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The people gave way one after another. After Claire walked in, she glanced at Omar, who was standing proudly outside the door, and then at Rona, who looked a little melancholy in the hospital. She probably knew what was going on in her heart.

"Hmph, Lord Viscount came just in time!" Omar didn't flinch when she saw Claire coming, "This woman is a devil, I hope you can burn her to death!"

After hearing this, Claire's eyes turned cold. The doctor I finally invited, you want to burn to death with a single word?

But it was obvious that Omar didn't have the ability to watch words and words, and still said loudly: "If you stay with this kind of demon for a long time, Lord Viscount, you will not be able to enter the kingdom of God after death!"

This method of intimidation works every time. When those nobles were here before, every time they intimidated each other, those nobles could give a lot of gold coins to "atone for their sins".

However, he met Claire. Claire ignored him at all and walked directly into the hospital.

Showing off the spiritual thread, Rona connected together, "Are you okay?" Claire asked in her heart.

He didn't want to have to bring back such a good doctor with such difficulty, but he would be **** off by this idiot.

After feeling the gentle emotions conveyed by Claire, Rona calmed down and shook her head, "I'm fine, I don't know what that person said. Now these people don't come in to see a doctor."

After speaking, he looked up at Claire and hesitated: "Did it affect you because of me? I told you before that I am a half-elf, and they may not accept me as their doctor."

Claire smiled, "People are easy to be incited, they are not bad, it's the person who is bad, it's alright, I can solve the matter soon, as long as you want, you will always be in Nafta City Doctor."

"Yeah." Rona nodded.

"Lord Viscount!" Omar's voice rose several times. Just now, Claire ignored him and went in to find the witch, giving him no face at all!

"Pastor Omar, right." Claire also turned around, with a bright smile on her face.

"Yes, I am the only priest in Nafhu City, the messenger of God!" Omar said proudly.

Claire walked over to him, leaned over and said in a low voice, "Let's talk in another place. It's not convenient for people to talk about things here. I'll give you what you want."

Omar glanced at the surrounding environment, and there were indeed many people around, so he nodded and said, "Okay, where to go?"

"Let's go into the hospital and talk." Claire said.

On the other hand, Omar looked at Rona a little scared, obviously reluctant to go in.

Claire also saw his concerns and said, "Don't worry, I'm here, she doesn't dare to touch you." After speaking, the smile on her face became even brighter.

Hearing that Claire's tone was so good, Omar couldn't help but feel proud, "Well then."

Seeing the other party agree, Claire immediately turned around and said to the people, "There is some misunderstanding here. I'll have a chat with Pastor Omar to solve this misunderstanding."

Then, under the eyes of everyone, he brought Omar into the hospital, walked through the hall and walked straight inside, then turned right and there was a room for storing herbs.

Omar looked around and saw that he had entered deep enough, so he said, "Just this room, let's go in and talk."

"Okay, listen to you."

Omar walked into the room, and as Claire closed the door, the light in the room quickly dimmed.

Omar still said in a arrogant tone: "Lord Viscount, what do you want to say... Ah! Ouch!"

The other party was only halfway through speaking, when Claire kicked his **** directly, Omar let out a scream, and then rolled on the ground several times!

"What about your mother! I've just been putting up with you outside for a long time!" Claire said through gritted teeth.

If there were not so many people surrounding him just now, he wouldn't have said so many polite words to each other in a good voice.

The reason why I told the other party so much to deceive him here is mainly because the Church of Light is too strong. If you kill the other party on the spot, this matter can be big or small, and the small thing is nothing more than an aristocratic anger. Kill a priest and pay a fine.

If you take it out to make a fuss, just put on a big hat of "belief in a cult", and those holy knights can directly come out to destroy them, and their kingdom will probably not stop them. And every one of the knights in the Holy Knights is a big knight, and three or four will be able to flatten the current Nafu City.

Those religious lunatics use this kind of war excuses a lot. The most famous one is that after the king of a kingdom openly satirized the God of Light at a reception, they used this as an excuse to launch a holy war, which directly destroyed the country.

So Claire's principle of getting along with these religions is, I don't care about you, don't bother me. But obviously, this Omar hit the muzzle without a long eye.

After a few laps, Omar stood up reluctantly, and said with rage: "Do you know what you are doing! You are doing something to a messenger of God, and a villain like you will fall Hell is divided by the devil!"

"Hmm!" Omar's mouth was blocked by Claire's gun barrel.

"What nonsense, I'm a magician!"

When Omar heard this, he stopped shouting immediately, but felt that the kick that Claire had just kicked him was reasonable.

Priests and other clergy think that magicians are lunatics, but they actually think that God can be observed and analyzed, so as to summarize certain laws for their own use.

The magician thinks that priests and other clergy are insane, and God is just a powerful magician, and he is willing to sacrifice his life for this kind of thing.

"What do you want!" Omar said stubbornly.

"What do you want to do? You come to my hospital to make trouble and ask me why?" Claire laughed angrily, "I'll give you a chance, go back to the church now, and give me less time to come out later!"

If the other party hadn't come to ask for trouble, Claire wouldn't have contacted these churches even if he was killed.

"Don't even think about it! Missionary is our freedom, and no one can deprive us of our right to preach!" Omar puffed out his chest, "Could it be that you still want to kill me!"

"Don't be in a hurry to reject my proposal. Since you believe in the word of God, I'll play a game with you." Then Claire explained to the other party how to play the Russian turntable.

The bullet nest was thrown away, and Claire put a bullet in it. Omar watched Claire's movements and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

"One in six chance! Don't worry Omar! God will protect you!" Omar encouraged himself.

"Crack!" Claire put another bullet in.

At this moment, Omar had obvious beads of sweat on his forehead, but he was still carrying it.

"One-third chance, Omar insists, you serve God every day, and God will bless you!"

"Crack!" The third bullet was also inserted.

Omar's teeth were already trembling, and his psychological defense line was constantly collapsing. "It's only a half chance! A coin toss is also a half chance. It's just a small problem."

"Crack!" No fourth bullet was put in.

Omar finally couldn't bear it any longer, and roared in fear: "What do you want! Do you know how sinful it is to kill a cleric! The Pope will send a knight to the city of Nafo, even if you are a viscount He will also be hanged at the gate of the city!"

"What about killing a cleric? It was obviously my kindness to talk to you, but you attacked me and wanted to kill me, and I killed it. This is just self-defense." Claire's smile grew brighter.

The Church of Light is not strong enough to allow the pastor to kill at will, which is why he brought Omar here. There are only the two of them in this room, and what happened is not based on his mouth.

"No one will believe you!"

"It's okay, after I kill you, I will stab myself in the chest, and then put the dagger in your hand, the people outside will only see you holding a murder weapon in your hand, you know, only if you survive Only people can speak."

"Then wait for the next priest to come over. Maybe someone will lay flowers on your tomb. I hope he is different from you and can be more obedient..."

Pastor Omar finally panicked, UU reading www.uukanshu.com If Claire killed him in public, so many people would see it and leave some clues. Now there is no one around, and no one can help him prove it. He is the victim.

Why are you so stupid, come with him to this place where no one else is!

"Crack!" The fifth bullet was loaded.

Omar simply broke the jar and smashed it, looking like a heroic sacrifice, he closed his eyes and said loudly: "Even if there is only a one-sixth chance, I still believe that the Lord will protect me! The Lord is omnipotent!"

"Crack!" The sound of another bullet being loaded into the cylinder sounded.

Omar opened his eyes in panic and looked at Claire with a deceived look on his face. Didn't you just agree to play the Russian turntable? Why are all six bullets loaded!

Just now, there was still a one-sixth chance of surviving, but now I don't give myself any chance of surviving at all.

Claire showed the loaded cartridge and explained, "Since you are the messenger of God, let's not bet on the boring ones. Let's play something exciting and bet that it gets stuck."

Saying that, Claire threw the bullet box back and put the muzzle of the gun on Omar's forehead, who was trembling with fear.

Omar shouted in his heart: "I will definitely die! This **** never wanted to let me go, he just wanted me to die!"

"Don't thank me, I'll still be happy to send you to the kingdom of God." Claire showed a nuclear smile and put her finger on the trigger.

"Wait!" Omar suddenly called out, obviously he had figured out something at the juncture of life and death.

"The Lord also said: wise people are often good at listening to other people's opinions. I think the proposal you just made, Viscount, is quite good."

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