Warhammer Wizard

Ren looked up at a window on the third floor of the villa, where Mrs. Eliza was. Ever since he and Viola entered the garden, he had been peeping from behind the window, thinking he was unaware, but Just don't care.

"It's up to me to negotiate with her after seeing her. You just need to watch and don't speak lightly." Ren said in a low voice.

"Okay." Viola nodded slightly.

After the explanation, Ren opened an arbitrary door and took Viola in.

This is a luxurious home-style reception room, warmly and comfortably furnished, with a soundproof array hidden in the walls and a very secluded location.

"It's not a good habit to peep, Marquise." Ren said to Eliza, who was standing by the window.

Viola bowed slightly and saluted: "I have seen Your Majesty."

"I'm very longing for all good love, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances, please forgive me, Speaker Ren." Eliza explained without changing her face, and sat down on the large and soft sofa, pointing at Facing the sofa, he said, "You two, please sit down."

Ren shrugged noncommittally and sat down with Viola.

At this time, Eliza was completely different from the posture in the salon, and there was not much smile on her charming face. She was no longer a noble lady with the style of a socialite, but held the air of a saint-level extraordinary person.

She poured three cups of black tea on the coffee table, made a gesture of invitation, and picked up a cup to taste.

Viola hesitated.

Ren picked up a cup without any doubt, took two sips, and said with admiration, "Good tea."

Eliza's eyes showed surprise, "Aren't you afraid that there is something wrong with this tea?"

"Based on my judgment of Madam, although we are in conflict, we haven't gotten to the point where you are poisoned." Ren smiled confidently, "You don't have the guts."

In fact, the eye of the soul can tell at a glance if Eliza is poisoned, she doesn't.

Even if the tea is really poisonous, I am not afraid.

He has a nine-level "toxin resistance" and a strong physical fitness, and there are not many poisons that can poison him.

The world of Ellenus is full of countless supernatural powers. Poisons are relatively weak things. Under various magical spells, poisonous poisons do not have much effect, and it is difficult to play a key role.

But the most important thing is that Mrs. Eliza didn't have the guts to poison.

It's true, but it hurts too.

Madam Eliza's expression changed as soon as she heard this, she put the teacup heavily on the table, and said with a "pop", "Young man, in front of you is a Destruction Warlock, the long-haired lady's voter, The Pope, who represents his millions of followers in the world, you better speak cautiously."

"I know."

Ren responded lightly, still not having much respect.

Eliza couldn't help but gasp.

She has been in Nothril for many years, and whoever sees her is not respectful, even Elder Nether should maintain respect in front of her, and dare not offend easily.

Who knew that he would run into a wall in front of a young man in his twenties.

Ren tilted his head slightly to look at her, his eyes were calm and calm, as if he was looking at an ordinary extraordinary person, he almost didn't ask the sentence: "I know, so what?"

If Eliza was a Holy Soul Wizard, she would have to be a little bit afraid, but she wasn't.

Warlocks are also spellcasters, but they are still a bit weaker than Holy Soul Wizards, and this is the Oriente Empire, a country ruled by wizards. It makes a world of difference whether to enter the Supreme Council or not. Not all saint-level transcendents are have a supreme status.

The pope status of the Church of Goodness may be a title that looks like a high mountain to others, but for myself, who is backed by the Modu faction, there is no need to worry too much.

Viola wants to become Pope, and she must support her.

This means that sooner or later, he will have a showdown with Eliza. There is no need to maintain that false etiquette. It is better to put pressure on the other party and open up the situation for the subsequent negotiations.

The atmosphere in the parlour froze.

Eliza stared at Ren, her plump chest fluctuated, runes appeared on her skin, and colorful elemental energy was brewing in her eyes, forming waves of elemental waves around her, as if she was about to shoot in anger at any time.

Viola didn't have such great confidence, so she could not help but secretly sweat for Ren, but she remembered Ren's previous reminder and said nothing.

Ren calmly faced the hostility of a Destruction Warlock, and continued to drink black tea lightly.

The soul's eye actually locked on the other party and observed her emotional changes.

Eliza's anger is more of a fake.

She suddenly smiled, "It really is a hero." Then she turned to Viola and said, "Viola, you found a good man."

Viola secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and responded proudly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your praise."

"I apologize to you for my previous behavior." Eliza said in a very sincere tone: "We are all ladies' voters, and we should help each other and work together to spread the teachings of ladies, rather than Because jealousy is bad for you."

"But I swear on the lady's name, Viola, that I have no ill will towards you."

"You should have felt it too. When you first arrived in Northrael, you brought a phonograph and a camera. I'm really happy. I just want to help you run the company, promote these two inventions, and attract more believers. ."

"I just made a mistake in one thought, I hope you can forgive me."

After Eliza finished speaking, she stood up and bowed to Viola. The bottomless ravine could be seen from Renn's angle.

This sincere apology immediately embarrassed Viola.

She didn't know how to respond for a while, and looked back at Ren.

Really good intentions!

Ren snorted inwardly.

Eliza is worthy of being a lady who has been in the upper class of Northrael for many years. She is good at perceiving people's hearts, seeing people extremely accurately, and knowing that she is not easy to deal with here, she will turn the conversation to Viola, who is kind-hearted, as long as she wins Viola Pull's sympathy and understanding, and it is not easy for him to attack again.

Eliza's anger was faked just now, and now her apology is faked too, it's just her delaying tactic.

This woman is full of drama.

Theatrical performance is also an art. As expected of the president of the Imperial Arts Association, he has almost integrated his acting skills into his own instincts, and ordinary people really can't resist it.

Fortunately, Viola is not easy to fool, and did not accept the apology immediately.

"Madam, please get up." Ren said yin and yang angrily: "You are a Destruction Warlock, and we can't afford such a big gift."

Eliza looked up and met Ren's mocking eyes.

The mournful look on her face quickly disappeared, she slowly sat back, and said in a low voice, "I'm willing to apologize, Viola, whether you accept it or not, it's none of my business."

The Eye of the Soul saw her mood change and changed her attitude again.

"There's no need to apologize." Ren mastered the other party's rhythm and laughed, "If an apology is useful, what do you need a holy swordsman for?"

Eliza grimaced, "What do you mean?"

"Mrs.'s salon is well done. I heard that it is famous in Northrael?" Ren asked, and continued without waiting for the other party's answer: "Everyone knows that Madam is the president of the Imperial Art Association, and the salon is held to spread the word. There is nothing wrong with the teachings of the Long-haired Lady, but if someone uses the name of the salon to secretly spread the belief in the evil **** in the Maringo Manor..."

Mrs. Eliza finally couldn't sit still, and denied it sharply: "There is absolutely no such thing."

Viola's expression changed greatly.

Worshiping the Heretic God is the most serious crime in the empire, and no one dares to commit it and cannot talk nonsense.

"Whether there is such a thing, Madam should know better than me. It will be clear if the holy swordsman comes to the manor to check it out tomorrow."

Ren leaned back on the sofa, his posture was very relaxed, but his tone was not loose at all.

He's not talking nonsense.

After entering the Maringa Manor, the All-Seeing Eye inspected the entire manor's layout and people. No matter how hidden it was, there was nothing to hide, and everyone's fire of belief could be clearly seen.

In just a few minutes, Ren found some followers of the evil god.

What they worship is the Lord of Chaos, the minions of this abyss evil **** who are most likely to lurk in the human kingdom, tempt others with **** and fornication, and degenerate people into evil **** believers. Eliza's salon is nominally to practice the long-haired lady's concept of love, arrogant sex, and messing with the relationship between men and women, which is the best cover for the believers of the Lord of Chaos.

Eliza, as the Chosen One, has no problem with her beliefs.

But she indulges the believers of the evil gods to grow and grow in her manor, and even if she doesn't know it, she has to bear a great responsibility.

Seeing Ren's promise, Eliza panicked.

As Renn said, she actually had doubts.

Since his salon has become more and more famous more than ten years ago, many people have come here because of it, and they have done some outrageous things in the secret room of the manor, which has become more and more dirty. But again and again.

Sometimes, she had to stop the salon under other excuses, but after a long time, she would encounter some inexplicable pressure from all sides in Northrael.

There were always people asking about the date of the next salon, and she couldn't tell whether the people who asked were normal or depraved.

Undercover investigations have yielded no results.

The believers of the Lord of Chaos are the most cunning. They are not like the fallen who have blood and soul attacks. Their appearance and thinking are no different from ordinary people. It is just that the gods they believe in come from the abyss. After death, their souls fall into the abyss and become the minions of the evil god.

They will also secretly connect to form an underground force.

Eliza suspected that there was such an evil **** force in Northrael, and she was deeply entangled with her salon, and even the salon became their point of contact. So every time the salon is closed, these heretic **** believers will secretly attack and force themselves to continue.

The various benefits brought by the salon also made her reluctant to report to the Justice Church.

Eliza could only barely control the situation, carefully screened the origin of each guest, and tried her best to prevent the followers of the evil **** from infiltrating.

This is her biggest secret and one of her weaknesses.

Unexpectedly, Ren was caught.

Eliza was flustered in her heart, but her face was calm, and she said nonchalantly: "Which city in the human kingdom does not have followers of the evil gods, they are like weeds that can never be eliminated. Those who do not know are innocent, even if they find a few in my manor. A heretic **** believer, what does it have to do with me?"

Ren saw that she was only strong from the outside.

He shook his head, spread his hands and said, "It's not up to me to decide whether you are guilty or not. Keep this sentence and explain it to the Grand Arbiter later. Maybe he can let you go."

The Grand Arbiter is the Pope of the Righteous Church.

The Church of Justice is not the Church of Goodness. As one of the three gods of the empire, the Church of Justice has more than a hundred times more power and strength.

The current Grand Arbiter is the Crown Prince of Luspel.

This holy swordsman with the reputation of "Sword God of Justice" is Tyrael's voter and the most powerful holy swordsman in the world. It is said that he has reached level 30 and his strength is unfathomable.

He controls the judicial system of the entire empire. He has two extraordinary armed forces, the "Silver Hand Sacred Sword Squadron" and the "Sword of Order". The temple of justice spreads across the empire but is not limited to the empire. His actual power is no less than that of the Holy Spirit Wizard, and even He has higher prestige and status than a few lonely soul wizards.

Eliza's pupils narrowed invisibly.

She had seen the Sword God of Justice several times, and she knew the strength of the other party. What was even more awe-inspiring was Lusper's ruthlessness and hostility to all demons, showing no mercy.

However, I am a holy rank and a god-chosen person, so don't be so afraid.

The Pope's identity of the Church of Goodness is not enough to make His Majesty Lusper anger him, and if he finds some connections, he should be able to exonerate him.

Eliza comforted herself.

"Just go to the Justice Church and report it. If you can help me catch the Heretic God believers, that would be great." She sat down again with a look of indifference.

If it is not for the eyes of the soul, it is likely to be deceived by Eliza's acting skills.

"Since Madam is so confident, then I'm relieved." Ren nodded, "I'll report to His Highness Lusper later, I believe he must be very interested."

After he finished speaking, he got up, "Viola, let's say goodbye."

"No." Eliza picked up the black tea and drank it leisurely.

Ren was about to open any door, as if remembering something, he turned around and said, "I almost forgot, ma'am, someone asked me to pass a letter to you."

He took out a statement with a few lines and gently placed it on the coffee table.

"letter?"

Eliza was a little puzzled and picked it up to read.

It was also the first time that Viola knew of the existence of this letter. She hadn't heard it from Ren before, so she couldn't help but be curious.

Unexpectedly, Eliza lost her composure after only reading the contents of the letter.

"This is real?"

There was a trace of fear in her eyes~www.readwn.com~ It seemed that she was more frightened than when Ren threatened her with the Cthulhu believer just now, and her hands trembled.

Ren smiled: "Is it true, Madam will know soon."

Eliza's face changed sharply.

The Eye of Soul also saw that the color of her soul was constantly changing, and she was in a fierce struggle. Ren had opened any door to prepare to enter.

"Speaker Rennes, please stay!"

Eliza hurriedly held back, and when Renn sat down again, she squeezed a smile on her face, raised her hand and brushed her red curly hair, barely regained her composure and asked, "What does Speaker Renne want?"

Ren ignored her charm and said firmly: "Please abdicate, Madam, and give up the Pope's throne and the title of president of the Imperial Art Association."