In the warm study of the castle occupied by the Prophet's Society, a young nobleman who did not look very old was sitting.
Whether it's appearance or etiquette, every detail is impeccable.
However, he had been sitting respectfully on the stool without leaning his back against the back of the chair, which made him look a little nervous.
And that was indeed the case, he was very nervous.
Jia Silin waited anxiously, twiddling her fingers a little uneasily.
Although he tried hard to remain calm on the surface, his breathing was still a little rapid.
The people of the Prophets have completely occupied the noble city.
The army that the nobles were proud of was as fragile as a paper doll in front of the opponent, vulnerable to a single blow.
In less than three days, the other party completely captured this city with a long history and legend.
And just when the nobles thought that everything was coming to an end and began to despair, the Prophets did not take any of the wealth in the city.
But the Prophet will send people to station in every corner of the city, restricting access inside and outside the city.
That's all.
It doesn't look like much, but in fact it's a complete occupation!
A conspiracy.
The other party left the choice to the nobles themselves.
Whether it's life or death, it's up to them to choose.
Although the Prophetic Society has not yet launched purges and annihilations, it does not mean that it will not in the future.
There are limits to kindness and patience, and the behavior of the nobles waiting for a price is undoubtedly pushing everyone to the edge of danger.
Although the reputation of the Prophet Society is indeed very good, along the way, they did not gain respect from others by just talking.
Their fighting power is very powerful!
However, the behavior of the great nobles who have not sworn allegiance but only acknowledged each other's status is actually an overestimating provocation.
The great nobles are actually not fools. Don’t they know this?
They know, very clearly.
But the arrogance of the so-called nobles blinded them, and their long-standing pampering made them unable to accept lowering their noble heads to the common people.
The great nobles regarded the benevolence of the Prophet Society as a sign of awe and fear for the long-standing institution of the nobility, and actually thought that they could still retain everything in the present in the future.
ridiculous.
It’s really ridiculous!
Every time she thought of the faces of those great nobles, Jia Silin wanted to laugh out loud.
A bunch of drunkards!
And unlike those big nobles who couldn't see the situation clearly and were still imagining that they could maintain their original status, Jia Silin and other small and medium-sized nobles who were not inferior in strength were actually very clear about the situation at this time.
So, Jia Silin came down alone and privately.
The small and medium-sized nobles decided not to listen to the manipulation of the big nobles and expressed their sincerity to the Prophet in private.
This is an adventure.
Not only because he knew very well what his arrival meant to their little nobles.
It's because he's about to meet a living legend.
Goo.
Swallowing the saliva in her mouth, Jia Silin held her palm hard, and her joints turned white from the force.
"The prophet..."
prophet.
This is a mysterious figure that is taboo in many countries and churches.
He created countless miracles and led thousands of people forward in the darkness.
For the devastated lowest common people, this is almost a legendary figure equivalent to a god.
Although Jia Silin's family is not big, it is definitely not small either. They are not the kind of small nobles who expect the savior to come and save them.
And compared with the bad nobles in the fish and meat town, although Jia Silin's family is not very clean, it does not overly oppress the people in its territory.
After all, population is wealth, and all sensible nobles would be ashamed of actions that would reduce their wealth.
Logically speaking, Jia Silin shouldn't be nervous, but facing the upcoming meeting, his heart was beating faster and faster.
Prophet, what would it be like?
Huihe is a kind and kind old man in legend?
Or is he the strong man who kills without blinking an eye as described by the nobles and the church?
Or……
Dong Dong.
!!!
The knocking on the door coincided with the beating of his heart, making Jia Silin forget to breathe for a moment.
"I'm coming in."
Bang.
"Please! Please come in!"
Ignoring the aristocratic etiquette, she stood up in a panic. When the nervous Jia Silin raised her legs, she knocked the stool lightly and turned around immediately.
"!"
Instead of seeing the old man and strong man as she imagined, Jia Silin saw a young man who was a little too young and walked in with a smile, holding a cane entangled with bloody thorns.
Seemingly noticing Jia Silin's confused gaze, the young man smiled and nodded.
"Don't be nervous, sit down."
"...Yes, thank you."
Sitting down in a daze, Jia Silin now figured out who the young man in front of her was even though she was confused.
Is he a prophet?
There was some doubt...but it quickly dissipated, leaving only a little bit of uneasiness in my heart.
In a world where magic and gods exist, appearance does not mean anything. The appearance of immortal species is often in great contrast with their strength.
What really puzzled Jia Silin was why the man in front of her looked like an ordinary mortal.
Jia Silin has also seen many priests and extraordinary creatures, and they all have obvious magic fluctuations on their bodies.
The prophet in front of him really didn't have any magic fluctuations on his body, not even a trace.
This is weird!
Jia Silin couldn't believe that the leader who could do all this was really just a mortal.
Moreover, the prophet has been famous for at least ten years. Could it be that before that, he was just a half-year-old child?
Jia Silin expressed doubts about this.
Ning Feng watched with a faint smile as the details of Jia Silin's expression kept changing. After waiting for a while, he nodded lightly and asked:
"So, Duke Jacelin, why did you come to see me?"
!!!
Suddenly coming back to her senses, Jia Silin straightened her back nervously.
"yes!"
Jia Silin realized that truth and falsehood were not what he wanted to think about and explore now!
Regardless of whether he is real or not, the other person is already sitting here, which represents his identity as a prophet.
"I'm sorry, I was a little shocked. I didn't expect that you would actually agree to this meeting."
"It doesn't matter."
Leaning the cane aside, Ning Feng sat on the stool in the study room, intertwining his fingers and placing them gently on his legs.
"I'm also very interested in your purpose of coming."
Taking a deep breath, Jia Silin adjusted her condition in a very short time, stood up slowly, and saluted the prophet.
"On behalf of the Silver Alliance, I would like to convey our choice to you."