Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 242

 Chapter 242 Lan Qi's Official Prestige

 A few minutes later.

 The battle ended almost as briefly and violently as a storm.

The crew and guards on the deck of the merchant ship were completely subdued and **** with little chance of resistance. Their weapons were scattered on the ground, and only weak fists were left in their hands.

Their eyes were full of fear and distress, as if they were completely unable to understand why they were attacked by the Resurrectionists, and they were unwilling to guess what would happen to them next.

Among all the people on the merchant ship, only Viscount Francis was standing and not tied up. An imperceptible tension made his cheeks turn slightly white, and his original dignified appearance now looked a bit vicissitudes of life.

 But he smiled with some helplessness.

Viscount Francis probably guessed what was going on.

It must be that the dignitaries in the city finally couldn't restrain their desire to replace him, and now there is a ridiculous opportunity to get rid of him through the hands of the Resurrection Church.

Even though there was anger burning in his heart, Viscount Francis also knew the reality very well. In this chaotic world, if you are not careful, you will be crushed by the wheel of fate.

This group of silver-robed Resurrectionists demonstrated an overwhelming power. From their brief confrontation, Viscount Francis had clearly realized the absolute gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides.

 It can even be said that if the other party is willing, he and his crew are already in danger of life or death at this moment.

Just as this depression and uneasiness penetrated every corner on the deck, the silver-armored priest headed by the Resurrectionists came over.

This silver-armored priest was so powerful that no one in their entire city could match him.

In the imperial capital, fifth level may not be uncommon, and there are even some extremely outstanding geniuses from the Imperial Academy who have fifth level strength at a young age.

 But in a remote city-state like theirs, just being at level three is enough to be called a powerful mercenary and adventurer.

And Viscount Francis's excellent secretary and bodyguard is a fourth-level strongman.

 In the end, facing this silver-armored priest, he was defeated just like a child unable to fight back against an adult with just two or three blows.

 The Resurrectionists are a complete dimensionality-reducing blow to border people like them.

 No one can compete with the Batian branch cultists who are famous for their ferocious fighting prowess.

 “Let's make a long story short.”

Viscount Francis stood there with an expressionless face, smoke swirling at the corners of his mouth.

 While being watched closely by many believers, he took a deep breath and then threw the cigarette **** into the sea.

 He tried to look calm.

 Because since the other party did not kill him directly, it means that there may be something to talk about.

It was humiliating to negotiate or even compromise with the Resurrectionists, but if he could save the innocent people on the ship and his daughter who stayed in the town, even if he had to put down his dignity, he had no choice.

The person walking in front of him was a priest wearing silver armor. The sense of oppression emanating from him was obviously much stronger than that of the others.

If he wanted to, he could easily take off the head of anyone on the ship.

“Viscount Francis.”

The silver-armored priest laughed and crossed his hands on his chest.

 “What is your attitude towards our Resurrection Church?”

 “From what I understand, I don't want to have anything to do with you.”

 Viscount Francis responded.

The silver-armored priest smiled, as if he was not surprised by Viscount Francis' truth.

This is why he prefers this magnanimous viscount to that fat pig who only knows how to play tricks.

If you must choose one side to cooperate with, the Silver Armored Priest would actually prefer to cooperate with Viscount Francis, rather than the cunning strategist who may stab him in the back at any time.

After all, the order given to them by the Hegemony Catholic Church is to use a combination of wisdom and strength to achieve absolute hegemony as priests in various towns and convince the people to accept their teachings, but not to violate the laws of the empire and cause trouble.

 Although in their view, breaking the law is not illegal if it is not discovered.

 But he still wants to avoid anything risky.

“Now we are actively changing in line with the environment. It is my sincerity that I have not harmed anyone.”

 After saying that, the silver-armored priest took out a bracelet.

“But the core doctrine of our Catholic Church is that we believe in the natural law that the strong will rule the weak. Just as you have no power to resist us at this moment, I hope you can cooperate with us willingly.”

"Is that so...it's really something you can do."

Viscount Francis smiled, only thinking it was ridiculous.

He could recognize that this bracelet was similar to the magic item used by slave traders to contract low-level slaves.

The other party talks about high-sounding truths, but in fact they do things that are shady. “I think the Viscount has already made a decision.”

The silver-armored priest looked directly at Viscount Francis and said.

Although the contract ceremony was a bit troublesome, by completely controlling Viscount Francis, their missionary goal was a big step towards success.

At this moment, an insignificant little flying insect floated behind the silver-armored priest.

 “Come and see me.”

The cold and brief command words in his ears made the silver-armored priest suddenly alert.

 “At the end of the second floor.”

 Another sentence.

However, when the silver-armored priest turned around, he felt that even the source of the sound was nowhere to be found.

 There was a faint blue fluorescence in front of me that dissipated along with the magic power.

 He frowned, making sure that no one was approaching him and talking behind him just now.

This kind of directional sound transmission magic, although the level is not necessarily high, makes him feel quite magical. It turns out that there is such a fancy mage on the ship.

 “Take good care of Viscount Francis first.”

A cold smile appeared on the silver-armored priest's lips. He wanted to see who was playing tricks.

Moreover, he also needs to eliminate the uncertain factors that he is not even aware of.

On the deck of the ship, a priest wearing silver armor slowly walked down the ship's ladder. His armor shone coldly in the sun, reflecting each other with the blue waves of the surrounding sea.

Although the pace is steady, every step reveals an indescribable intimidation.

 When he entered the cabin, he looked around, looking for something.

The priest soon arrived at the end of the second floor of the cabin. He focused his eyes on the last door. He stood in front of the door for a moment and felt that there was no strong magic wave or trap atmosphere inside. With a soft sound, He turned the door lock and pushed the door open.

 The interior decoration of the room is quite simple, but also elegant.

 A single bed, a small table, and a bookshelf filled with books and documents.

There are not many people here, but there is a special atmosphere permeating the room, as if it is the intersection of knowledge, power and belief.

 I saw a young man sitting on the bed.

 Light brown hair hung softly on his forehead, partially covering his eyes, but it could not hide his calmness and naturalness.

 He ​​was holding a book of imperial bills in his hand, and seemed to be looking for answers in it. Every page he turned seemed to be a superposition of more thoughts.

He was indifferent to the silver-armored priest who pushed in the door, as if he didn't feel the danger at all, or didn't regard it as the slightest danger at all.

“Did you ask me to come here?”

The silver-armored priest stared at the young man and asked.

The other person's temperament was extraordinary, but he didn't feel the aura of a strong person from him.

 He will not let anyone go if they dare to play tricks on him.

 And if he is a truly strong person, he will also ask for advice.

 Proving strength and weakness is an indispensable step in practicing their teachings.

 The brown-haired young man closed the code in his hand and slowly raised his head.

Even though he didn't say a word, the air seemed to freeze because of him. His silence was not a sign of weakness or lack of participation, but a self-evident force that allowed those present to feel his inner firmness and confidence.

There was no obvious anger or displeasure in the emerald green eyes. It was an unfathomable and aloof majesty. For some reason, the silver-armored priest couldn't help but feel that he had no idea.

 Finally, a moment passed.

 “Which unit are you from? Who is the leader?”

Lan Qi asked in a calm tone.

 He has to go back to teach the young lady of the viscount's family her homework.

 Why did the lower-level departments come to cause trouble halfway?

 (End of this chapter)

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