"Can you say this? Through the holy light above, I can clearly feel that our Mr. Li Ke is a person full of love for the world."
The bishop said this with a smile.
"But he is not trustworthy. If he had lived near my home since childhood, then I would be happy to accept him, but he came by chance."
Sean's eyes kept moving, as if he was thinking about something.
"When Tenaris was intimidating the nobles, such a guy who was favored by the Holy Light suddenly appeared. It really made people think twice. My father had illegitimate daughters one by one, and a well-trained spy could bribe them.
Such a guy is really a bit whimsical. If the people behind him can give more, then why can't he be Tenaris' lackey?"
Sean's expression turned gloomy.
"Can you say this to Your Majesty the King? The existence of orcs is necessary, because only with the existence of these beasts can we ensure the authority of Lordaeron and weaken other countries."
The bishop smiled and handed a cup of tea to Sean.
"But this is just to maintain their rule of Menethil. Aren't we the ones who provide the money and effort?"
Sean sneered.
After Tenaris won the orc war, he did not execute the orcs because there were too many of them.
However, he did not banish the orcs. Everyone agreed with this. If these orcs could invade them once, they would obviously be able to invade them a second time. Letting the tigers return to their mountains was something that no rational person could do.
But unfortunately, Tenaris chose to raise these orcs!
"If the Menethil royal family paid for these orcs, everyone would naturally have no objection, but why should he ask the whole country to pay for it!"
Sean's expression became more and more uncontrollable, and the more he thought about this matter, the more annoyed he became, which made him very confused, because this was just what he said to fool Baron Rivendell.
But now I am really angry.
Something is wrong with this.
However, nothing seems to be wrong.
Sean felt his head hurt when he thought about the money and food he spent on the orc detention center every year.
Why did he lose the tryout?
It's very simple. His opponent's armor is better than his, his weapons are more powerful, he has more magic equipment, and he has twelve swordsman coaches since he was a child.
And what about him?
There are only eight!
Originally, he should have had twelve! But because that damn orc shelter was on his family's property, he lost them!
As soon as I thought of this, that trace of doubt completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of embarrassment.
If I train well! I will never lose!
The image of himself being easily defeated by that bastard in an arena with countless people watching appeared in Sean's mind, and the anger in his heart was unbearable.
Subconsciously, he picked up the tea cup and threw it to the ground.
The exquisite porcelain was shattered on the floor, and the hot tea splashed all over a handsome Holy Light monk on the side. However, the other party was not willing to speak at all. He just squatted on the ground silently, picking up the pieces of the porcelain.
And listening to the sound of breaking porcelain, the bishop felt that his heart was broken.
This is the silver-plated porcelain he finally bought from the elves. It is the finest luxury product, the kind that can be exchanged for a knight's gauntlet.
Okay, now one is missing.
His expression suddenly turned ugly.
"I'm sorry...uncle, I'm a little out of control."
Taking a deep breath, Sean realized what he had done, but he didn't think it was anything. His uncle relied on their father and son for a living, so he didn't need to worry about this little thing.
"It's okay, but you are a little impulsive, Sean. Your father won't like you like this."
The bishop smiled.
"It doesn't matter if he likes it or not. He also likes to lick Tenaris' butt, which I don't like."
Sean sneered and then looked away.
"Speaking of which, where is your nun?"
He came here not only to ask his uncle to help him see if the thing Li Ke gave him was a treasure, or if there was a curse in it.
But the main reason was a nun of the Holy Light who lived in his uncle's house.
She was a girl from a small village who was gifted with the Holy Light. She was very innocent, very cute, and the Holy Light was very warm. Although her fingers were a little rough, her uncle should have nursed her back to the point where she could use it.
"Ah, Sean, you need to be more careful. She is the chosen one of the Holy Light, you can't do this."
The bishop frowned and looked very embarrassed.
"Although I told her that her family does need money, but you know, I can't force any Holy Light believer."
In all conscience, he really didn't want Sean to touch that little nun.
Because the benefits to his father are greater.
"Come on, uncle, people like you can use the Holy Light. The Holy Light is obviously a blind guy."
Sean snorted disdainfully.
"So I don't understand why you treat that guy as a treasure. There are so many people who can cultivate the Holy Light, why do you care about such a person."
The bishop's smile could no longer be maintained, and he sighed. Once upon a time, he was also a person who could call the Holy Light from his heart and believe in the Holy Light.
But unfortunately, life taught him a lot.
His holy light is no longer the same as the previous holy light. Although it can still be used, to be honest, it has become somewhat powerless in recent years.
Let alone one step closer.
Just to fool people from such remote areas.
"There are not many practitioners of the Holy Light, Sean, there are just a lot that you can come into contact with, and that Li Ke is different. His Holy Light is very pure, and it is completely different from ours.
Even I can't bear the thought of persecuting the other party when facing the other party."
"Then I should really be glad that I don't believe in the Holy Light. I really praise the Holy Light. Tell me, where did you send her?"
The sarcastic expression on Sean's face became more and more obvious.
"Did you send it to my father?"
The bishop said nothing because his remaining conscience prevented him from knowing how to speak.
"I knew that old immortal..."
Sean cursed. He hated his father more and more, and the anger in his heart became stronger and stronger.
Why.
Why can that old immortal decide what he likes at will?
Jennifer is like this, her plans for the future are like this, and Greet is like this.
Now, a little country nun wants to fight with me?!
Under the influence of evil energy, he became very angry.
