isn’t it more powerful?”

Cervantes had already felt that he knew that the old pope didn’t want the goddess of wealth to stay here. He also saw the look the old pope gave him. There was no doubt that he wanted to take away wealth now. Goddess eyes!

Regardless of whether the old pope really meant this, Heilong believed his judgment anyway.

With a malicious gaze hovering in front of everyone, those who had been scanned by Cervantes' eyes felt a chill. This kind of maliciousness that had almost turned into a substance made them chill.

Speaking of ‘kidnapping’, Cervantes remembered that these people were rich and expensive. If he really kidnapped one while ‘fake kidnapping’, he would really make a profit!

Although he had determined the direction of the breakthrough from the beginning, in order to make the acting more real, the Black Dragon couldn't help but glanced at it again.

Gee, this is really tempting dragon!

boom!

"what!!!"

What ‘everyone’ didn’t think was that originally they thought ‘just talking,’ and thought ‘it’s just a joke’—

Cervantes really ran away carrying the goddess of wealth!

Just a blink of an eye, the black dragon's figure had disappeared in front of them, followed by the screams from around him, because the nobles such as Earl Gordon stood at Cervantes Choose the way to break through.

After being pushed "by the hand" by Cervantes, Earl Gordon's body flew out and hit the wall of the chapel heavily. If it was not because he carried a lot of magic jewelry, he might have died Too.

But now, he is not dead, ‘just’ is a hemiplegia!

After seeing this scene, the old pope snorted softly. It was a pity that he didn't expect to die.

The people who were standing outside the gate of the temple watched the door suddenly open, and a black shadow emerged from it, jumped into the air, and became a huge black dragon.

"Roar!"

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The Black Dragon let out a deafening roar of excitement, and flew into the sky when no one had responded.

Hearing such a high-decibel roar from close range, people’s ears are not good. When they came back to God, the black dragon had disappeared, and the nobles and priests who had originally gathered in the temple of wealth also ran Came out.

"Oh, a bunch of idiots!" Serrano, who was supervised by the old pope, mocked these nobles.

"The Grand Duke of Sorrows-Cervantes!!"

Earl Gordon was carried out of the temple by his guards, looking at the clear blue sky, and chanting the name of the black dragon in a feeble manner.

Although he was very weak, the hatred in his speech remained the same.

He hated the unreasonable black dragon, which made him lose face and seriously wound him. After he said that, how could the priesthood of the Fortune Church treat him? But ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Apart from the Church of Wealth in Corton, the clergy of the agricultural church has no ability to treat him. If he wants to heal, he has to go to the nearest city!

"Compensation! You have to compensate me!"

Earl Gordon raised his hand and hooked the clothes of a large nobleman who was about to leave. He said with a fierce face: "Anyway, my face has been lost. If you don't give me compensation, everything you did, I will announce it all! Remember what I said, within three days, remember, you only have three days!"

A bit of anger flashed in the eyes of the great nobleman who had pulled his clothes by the corner, and took off the hand of Earl Gordon. He said in a cold voice, "Got it!"

Then he turned and left, and Earl Gordon set his sights on the other nobles, "You--"

"I know, I know."

The great aristocrats waved their hands in a perfunctory manner, but it was not that they did not believe in the words of Earl Gordon. Now the Earl Gordon was irritated by his anger, and everything could be done.

But it's just a little'compensation'. Their family is big and big, and they can afford the money.

"It's really ugly..."

The old pope snorted and turned to command: "Continue to prepare for the relocation of the Holy City."

"Do you want to continue?" the Cardinal standing behind the Pope asked in surprise.

"Look at the performance of these nobles..." The old pope snorted coldly, "Do you think the goddess is still suitable to stay here?"

The cardinal was silent.

All this was made by this group of nobles. If they had not planned to expel or even imprison their goddess at the beginning, then nothing would happen!

He sighed: "Yes, under the pope's crown, I understand."

At this point in the cardinal's eyes, only "decision" is left!