Chapter 443 - As Vigilant and Smart as Him (1/2)
The white-haired Conan Doyle wore rumpled clothes, blood on his lips. He looked at Roland hopefully but dared not say a word.
Behind Conan Doyle was his wife, his two sons, his two daughter-in-laws, and his two grandchildren.
The older of his grandchildren was only ten, and the younger one was around seven.
They were all panicked. But awed by the Church of Storm, they dared not move at all with their hands tied up.
Roland gazed at them for a while and then turned back to the leading male cleric. He asked gently, “Were they involved in the incident in Sisilia too?”
The middle-aged cleric eyed Roland up and down warily, but he did not give in at all. “Who are you? This is the Church of Storm’s business. Get out of the way if you’re not from a significant background.”
Roland smiled at the man’s arrogance. “I don’t have any background, but I’m in charge of this city for now.”
Cage nodded in satisfaction. He liked Roland’s att.i.tude which was neither c.o.c.ky nor humble. He felt that his niece’s man should be exactly like that.
“Are you the mayor?” The middle-aged man was rather hesitant.
“No.”
The middle-aged hummed in response. He knew who Roland was now.
He had done some investigation before he came to Delpon. He was aware that someone in Delpon controlled the mayor’s house and hence indirectly controlled the city.
It was just that he forgot the person’s name a moment earlier.
“I understand your capabilities now.” The middle-aged cleric nodded. “Out of respect for you, I can explain to you why we’re taking them away. They are the Defiers who are deeply a.s.sociated with the sinners in Sisilia. By the order of the G.o.ds, we will take them away and convict them. Do you understand now?”
Turning to Conan Doyle, Roland asked, “Did you really take part in the incident in Sisilia?”
“No, not at all!” Conan Doyle was smart enough to recognize that Roland was on his side. He seized the opportunity and roared, “Mr. Roland, I didn’t! I really didn’t! The person he referred to is my brother whom I only had correspondence with occasionally. My family hasn’t left Delpon in a year… Ah!”
Half way through his speech, Conan Doyle was. .h.i.t in his abdomen by a young cleric behind him.
After a scream, he fell on his knees and vomited nonstop.
Roland raised his eyebrow. “Why didn’t you let him finish?”
The middle-aged cleric turned back and dropped a hint at the young cleric who just hit Conan Doyle. Then, he turned back and said, “We can’t let him spout nonsense.”
“But I want to hear it.”
Roland’s smile was even bigger.
Seeing Roland’s att.i.tude, the middle-aged cleric knew that things were getting tricky. He became solemn. “Do you really plan to go against the Church of Storm, sir?”
“You’re stirring trouble in my territory,” Roland said calmly, “but you imply that I’m asking for trouble? Is everybody in the Church of Storm as unreasonable and arrogant as you?”
The young cleric’s face changed when he heard that. He stepped forward, trying to punch Roland in rage.
But the middle-aged cleric stopped his subordinate. He gazed at Roland with more shock and suspicion. In the end, he said, “You’re too proud to be a n.o.ble. All the n.o.bles are respectful when they meet us. There is only one type of person in this world who don’t fear the G.o.ds. Are you a Golden Son?”
“It seems that you didn’t investigate this city well before you came,” Roland said with a smile. “You’re right. I’m indeed a Golden Son…”
Then, Roland’s expression changed slightly, and his eyes became sharper.
After he said that, not just the middle-aged, but the young cleric who wanted to punch him earlier fell silent too.
They seemed to be in a dilemma. They wanted to be tough, but they didn’t want to be too tough.
It had been two years since the Golden Sons emerged. A lot had happened during the two years.
This group of psychos who never slept at night but ran about everywhere, even poking gutters in the hope of finding treasure, had fully revealed their reputation and personalities to the world.
Most Golden Sons were nosy and would meddle with everything they found unfair.
When drunkards were fighting, they would try to stop the drunkards, but if they were attacked, they would beat up both drunkards.
When a man abused his wife, the feminists among the Golden Sons would beat up the husband and walk away.
They would also help the seniors cross the street, and amuse crying kids by picking fruits for them.
Since they were interested in such trivial matters, they certainly wouldn’t ignore matters of great significance.
Those Golden Sons would punish anyone as long as they did bad things no matter who they were.
From n.o.bles from the royal family to the tattooed peddlers on the street, n.o.body scared them.
There were several Golden Son Priests in the Church of Storm too. One day, a Golden Son found that a cardinal archbishop coerced a female cleric into sleeping with him. He exposed the scandal, only to be killed by the cardinal archbishop.
After his resurrection, the Golden Son launched suicide attacks on the cardinal archbishop several times, to no avail.
But for some reason, some Golden Sons from other cities learned the news and teamed up with him. The five of them beat the cardinal archbishop to death.