Mansla picked up the cup with the floating city printed on it, slowly put down his curtains, and the old butler outside the door walked in and whispered a few words in his ear.

Mansla's expression changed, and he pinched the cup in his hand, and the heraldry on the back of his hand was involuntarily revealed.

Looking at the cup in his hand, Mansla put it on the table and walked quickly towards the basement of the mansion.

Under the dim oil lamp, a man with brown curly hair was lying on the bed, covered with bandages.

After seeing Mansla walk in, the man turned his head and looked at Mansla, and Mansla's steps instantly stopped.

"The nobles of the Holy Tianyin Kingdom really rotted from the root." Puldo said with emotion.

The voice fell on Mansla, making Mansla feel that he was standing in the court of justice, and countless people around him were looking at him with strange eyes, a sense of shame that penetrated his bones, even made Mansla have the idea that he should immediately commit suicide.

"What do you know? I'm all for the glory of the family..." Mansla shouted hysterically, and then raised his hand, and the emblem on the back of his hand suddenly lit up.

The heraldry combination of semicircles and triangles seems to be a force being brought in.

Mansla, who was originally furious, woke up instantly, quickly controlled the force, and looked at Purdo lying on the bed with great dissatisfaction.

"Defend by Charia, don't you want to live anymore?" Mansla did not disperse the power brought by the herald, but instead restrained his anger and raised his head slightly to ask Puldo.

"You're almost there." Puldo stretched out his hand and looked at his white and tender palms, with a little sadness in his words.

He is still not as good as Xia Ya after all.

The moment Chara let go of his hand, he was overwhelmed by endless holy power, and most of the holy power destroyed everything about him. If someone hadn't rescued him through the critical layer and then transplanted one of the ancient sirens' spine on him, he would have been dead now.

"They give you two choices, either continue to target Charia and forge a sword pointing to God, or turn around and leave." Mansla said.

"Of course I chose to continue." Puldo smiled. He was indeed too arrogant before, thinking that Shaya could not open up being with God, and that he had returned to his youth, so he could succeed in killing Shaya in one fell swoop.

Then, when the sword pointed to God was successfully forged, he could completely rebel himself as a human being into a alien species, and his holy power was also directly pushed to the "ascending" stage in this transformation.

This is like putting warm water in the refrigerator and it is easier to freeze. The purer a person is, the darker it will be after he falls.

If he could kill Xia Ya and forge a sword pointing to the god while he was still a monk, then he would definitely be able to become an existence in the ascension stage.

But that was too difficult. It was almost impossible to complete the ancient siren's spine, planning to kill a monk who was close to the gods, and keep his faith from breaking.

However, now that he has transplanted a part of his spine, his strength has been broken through again, and Xia Ya has made another move, which will not affect him.

It’s just a pity that there is no chance to reach the sky in one step.

"Then stay here. If something happens and is discovered, you will never have a chance." Mansla said and turned around and left.

"Master, a monk is here." After seeing Mansla, the old butler immediately stepped forward and whispered.

"I know." When Mansla heard the word "Friend" and a hint of disgust appeared on his face.

He used heralds to attract the power of merit before, and the church will record this, and monks nearby will also receive notifications to investigate.

This made Mansla feel extremely uncomfortable. It was the church that restricted the power of the nobles from all aspects that their family still inevitably slipped to decline while obtaining most of the resources.

"This is the tragedy of the nobles. My ancestors have tried their best to earn, but they are actually subject to the supervision of others."

In the name of experimental ability, Mansla sent away the monk who came to ask. He looked at the two monks who left, his eyes full of hatred.

"A group of traitors and bastards." Mansla quickly calmed down his anger, quickly returned to the study, and began to arrange the reception.

Luo Ya has not been peaceful recently. Since the death of the witch doctor, the occasional martial law has made his smuggling business more and more difficult.

Nobles can indeed ignore curfews and martial law and go out at night, but in some places it is still a big problem once discovered.

There are two boundaries between nobles and churches. The first is an open illegal thing. Everyone knows this kind of thing, and many monks turn a blind eye.

The second limit is that after you cross the first limit, you cannot let ordinary people know this, that is, you cannot shout loudly that I have crossed the first limit.

It can also be said that the face of the church and the garrison is the second boundary.

Smuggling is to cross the first limit, but this matter cannot be done during the day. The upper wall on the surface is blocked and no one is allowed to enter and exit.

Your convoy brings all kinds of goods in and out, and is seen by others, that is, the church and garrison are trampled on the ground. Therefore, only at night do not make any noise and cross the first limit will they turn a blind eye.

If you dare to make this happen and make the rules set by the church and the garrison lose their credibility, you will be crossing the second limit.

Now that the city is martial law, you still want to transport things outside the city, that is, you can cross the second limit.

If you can't smuggle out, you can only smuggle in.

Mansla had received the letter before, and the caravan he had sent out was now coming back to Roya with a batch of goods.

This batch of goods must be kept no matter what.

Mansla gritted his teeth: "Let Kim come here, there must be no mistakes in this matter."

Puldo, who was staying in the basement, smiled and shook his head. These nobles were too arrogant.

They naturally enjoy various privileges, and then they are extremely disgusted with the constraints of the church, believing that others are dirty and lowly, but they are doing all kinds of despicable things, full of ugliness.

"Sure enough, people's hearts are greedy and will never be satisfied. God cannot save anyone." Puldo's face was full of sorrow.

"Faith is nothing more than a means of self-paralyzing. God is always just the God who is invisible. The so-called incarnation of God is nothing but the false face observed by man in the process of numbing himself."

"Faith can never save humanity."

"Have you confirmed the time?" Adam sat up and Kim stood not far away, revealing to Adam the time when the Mansla smuggling team returned and the area he was responsible for.

"I will enter the city the night after tomorrow. Be careful, I am only responsible for the woods. It is best not to bump into my hand by the person you arranged, so I won't keep my hand."

"I understand." Adam nodded, and his heart became more and more urgent. His rough location had been exposed before.

If what was expected was true, although the man went to the country of Hitu because of the appearance of the ancient sirens, he would still send people over. The fact that Vla was summoned to leave was a warning.

"I just don't know who it is." Adam glanced at the birds lying beside the bed, and the cat sleeping on the cabinet.

Once again, he began to think about it. If it were someone else, his identity would be kept confidential. But if it was another guy, with Adam's understanding of him, he would never care about those, but instead searched directly in the fastest way.

"In other words, as long as that person knows that Roya has a person like Adam, he will definitely realize that Adam is Nesser."

"Adam's identity cannot stand scrutiny, and there are some hidden dangers that must be eliminated."

Adam looked at Jin opposite him, and his hands kept marking the distance between the top of his head and the door, as if he was wondering whether the door of the new home had become taller or shorter.

"Teacher Jin."

"Cough." Jin Li immediately put down his hand, carried it behind his back, and then coughed twice and asked, "Nise, what are you going to say?"

"I have something to do and need the teacher's help." Adam squinted and smiled.

Seeing this smile, Kim felt as if he had been plotted.
Chapter completed!