Old Joseph's first words made Roland's pupils shrink to the extreme in an instant.
"...Then, how do you prove this?"
Roland was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke and asked softly in a gentle tone.
"I was cut in half by Kluvien's shield."
Old Joseph replied simply and neatly.
Roland narrowed his eyes slightly.
A faint murderous intention rose in Roland's heart, and silver-grey flames slowly ignited from the bottom of his eyes.
"Thank you very much, Lord Orlando. If you hadn't come to save me, I would have been cut in half and died."
Old Joseph didn't seem to notice Roland's murderous intention, but lay on the ground and replied in a sincere tone.
He did not have the guilty conscience or anger that is typical of betrayers. His eyes were very clear, even much clearer than when he first left the City of Fortune.
Those eyes are more like mirrors than naked eyes. They are the cold beauty unique to inorganic objects.
But compared to those eyes, Roland smelled something abnormal from the thing itself.
The most crucial point is that Joseph Sr. had no reason to kill Kruveen.
In Roland's opinion, there was no conflict of interest between the two of them. Even before today, the two of them had only met once.
And the assassins who come out from the God of Darkness are all greedy for profit without exception.
Specifically, they will never put any effort into a goal that makes no money.
So, why did Joseph Sr. kill Kruveen?
If he had bad intentions when he defected to Roland, how could he get the approval of Mentor Changmian?
It was precisely because Roland felt that the matter might not be simple that he calmed down and questioned old Joseph.
Otherwise, even if Roland doesn't have enough people on hand now, it's impossible to spare his life.
The so-called non-killing is not enough to enforce strict discipline——
"No rush. Don't be too busy thanking me yet."
Roland smiled gently, but his voice gradually turned cold: "I'll give you three minutes to convince me."
At the same time, the icy air suddenly pressed down, bringing a heavy pressure that seemed to be substantial.
Old Joseph immediately showed a look of pain visible to the naked eye.
That's the residual effect of Prayer of Frost.
Although the ability to actively open the cracks leading to the Frost-covered Hell has long since expired, the aura of the Frost-covered Hell will still linger in Roland's soul until Roland uses a new prayer—for example, the Prayer of Despair.
With just one thought, Roland can reactivate the active effect of Frost-covered Prayer.
But in fact, Roland was not just sending out the frost-covered hell wind at this moment just to intimidate old Joseph.
In Roland's vision of divine perception, the scorched earth-like atmosphere of the Hell of Despair is now tightly wrapped around old Joseph's soul like a spider web. His aging soul is being continuously roasted by the hot atmosphere at this moment, every second.
Zhongdu was even weaker than the previous second.
Roland was very sure that with Old Joseph's aging soul, he would not be able to survive even five minutes after starting the Prayer of Despair without absorbing the soul.
Martyrs cannot subjectively terminate their spells before entering the gold level.
Moreover, in Roland's view, Joseph Sr.'s appointment as a martyr was simply a waste. Given his age, he was completely unable to bring out the ultimate power of this profession.
Martyrs are fully worthy of the name of this profession. Before their souls are burned out, they can fully exert their combat effectiveness close to that of the elects of the same level.
They are the most explosive profession in the sect of the Everlasting Mentor, and they are also the mainstream force that kills the false gods in the early stages of the resurgence of the plague. Once formed, they can almost exert the power to destroy the world.
Especially the martyrs in their young adulthood, they are simply like personal bombs.
If Old Joseph completely releases the poisonous fire of the Despair Prayer, even with his already aging soul, he can exert the destructive power of multiple gold-level magical professionals in a short period of time. Not to mention those young and pure ones.
What a terrifying power the soul can exert.
But as a price, the power inherited from generation to generation in their souls will also be burned out along with their souls.
This kind of saint believer, who is as consumable as a consumable, is extremely valuable. If you want to become a martyr, you must have "extreme piety", "madman", "cruel thinking", "execution hand" and "sacrifice".
Five rare characteristics are enough.
If the layout is reasonable, Roland can even use a young martyr who has just entered the gold level to forcibly kill a professional who has been awakened for a long time.
For example, the Passion Tree.
If possible, Roland naturally didn't want old Joseph to die in such a place.
Although Roland's frost-covered prayer will make Old Joseph feel more profound pain than burning his soul, it can actually extinguish the poisonous fire caused by the prayer of despair. Intuitively, it is the gray liquid on Old Joseph's shoulders.
The flame seemed to be blown by the strong wind, trembling violently, and then extinguished.
But old Joseph didn't know this.
He only felt an invisible, cold murderous aura penetrating his body. The body that was originally bent down to show humility seemed to be pinned down, and he could not even raise his head.
Old Joseph even had the illusion that his internal organs were frosted.
However, as for the explanation, three minutes is enough——
Old Joseph endured the pain of the cold wind penetrating his body like a sword. He shouted loudly: "Lord Orlando! That guy Kluvien betrayed you!"
Suddenly, the invisible coldness stopped flowing.
Obviously the temperature of the air has not dropped at all, and it is not rising now, but old Joseph seems to have been frostbitten and feels a hot and itchy feeling all over his body.
"Kluvien has long been suspicious of you. When I met him on the street, he was asking Claudia about the information about the Everlasting Mentor..."
As Old Joseph spoke, he raised his head and stared directly into Roland's eyes, as if he wanted to see something in them.
To his surprise, Roland did not seem to be angry or sad about his killing of Kruveen. This made Old Joseph feel a little satisfied, but at the same time it made him feel a little disappointed.
"Do you have any other reasons?"
"...No more. I think that's enough."
Joseph said without fear: "With all due respect... Lord Orlando, you don't need friends, that will only make you weak."
"The status between two people must be equal before they can be called friends; and being equal to you is not fair to those of us who have sworn allegiance to you."
Roland suddenly laughed.
"The last sentence is what you really mean, right?"
He did not shy away and turned his words into sharp blades to penetrate Joseph's disguise.
"..."
Joseph looked at Roland without any aversion, neither admitting nor denying.
He watched quietly as Roland stretched out his right hand to hold the staff sword, and ejected the sharp blade.
"Joseph, let me ask you, where does your loyalty lie?"
Roland asked solemnly.
"I am with you."
Joseph answered without any hesitation.
Roland put his staff and sword on Joseph's neck and asked again: "So, if I want to kill you, do you have any complaints?"
"What an honor."
Joseph answered firmly and sincerely.
There was no adulteration in that answer - if Roland could kill himself so easily, it would undoubtedly mean that the effect Joseph wanted to achieve had been achieved.
Roland was about to become the iron-blooded, cold-blooded, and warm-blooded monster of his dreams, and Joseph himself was one of the sacrifices for the birth of the monster.
Silver-white flames ignited silently from the blade of the sword.
He watched as Roland retracted his sword slightly and slashed towards his forehead, his pupils dilated slightly.
In the next moment, his forehead would be cut open horizontally by a sharp sword. From this angle, he would probably be able to leave his brain intact, and he might not die immediately.
Ah...are you going to die?
Old Joseph had some feelings about his next fate.
It's just a pity...I didn't see it...
"--Um?"
Old Joseph was surprised and felt that just when the staff and sword were about to open a skylight in his head, he suddenly retracted.
The sharp sword blade drew a shallow blood mark on his forehead, and the blood began to seep out after a second.
Old Joseph felt the sword blade stop between his eyebrows, and his forehead felt uncontrollably numb.
"——So, if I want to take away your feelings, do you have any complaints?"
Roland asked word for word. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net