Stop, I'm about to become a boss!

Chapter 110 Sir, I was wrong
The City Lord's Mansion of Lapa City is far away from the center of the city. It is built on the hillside. From the appearance, it looks a bit like a stone castle in the Western Middle Ages in the real world.

It's just that this castle is more or less desolate.

Not to mention the guards, it can be seen from the half-meter-high weeds at the door, and there are probably not even a few servants.

"pat-"

Seeing a piece of head blown off the spire of the fort by the wind, Iris couldn't help but click her tongue.

But when she wanted to say something, she was immediately interrupted by passionate cursing in the castle.

In the hall with cracks on all four walls, in front of a stone table with four legs not equal in length, Sargerus stepped on a wooden chair without any image, staring.

"Say it again? What do they want?!"

Every word of her is roaring.

The old man on the opposite side of the table couldn't help trembling with few eyebrows left, and spoke intermittently.

"Your Excellency, 'Spirit Hand Gross', 'Ghoul Raunne', and 'Full Moon Witch Suzanne' have all refused your invitation without any excuses. Although the remaining few did not refuse, they offered an offer that we cannot accept. s price."

"boom--"

When the old man finished speaking, there was one less chair in the room.

"Natural slaves, Toulon inferior pigs, male dogs' snotty female flatterers, every day I know that Jijiwaiwai asks my old lady this condition and that condition, and all the money I give you from your grandma will be used to buy death gifts Fu's coffin is enough for his mother, want to die and resurrect as a beggar, be stoned to death again as a sane soul? Fuck you!!"

Sargerus kicked away the broken wood cursingly, her beautiful red lips seemed to be transformed into a swirl of abyss full of mud, and strings of obscene words spewed out continuously.

The old man's face was as usual, as if he was used to it, he only asked, "Your Excellency, what should we do?"

"There is not much time left before the start of the glorious gladiatorial battle, and there is not much room left for us to operate. If this continues, Lapa City is likely to be annexed by other city-states."

"Fart, a group of idiots who play horses, urine grass, goats and no ancestral graves also want to steal his grandma's territory, go back to the slaughterhouse and live their disgusting mouse dreams!"

"Your Mightiness."

"Let them go! Go back to prison and eat rubbish sauerkraut that donkeys have not eaten for ten years!"

"I understand."

The old man sighed inaudibly, turned around and prepared to leave.

Sargerus looked down at the sawdust that she had trampled into an unknown number of pieces, and called to the old man: "Wait a minute, Victor, find me a broom!"

Old Victor opened his cracked mouth: "Your Excellency, you have folded all the ten brooms I bought a few days ago."

Sargerus was startled, and said incredulously, "Is it gone?"

"Yes."

"We don't even have brooms here?"

"Yes."

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"Are you going to buy ten more?"

"Buy, buy a fart, I got those ten brooms on credit, how can I buy them. You go, I will think about how to use the cleaning technique."

"Yes."

Old Victor bowed slightly and left the hall.

Sargerus pulled the surviving chair and sat down, resting her head in her hands, thinking about the way the Cleansing magic flowed.

Although she is a magician and her level is not low, her power is a bit special, and the magic she masters will basically deteriorate from the source, and the actual effect will always be slightly different.

For example, changing the cleansing technique into a dyeing technique is still extremely violent.

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Old Victor, who had returned again, looked at the bloody spots splashing everywhere, and his withered fingers couldn't help shaking.

I just turned around, why is this place a murder scene?
And judging from the situation, the methods used are probably the most cruel.

Sargerus' expression remained normal: "What's the matter?"

Old Victor said, "Your Excellency, a guest is looking for you."

"It's strange, there have been no outsiders in my place for several years, so who?"

Old Victor turned sideways, letting out the figures of Linton and Iris.

"Oh?" Sargerus narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on Linton, "You are the agent of what Alfa said?"

Linton's face remained unchanged: "If the person she said was named Linton, it should be me."

Sargerus tapped the table with her fingertips: "I know that person's name is Linton, but how do you prove that you are Linton, how do you prove that you are the representative of my Lord?"

Although she could feel the special power of the same source in the person in front of her, that could only prove that he had experienced divine revelation and obtained the power bestowed by Allah.

So her tone has slowed down a lot compared to before.

However, God's agent is a very serious identity for any sect, enough to be valued by everyone.

Sargerus had never met Linton with her own eyes, nor had she heard of the rumors that had been widely circulated in the Truth Society of the Kingdom of Flowers. She could tell from the behavior of her colleagues that they were incompatible. She believed that the gods really came to the earth as incarnations.

Sargerus also knew that what she said would definitely offend the people in front of her.

But if his identity is true, she is willing to sincerely apologize and bear the consequences of the offense.

The premise is that the identification is true.

Facing Sargerous' question, Linton remained silent for a while.

If he is really the agent of Narao Shizi Allah, then he may only need to release his power to make Sargerus, who has the same origin but is lower than him, submit.

Unfortunately he is not.

So. How to prove it?

"Why don't you talk?"

Seeing the man's silent expression, Sargerus raised her red lips slightly, as if smiling, but there was no smile in her blood-colored eyes.

Pretending to be a god is a great provocation for any sect.

What's more, in front of the group of people with the most loyal faith.

Sargerus's patience is not very high, so she is going to tie up the man in front of her and pack it up when her smiling face is fully bloomed, and then notify Miss Elf to come and pick up the package.

However, when she heard what the man said, the smile on her face could no longer be maintained.

"There is a tree with only three branches on the back hill of this castle. Although it cannot shelter from wind and rain, a cat likes to rest under it."

"That cat is a very ordinary and beautiful cat. Its body is snow-white, and it looks a little dazzling in the sun, but it is not a pure white cat, because there is a tuft of gray-black hair on the tip of its tail. "

"The strange contrasting color didn't detract from its beauty, and even added a little extra appeal to it, making some people want to do something with its tail, but the cat didn't seem to like it very much. , once you realize who has such an intention."

"pat-"

Linton's words were interrupted.

Sargerus fell on all fours, with her head pressed against the ground, her body trembling but she yelled extremely sincerely.

"Sir, I was wrong!!"

(End of this chapter)