Weird Wizarding World Chapter 225

   Chapter 225 Divergence

   "Bishop?"

   Morin stopped and looked at Kingsley.

   "Morlin, this is different from what we said." Margaret also stopped, and said with a displeased face:

   "A believer who can become a bishop has at least the strength of a second-order wizard. How can we handle it?"

  Kingsley turned his head to look at Margaret, and the corner of his mouth grinned:

   "Don't worry, how could I make fun of my little life?"

   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 a first-order level, and at most it is a first-order superior!"

When    Kingsley said this, even Morin felt a little speechless, and said angrily:

   "Since he's not a bishop, why should he say he's a bishop? It makes everyone nervous?"

   The smile on Kingsley's face remained the same, and he looked around again.

   Morin was impatient, Margaret looked unhappy, and Colin and the others who followed behind were looking at this side intently.

  The smile on Kingsley's face was even bigger, and his eyes became slits. He lowered his body, leaned in front of the two of them, and explained in a low voice:

   "When I say he is a bishop, I actually mean that his contribution points are worth at least as much as a bishop-level believer!"

"Um?"

   "Why do you say that?"

   Morin and Margaret moved in their hearts, and immediately became interested.

  Be aware that even if you kill hundreds of priests, you may not get as much contribution points as a bishop!

   Not far away, Colin and the others looked puzzled. Kingsley seemed to have used some kind of special technique. They could only see the two of Kingsley talking, but could not hear the slightest sound.

  Morlin obviously didn't know this. He glanced at Colin and the others not far away, and subconsciously wanted to perform the silent sorcery again.

   "Hey, Lord Morin..."

  Kingsley raised his hand to interrupt Morin's move, he smiled and whispered:

   "They can't hear."

   "However, Your Excellency Morin, on our Gupier Island, fishermen are fishing offshore, and no matter how much they catch, they always give some to the sea hounds, so as to increase the enthusiasm of the sea hounds for fishing...

  Those lowly fishermen still understand this truth, Lord Morin, a battlefield as dangerous as this is not something that can be compared to the calm offshore waters. Later, if you want to successfully obtain the bishop's contribution points, you will need your helpers to contribute. "

   Morin frowned... Kingsley had a good idea.

   His words seem to be fine, but in fact they are just for the well-being of others, and Kingsley himself has no loss at all!

   Increase motivation? Contribution points?

  Who will divide? It's not just that he and Margaret can only take some out of their interests!

   As for Kingsley, he is a wizard in the sea, and he doesn't need a **** emblem, so naturally he has no loss!

   "You think beautiful." Margaret said coldly.

   Under Kingsley's control, Colin and the others who were far away might not have heard the conversation between the two, but she could hear it clearly when she was standing beside her.

   Does Kingsley really think they are fools? !

   "Don't worry, Your Excellency, look what this is?"

   Kingsley adjusted his angle, turned his back to Colin and the others, flipped his left hand, and took out nearly ten dark red badges from the storage ring.

   "God emblem..." Morin raised his head, seemed to understand something, and asked in a low voice, "Lord Kingsley, what do you mean?"

  Kingsley smiled at him without explanation.

   just turned his head to look at Colin and the others and said loudly:

   "Although the bishop in my mouth is not a real bishop, he is worth at least ten priests!"

  'Ten priests...isn't it a hundred priests? ' Morin was startled.

   Kingsley continued.

"I have discussed with Your Excellency Morin, and everyone who participates in the battle will be able to share their own spoils... It's just that there is only one priest's emblem after all, so the other priests' emblems will be replaced equally at that time. Allocating to you."

   Having said that, Kingsley opened his palm at the right time, revealing nearly ten divine emblems in his palm.

  Although they are both priests, and the **** emblems are the same badges that represent the identity of priests, the aura of the gods on each badge is not the same... This is why the **** emblem can be used to judge the identity of believers.

   At this time, Morin and Margaret also understood what Kingsley meant.

   They don't have to give Colin and others any **** emblem, but Kingsley.

   "It's not too early, let me briefly talk about what's special about that priest."

  Kingsley put away the **** emblem, looked at the two Morin and said.

   Morin and Margaret were silent for a moment, Morin nodded first, and Margaret nodded after a while.

Although in their opinion, giving the **** emblem to Colin and others is just a waste, it is better to give these **** emblems to them... But in any case, these **** emblems do not belong to them after all, Kingsley wants to do this, they Naturally, there is no telling.

  Kingsley was relieved when he saw Morin nodding in agreement.

   In fact, this is also his whim, these **** emblems were just collected by hand.

   didn't even plan to give it to Morin and others.

   After all, strictly speaking, they did so by taking advantage of the Supreme Council to formulate rules and should not be too flamboyant.

   However, using these divine emblems now ensures the enthusiasm of these wizards brought by Morin and the two of them to fight. For him, that is naturally the best.

   After all, that priest... not easy.

  Kingsley restrained his thoughts, and while continuing to walk forward, he cleared his throat and prepared to introduce the priest who was hiding.

   "The priest is in the building about 200 meters ahead.

  Although he is only a priest, I have seen with my own eyes that he and many bishops with the strength of second-order wizards are also talking with an equal attitude, even slightly higher than..."

   "Lord Margaret."

   But at this moment, a cry came from behind him.

  Kingsley looked back, and among the wizards who followed Morin, the oldest wizard stayed at the back, looking tired and hesitant.

   What he said just now is exactly what he said.

  Margaret turned around slowly, her two thin eyebrows furrowed together.

   She didn't speak, just stared coldly at Meier, who was a little hunched.

   "You are... Meier, right, what's wrong?"

   Morin also turned around, he first looked at Meier, frowned, then stretched out, asked with a smile.

   "Your Majesty Morin, Your Majesty Margaret." Meier sneered at them, wiped the inexplicable sweat from his forehead, and said:

   "I am old and frail, and my strength is not good enough. If I go together, I am afraid it will be a drag on the adults, so..."

  Meier's words are not finished, but the meaning has been clearly expressed, that is, he intends to quit.

   (end of this chapter)

Chapter end