"Molin, this is different from what was promised." Margaret also stopped and said with an unhappy face:
"A believer who can become a bishop must at least have the strength of a second-level wizard. How can we people cope with it?"
Kingsley turned his head and looked at Margaret, with a smile on his face:
"Don't worry, why would I take my own life as a joke?"
He changed the subject and explained:
"I said 'bishop' just to show his identity. In fact, the target is still a priest. And according to my observation, the strength is only at the first level, and at most it is only the first level!"
When Kingsley said this, even Molin felt speechless and said angrily:
"Since you are not a bishop, why bother saying you are a bishop and making everyone nervous?"
The smile on Kingsley's face did not change, and he looked around again.
Maulin was impatient, Margaret looked unhappy, and Colin and others following behind were looking at this side intently.
The smile on Kingsley's face became even wider, and his eyes turned into slits. He lowered himself in front of the two Morins, lowered his voice and explained:
"When I say he is a bishop, I actually mean that his contribution points are at least equivalent to those of a bishop-level believer!"
"Um?"
"Why do you say that?"
Maureen and Margaret suddenly became interested.
You must know that even if you kill hundreds of priests, you may not get as much contribution points as one bishop!
Colin and others not far away looked puzzled. Kingsley seemed to have used some special technique. They could only see the two Kingsleys talking, but could not hear any sound.
Molin obviously didn't know this. He glanced at Colin and others not far away, and subconsciously wanted to use the silent witchcraft again.
"Hey, Mr. Morin..."
Kingsley raised his hand to interrupt Morin's move. He smiled and whispered:
"They can't hear it."
"But Mr. Morin, on our Gupil Island, the fishermen fish offshore. No matter how much they catch, they always give some to the sea hounds, in order to increase the sea hounds' enthusiasm for fishing...
Those lowly fishermen understand this truth. Mr. Morin, today's dangerous battlefield cannot be compared with the calm offshore sea. If you want to successfully obtain the bishop's contribution points later, you will be indispensable.
Helpers help.”
Morin frowned...Kingsley had made a good calculation.
His words seemed to have no problem, but in fact they were just for the benefit of others, and Kingsley himself suffered no loss at all!
Increase motivation? Point contribution points?
Who will share it? It’s not just him and Margaret who can share some of it!
As for Kingsley, he is a wizard in the sea area and has no need for a divine emblem, so naturally he has nothing to lose!
"You have a good idea," Margaret said coldly.
Under Kingsley's control, Colin and others who were far away may not have heard the conversation between the two, but she who was standing nearby could hear it clearly.
Does Kingsley really think they are fools?!
"Your Excellency, don't worry, look at what this is?"
Kingsley adjusted his angle, with his back to Colin and others. He turned his left hand and took out nearly ten dark red badges from the storage ring.
"Divine emblem..." Morin raised his head, seemed to understand something, and asked in a low voice: "Sir Kingsley, what do you mean?"
Kingsley smiled at him without explaining.
He just turned around and looked at Colin and the others and said loudly:
"Although the bishop I am talking about is not a real bishop, his value is at least worth ten priests!"
"Ten priests... aren't they hundreds of priests?" Morin was startled.
Kingsley continued.
"My Lord Morin and I have discussed it. Everyone who participated in the battle will be able to share their own spoils... But there is only one priest's divine emblem after all, so when the time comes, the divine emblems of the other priests will be equally replaced.
, give it to everyone.”
Having said this, Kingsley opened his palm in time, revealing nearly ten divine emblems in his palm.
Although they are all priests, and the divine emblems are also the same badges that represent the priest's identity, the aura of the god on each badge is different... This is why the divine emblems can be used to determine the identity of believers.
At this time, Morin and Margaret also understood what Kingsley meant.
They don't need to give any divine emblem to Colin and others, but Kingsley will give it.
"It's getting late. Let me briefly talk about what's special about that priest."
Kingsley put away the emblem, looked at the two Morins and said.
Morin and Margaret were silent for a moment. Morin nodded first, and Margaret followed suit after a moment.
Although in their opinion, giving the divine emblems to Colin and others is just a waste, it is better to give these divine emblems to them... But no matter what, these divine emblems do not belong to them after all. Kingsley wants to do this,
They are naturally beyond reproach.
Kingsley felt relieved when he saw the two Morins nodding in agreement.
In fact, this was also a sudden thought of his. These divine emblems were just collected casually.
He didn't even plan to give it to Morin and others.
After all, strictly speaking, by doing this, they were taking advantage of the rules set by the Supreme Council and should not be too showy.
However, using these divine emblems now will ensure the fighting enthusiasm of the wizards brought by Morin and the two, which is naturally the best for him.
After all, that priest... is not simple.
Kingsley calmed down his thoughts and continued to walk forward, clearing his throat and preparing to introduce the hiding priest.
"The priest is in the building about two hundred meters ahead.
Although he is only a priest, I saw with my own eyes that he was talking to many bishops with second-level wizard strength on an equal footing, and was even faintly superior..."
"Lady Margaret."
But at this moment, a shout suddenly came from behind.
Kingsley looked back, and among the wizards who followed Morin, the oldest wizard stayed at the back, looking tired and hesitant.
What he just said is exactly what he said.
Margaret turned around slowly, her two thin eyebrows suddenly frowning together.
She didn't speak, but looked coldly at Meier, who was a little stooped.
"You are...Meier, right? What's wrong?"
Morin also turned around. He first looked at Meier, frowned at first, then relaxed, forced a smile and asked.
"Your Excellency Morin, Your Excellency Margaret." Meier smiled at them, wiped the sweat that had appeared on his forehead for no reason, and said:
"I am old and frail, and I am not strong enough. If we go together, I may be a drag on all the adults, so..."
Meier didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clearly expressed, that is, he planned to withdraw.