Chapter 489： Savin Terry (2/2)

"The safer the safer the place, the more faithful the place is, the less faithful there is," Amber said in a word that the high-skinned man in front of his face shook a little, and then she did not give the other party a chance to refute, followed by "Introduction Let me know, my subordinates can be curious."

"...Savient," the tall, thin man was silent for a moment, then a little tangled, "low-level priest, manager of the western chapel. These two are my friends Amere Crete and Mann Ronnie."

Amber nodded and explained to the subordinates around him: "This person named Saven Terry is my greeting. I secretly stuffed a small note on him and agreed to let him come."

The officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau in the room were a little surprised, but the people here were all cultivated by Amber. They realized almost instantly that the three priests running out of the church area meant nothing, so no one. Questioning, but quietly watching the development of things.

"To tell the truth, I thought I would only come by you alone," Amber looked at the sergeant named Saven Terry. He had a little bit of play in his tone. "When I heard three footsteps, I almost gave it. You sentenced to death."

Sievert did not pay attention to the looming threat of Amber, but curiously asked: "Why do you contact me?"

This tall and thin middle-aged priest is one of the disciplinary priests who used to wear robes, walk barefoot, and be supervised by the monks in the heresy square. However, the disciplinary officer was not only one of them. Make him feel extra curious.

Amber replied casually: "There was a pastor who was preaching in the South. Luancheng passed by. His name is Wright."

"Wright...the big man?" Savendy briefly groaned, and then he reacted. "Oh, then I understand... It seems that he is there for you. I remember him, since the magic reform. I rarely see a classical pastor like him. How is his recent situation?"

"It's okay, the **** of the light has smashed him, and then he smashed the **** of the light, and now he licks his own light, and is leading the team to teach others the light," Amber shrugged, "about His situation will not be understood for a while, I will only tell you a sentence: Wright said that if there are still the last few people in Luan City holding a conscience, then Savenly must be one of them. You are so Selected."

"Is the conscience known to be the rare quality of the clergy?" Savitri's tone was ridiculously mocked, but his expression quickly returned to normal after ridicule, and he looked at the short half-elves in front of him. And the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau in the room, the expression on the face is very complicated. "You... or the duke behind you, what do you want?"

Amber smiled slightly, euphemistically and politely said: "I want to let the Church of the Light go out."

The skin on Sievert’s face shook again: “You are not afraid that I will go to the cathedral to tell you right away?”

"If you are stupid, don't say it. It will make me doubt Wright's vision. Now, you should not be in a position to see the situation. Will we worry about your report? In addition... you think the Church of the Light is still Can you stand firm in the South?"

Savenley’s face was cloudy and he seemed to want to refute something. However, before he spoke, Amber suddenly took a piece of paper from the table beside him and handed it to the priest: “Look at it.”

Sventuri took the paper curiously. He just thought it was a flyer printed by Cecil, but after seeing the above, his expression solidified.

It was a newspaper, the date was yesterday, and the first edition of the newspaper wrote a line of headlines in a huge font:

"Luan City is wicked, and millions of people in the south are looking forward to the Lord to rebuild the order of the Light."

Under the astonishing headline, the sage tribe saw a dizzying picture: in the vivid black and white portrait, it was the Knights of the Holy See and the church soldiers in Lu’an who dragged the smashed civilians who were beaten. We walked onto the scene of the fire.

This heterosexual trial picture, which was already very common in recent years, is particularly horrible due to the angle of the photographer and the atmosphere of the square background.

"This is a newspaper. I don't know if you have heard of this in the case of being blocked, but I can tell you that this thing is spread throughout the South and is issued twice a week. You think that the flyers that have been scattered into the city these days. How much? In fact... those leaflets are simply the corners of printing these newspapers."

Seventri stunned the newspaper in his hand, and all his persistence and luck were gone.

It turns out that the terrible and overwhelming flyers in Lu’an are just the tip of the iceberg of all the actions of the Cecil.

When I thought about how long these people lurked in Luan City, how many people thought that these people had spread the situation in Luan City through some kind of magical power, the **** official felt chilling.

And all this...is the terrible founding hero, Gao Wensai Sil, planning it?

"Exile the Holy Light... What can you get?"

The devout light of the sacred officer finally spoke up, and his voice stunned and shocked himself.

"You made a mistake. We didn't intend to exile the light from the beginning," Amber immediately corrected the other's statement. "We have to exile, but the church has exiled the church, and the people can get the light."

"Exile the church?" Savenly's heart, which was about to sink into the end, suddenly jumped. He seemed to have grasped the point. "You mean..."

"The new order of the Holy Light... Ha, I really didn't think that I would discuss this kind of thing with a holy light official, but whoever makes this my work, we will establish a new order of the Holy Light, and all this is only needed Your little cooperation."