"Is it strange to see me here?" Scola sat down and shouted to the waiter on the side, "I also want a cup of Roat coffee, without sugar, thank you."
Morsis said nothing and stared at Scola, constantly analyzing the situation in his mind.
"It seems like this guy comes to this cafe often. Well, that's not necessarily true. Maybe he sensed my presence and came in specifically.
"He didn't show any obvious malice last time, but after all, he has cooperated with Lennon Sivens, and in a sense he is also one of the accomplices, so be careful.
"Anyway, it depends on what he says. Although I don't want to admit it, I don't even have the ability to escape when facing him."
After thinking for a while, Morriss asked, "Scola, what do you want to do?"
"Thank you." The other party did not respond directly to him, but thanked the waiter who brought the coffee, then turned his head, looked at Morse, and said, "Kervis, is this your name now?
"
"You even know this?" Morses frowned. He didn't remember that he told the other party this information.
"Hey, what do you think I am, a fool?" Scola took a sip of coffee and shrugged, "The two robbers can be detained in my place. After a little interrogation of them, plus some reasoning, I know that Kerr
It's not that hard for Wes to be you."
"Hey, I asked you to lower your voice, please." Morse frowned. The other party didn't lower the volume on purpose just now, but he didn't notice the people around him looking this way.
"You don't have to worry about that, they can't hear it..." Scola chuckled, and then said, "I think you should worry about your identity. Do you need to apply for documents? I can help at a low price!"
"No need, I've already taken care of it." Morsis glanced at him, rolled his eyes, and said.
"Oh, is it Beierle? He actually helps you. It seems that you are not too unbearable." Scola raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said.
"Hey, what are you going to do?" Morses asked angrily.
"What do I want to do? I just went out to drink coffee, and you suddenly appeared in my field of vision... What else do you want to ask me for?" Scola drank the cup of coffee in one gulp and said with a smile.
Morse put his hand on his forehead, then sighed and replied, "I understand, I'll leave now. I'm sorry to disturb your rest time."
After that, he got up and left.
"Haha, don't go, I'm just kidding you." Scola laughed loudly, waved at Morse with his hands, shook his head and said, "It's troublesome to talk to a young man like you, you have such a bad temper.
Really bad…”
"You bastard are not much older than me, are you?" Morses sat down again and replied without changing his expression.
"Okay, let's stop talking about these useless things... let's talk about some serious things, such as how to rescue your dean." Scola picked up the spoon and tapped the inner wall of the cup with a very tempting
Said in a touching tone.
"Are you an official of the Tasok Empire? Why do you want to help me? I don't think a transaction alone is enough for you to take such a risk." Morses looked at Scola's face with a lazy look and calmly said
said.
Although assisting him may lead to treasures from the Momoa Empire... but if he is found out about rescuing people from Rakas, Scola will lose more than just his official position.
Even if he is a future star carefully cultivated by the empire, judging from the behavior of the Tasok royal family and the Twelve Emperors Church, if he does not know what is good and what is good, they will probably get rid of him.
After all, it would be even more terrifying if such a person became an enemy.
"Empire, haha, you mentioned the Empire to me?" Scola seemed to have heard some joke and suddenly burst out laughing, which surprised Morses opposite.
After laughing, Scola stood up, held the table with one hand, looked at Morsis and said, "Do you think it is more tempting to control your own destiny, or to have your destiny controlled by others?"
"Do you mean..." Morris frowned upon hearing this.
"Ha, those idiots named Tasok, they want me to join the Church of the Twelve Emperors, become God's agent, and become 'Saint Scola', ugh... that's disgusting." Scola retched.
After a moment, he smiled and continued, "I have basically eliminated the threatening enemies in the Provincial Council, just to leave enough time to retreat for future actions.
"Think about it, if even the palace is running under my control, who can catch me?" Scola shrugged and sat down again.
Morses looked at the warden opposite with some disbelief, and understood from his words how grand his entire plan was.
From the moment he came to Salius City, he has been leaving a way out for himself. I'm afraid my appearance just gave him a reason, right?
With this thought, Morsis swallowed involuntarily and said, "Do you mean that you will leave the Tasok Empire directly in the future?"
Once you break away, you don't have to fear the other party's punishment.
"Ha, I didn't say that. It's all your imagination." Scola still kept a smile and added mysteriously, "I wonder if you feel at ease after thinking about it?"
Peace of mind?
Morriss thought about the word the other party said and found that he was indeed relieved.
After all, compared to just now, I now know the other party's purpose, and the other party has a reason to do so.
However, he still didn't want to believe that the warden of Lacasse would really help him rescue people from his prison.
"If you are still thinking wildly, go ahead. It's a pity that you wasted the opportunity to listen to me talk about serious things." Scola looked at the frowning Morse, shook his head and stood up.
"Are you leaving?" Morsis raised his eyes and looked at him, but he was not too surprised.
Judging from the character this guy has shown so far, it wouldn't be surprising if he suddenly left Morses in the middle of the story.
"A bastard with a bad personality!" Morsis commented in his heart.
"When did you figure it out? Just come to me. I will come here every afternoon to have a cup of coffee." Scola tidied his clothes, lifted the shield, and left the cafe.
Morsis watched the other party's figure gradually disappear and sighed.
"Anyway, this can be regarded as finding out certain information... Hmm..." Just as he was thinking about it, Morse's eyes turned to the cold cup of Roat coffee and said with a wry smile, "Well, let's drink it.
Well, it’s money after all.”
…
Lacasse Prison, Level 3, Cell No. 32.
The third floor contains mostly high-level cells, specially used to detain intermediate-level and above transcendental beings.
Lennon Sivens has a cell of his own here. Considering his identity as an assassin, special treatment was given to him to prevent him from using his abilities to escape.
Since being imprisoned, Lennon has never walked out once again. No matter what he does, he always stays in this small cell.
And today, an unexpected guest came to visit him.
"Who are you?" Lennon was startled when he realized there was actually someone at the door.
Although his ability cannot break through the prison door, his perception is still very strong. He stood alone outside the door for so long, but he didn't notice at all?
"My name is Calpe, the 'restrained' patron of our emperor's twelve powers." The man was wearing a white robe, barefoot, with short hair, a stern face, and a low tone.
"Your Excellency San Calpe, what are you here for?" Lennon's pupils were slightly dilated and his legs were trembling.
Under the command of the Twelve Emperors, there were twelve agents of gods, each representing a kind of authority of the Twelve Emperors.
The province of Salius is governed by Saint Calpe, who represents "restraint". Of course, he does not participate in politics, but only manages church affairs.
But what frightened Lennon Sivens was not the opponent's status, but the opponent's terrifying strength.
According to rumors, the twelve agents are all at least the sixth level of God's Favored Ones, and some have even reached the seventh level.
"At least the sixth level. I heard that once the transcendent reaches the fifth level, there will be some leaps in life levels. This guy, I'm afraid..." Lennon pursed his lips and thought involuntarily.
"I have something to do with you, Lennon Sivens." San Calpe said with a magnetic voice, "Similarly, I will give you a certain reward."
"Your Excellency San Calpe, I wonder what a great being like you wants to do with a humble little person like me?" Lennon bowed and said in an extremely humble tone.
"Well, although Scola is not here now, with his ability, he should be able to detect clues... I will transfer the task directly into your mind, please don't say it out loud." After that, San Calpe stretched out a
With a finger, a ray of light bloomed in front of Lennon's eyes, and a long list of information was transmitted into his mind.
"This, is this true? The church decided to do this?" After browsing, Lennon Sivens said in surprise.
"You don't have to be surprised. After reading this information, it means that there is no turning back for you." San Calpe didn't seem to care about Lennon's thoughts at all and said directly, "I will hold a ceremony for you and promote you to the rank of No. 1
The fourth class, and transformed into the favored one of the gods."
"The one who transformed into God's favor?" Lennon was frightened and frowned.
In the state of God's Favorite, he will have many more abilities than a normal fourth-level assassin, but at the same time, he will also lose the opportunity for self-promotion.
God's favored ones live by faith, and those who want to seek promotion must go through the hands of the church.
"I don't want to believe in the Twelve Emperors...but this may be my only chance to stand up. No, I have no choice. If I don't choose, I will die!" Lennon quickly analyzed the pros and cons in his mind, and then ten minutes later
He knelt down on one knee skillfully and bowed to Saint Calpe.
"I feel honored to be a disciple of our Emperor!" Lennon said devoutly.
