Trafford’s Trading Club

On the roof, Vasco quickly opened his eyes and couldn't practise anything naturally for such a short period of time… Mostly sat down for a while and added some strength.

Naturally his heart is not that big, he dares to meditate in front of his enemies, looking for nothing - in other words, enemies.

But the mysterious young man in front of him was different, and his instincts told him that he would be happy to maintain peace at the moment if he did not take the initiative.

And...

And with each other's attitude, after ten minutes, they don't seem to get involved —— 10 minutes, Vasco has absolute confidence in Stra.

If Stella were so easily captured by the Black Church, then the name "Iron Fist Stella" would not be engraved in the prison of Shenwei Prison.

That's the name that frightens so many dark creature giants in God's prison.

“You don't seem... worried about that woman at all.” Vasco frowned and said, "Are you so sure she'll make it? ”

Though there are 120 reassurances about Stra, after all, the mysterious man in front of him has surpassed his understanding… implicitly, he is actually more disturbed.

But Boss Lo just smiled and didn't answer Vasco's question.

He just dragged Vasco for ten minutes, and no matter whether Ramias eventually succeeded or failed - the content of the agreement, how could it be said?

This is the most basic course of business.

At this point, Vasco knew that he could never get any more answers from the other person… He slowly exhaled the cloudiness and Sanctity recovered little by little through meditation exercises.

Maybe it's an illusion.

Vasco always felt that the Holy Power had reappeared after it had been blocked by the other side and seemed more pure than ever… resistance had increased even in the face of the surrounding fields of decadence.

He… seems to have had an unexpected benefit in just a few minutes - making Vasco suddenly feel ridiculous.

But... in any case, it is a good thing that after this hammering, the faith becomes stronger, and thus the holy power is elevated - after all, after the power reaches such a level, every uplift is difficult.

But even as he realized his strength had improved this time, Vasco still had a feeling - that his faith would be lost again as he waved his fist at this mysterious man again.

I hope… I hope this mysterious man does not come to the Holy City.

This will be the Holy Church's most terrible enemy in the world.

“Less than three minutes left…” He silently counted the time.

The mysterious woman from the Black Church hasn't come back yet, which means that Stra is still strong at this time... The question is, six or seven minutes have passed, why is there no movement down in the church?

Even the sound of a fight seems to flash past...

……

“Well, you got it! My time is expensive, hundreds of thousands up and down in minutes. ”

In the restaurant, Father Stella stood up against him, and under the black priest robe he was just wearing slippers, morale or something, naturally not.

Ramias had already climbed up... Father Stra was not attacking her, just talking about how to flatten the world after becoming a black cult.

First dive into the Holy City, find a month of dark wind to quietly destroy the Pope, then let people impersonate the Pope, then use the same method to destroy the rest of the cardinal, then replace the point.

Replace the Black Church, little by little, with the Holy Church… Then, while the heads of State come to observe the annual Holy City Mass, remove them and replace them.

“Rights, this thing has not made any progress over the years. It is in the hands of those people to live and die. It is really fucking simple! ”

Really... is it really that simple?

If it were so simple, would [non-human] have ruled the world long ago?

But in the face of Ramias' suspicion, Father Strasse snorted coldly and said, "So the more you live, the more you go back, what is inhuman? What is extraordinary? Extraordinary people are called non-human beings, have extraordinary detachment, disregard the laws of the world, power above the rules, is extraordinary! You black cultivators have mastered a lot of skill, and there's a guy or two who hangs like that, so fuck him and hide in the dark and conspire! Hey, get up, overthrow a regime, build a regime, and then don't dare to start a world inhuman war. ”

“Know what a revolution is? This is the revolution! ”

“Every day, every moon, every year, you wonder how to overthrow the repression of the Holy Church. The Holy Church has millions of believers, but what do you have! You rats can only make small moves in the dark. Look at the followers of his church. One sip at a time can drown you! ”

“Ignorance! Idiot! Empty power, but no trouble, trash! Fucking losers! ”

In the face of Father Strasse, the mad diss black cult at this time, Ramias even had the illusion... what could that be, the former Warden of the Holy Church? This product is the true ancestor of the black cult, this time the coffin board can not hold, so jump out to count the descendants...

“Father, are you sure you want to come back with me?” Lamia frowned and asked.

Is the priest really crazy or is he fake mad?

The Church's headquarters has always been a secret, and the Holy Church has not given up searching for the headquarters of the Black Church for many years… Father Stra wants to ask about the Church's headquarters at this time, even with the high possibility of taking risks.

“How can I lie to you?” Father Stra is pointing at the cross around his neck, "See, as you know, I'm a priest out walking the river and the lake! The priest knows we won't lie! Even if we lie, it's a good faith and a beautiful lie! ”

Time is running out.

Ramias is also silently calculating the time… The owner of the estate has only promised to hold Vasco for ten minutes - Vasco has not even appeared now and is clearly completely suppressed.

There was a new speculation in her mind about the strength of the estate owner… but once the time had passed and Vasco had returned, the situation was the worst for her.

[Armored by the Goddess] has been directly deprived of destruction by Father Stra, who, by herself, may not even be able to resist a single punch of Vasco.

A decision must be made as soon as possible!

Ramias bites his teeth and takes a deep breath in the airway: "Father, if you're really going to join the Black Order, then fine, I'll be your guide! I will report your request to the inside of the Order and await a ruling from the Order Headquarters! ”

“That's right! Waste all my saliva!” Father Strasse didn't say it very well at the moment: “Remember to tell your cult that there aren't a hundred dozen sexy nuns to invite me, don't want me out of here! And you, I blew up your armor. I've seen you! You'll never get away with this! ”

Ramias was shocked... Father Stra had shocked her so much that she had even forgotten what she had revealed after the armor had been blown up.

“I will come back as soon as I have news… Father. ”

Ramias stared closely at Father Strasse and stepped back… Father Strasse had no intention of catching up or interfering.

As soon as he left the door, Ramirez did her best to evacuate quickly.

……

“Time's up. ”

On the roof, Boss Lo suddenly said this... Vasco was relieved - he actually saw a figure fleeing the church, and the back was obviously the mysterious woman of the black cult.

Just before the time came, Vasco had the heart to catch up but dared not move. He could only watch the other side escape… the dark curtain, but also disappeared at this time.

“Excuse me. ”

After taking a step back, Boss Lo disappeared in front of Vasco.

Chief Vasco sighed, claiming he had less power than any other in the world, and had always easily suppressed all dark creatures. Today, he really planted a giant struggle.

I don't know what happened to Stella.

With this in mind, Vasco hastily walked into the church, searched all the way, and saw Father Stra, who had nothing to do with it, without regard for the alternates of the knights who had been knocked out by him.

The restaurant is a little messy and there seems to have been a simple fight… Apart from the fact that there is a huge pit with a human figure on the ground, the situation is much better than Vasco thought.

“How did you let the cult go?” Vasco frowned.

“What if I don't let you go?” Father Stra digs his nose and says, "I can be a grandfather at my age. Do you still want to stay and talk to me about a dusk love? What do you think this place is? Ban the shelter? This is a church, a sacred place! ”

Hold on to the urge to kill this guy, Vasco whispered, "I'm serious! ”

Father Stra also said positively: "I'm serious too! My [Pure Yang Boy Gong] is about to be fully satisfied. I can't get anywhere near a woman at this time! ”

Vasco sat down with his forehead pinched and poured himself a glass of water, "I was dragged down by a horrible guy and could barely come back. ”

He wanted to go into detail about the mysterious young man, and Strasser's identity went straight to the point: “I know. ”

“You know what?” Vasco frowned, shocked. "Do you know where this mysterious young man came from? ”

“No, I don't.” Father Stra shook his head.

“I don't know you. Say a ball!” Vasco slapped his hands on the table - decades of old friends, and the number of times they lifted the table from each other's fingers and toes together didn't count.

“I don't know.” Father Stra shrugged at the moment: “But it's enough to know one thing. ”

Vasco subconsciously asked, "What is it? ”

Father Strasse pointed at himself and said slowly, "Is that enough for me to add you, and the whole Holy Church, to play with one finger? ”

“What?! ”

Vascoton lost consciousness when he pressed his hands against the table and stood up... faint, “What do you know! ”

Father Stra suddenly said, “Vasco, for the sake of decades of old friends, I advise you to hurry! There's no point in staying in the Holy Church. If you believe in anyone, you have to believe in Him... even if you believe in me! ”

“Enough! Stella! Jokes have to have a score! You're out of line! ”

Vasco was really angry this time... Father Stra glanced silently and then shrugged his head back, “When I didn't say it. ”

“No, I know you're hiding a lot!” Vasco takes a deep breath: “Otherwise you wouldn't have left Divine Will without saying a word... you have to make it clear today that my patience has been grinding for decades and would have been exhausted! ”

“You really want me to say it?” Father Stra asked suddenly.

Vasco glanced.

Father Stra sighed, "Actually, it was the Pope, the old man, who was jealous of me. When we were younger, we grew up together and loved a girl together. The girl finally chose me, and the Pope had always hated me. That was not true. When Ammonster had betrayed me when he had betrayed me, I let him go. In the end, the Pope found out about this handle... This is great, he appointed to deal with me. You said," God willing, where can I stay? "Of course, it's a sneaky one! ”

Vasco whispered, subconsciously: "Bullshit! You and I are clearly the same village, when did you become Pope... STRA!! You old fuck!!! ”

Father Strasse doesn't know when he's gone.

……

Church, rooftop.

Looking at the alternates of the Holy Knights still lying on the roof, Father Stra shook his head... he walked up to the alternates and sighed, “Really, Vasco doesn't even know how to clean up the garbage. ”

Speaking, Father Stra kicked several young cavalier alternates straight down...

“And broke my cross again! ”

The priest then rushed to the cross standing on the roof, holding the cross upright.

By then, the sky had completely dimmed and there were a lot of lights in the town, but it was always possible to light up the darkness... Father Stra struck an arrears and turned around and saw a figure standing in front of him.

Cool wind routine, the white shirt is rolled and rolled... Teacher Pudding.

“I seem to be late, depending on the situation. Is this over?” Teacher Pudding looked around, carrying a bag of dirt in his hand, and he apologized at the moment: “A little further away. ”

Father Stra said softly: "Being late is not a big problem, as long as you haven't been absent. ”

Instead, Teacher Pudding laughed: “I never guessed your mute mystery… whether you were really crazy or fake. ”

Father Stra said, "Of course I'm normal! ”