The North County Monastery was still in a solemn atmosphere. Everyone seemed a little uneasy, and even the California Hotel Team seemed a little nervous.

Fortunately, Monica came back in the evening, and suddenly, everyone in the temple felt much more at ease.

And then Beta came back, which made them feel as if they had seen the core of their hearts and would do whatever they should do.

After a simple supper, the two were alone in the room.

Monica was still the almost translucent pajamas, but there was not much charming atmosphere in the room.

"How is your situation?" Monica asked.

Beta shook his head: "No clues were found. That force wiped all the traces."

Monica thought for a while and said, "I plan to use violence. I want to name one by one and force them to help me find the people. I really have no choice."

Beta nodded: "Indeed, this is a good way."

"Don't you like me using this method?" Monica's eyes lit up: "Why did you agree suddenly?"

"The situation is different. The last time the other party used a conspiracy, but just blocked your believers. It was a reasonable means and there was no blood. Therefore, if you use despicable methods to deal with them, you will fall into a inferior position. This is not very useful for your future progress."

Beta sighed and continued, "But the situation is different now. The other party used this method and even kidnapped people. I suspect they are attacking your prestige and slowly trying to force you away."

"What if I don't leave?"

Monica's eyes were shining, and her eyebrows seemed to be soaked in a halo, looking a little like a filter.

"Then call them one by one as you think." Beta said seriously: "Since the other party uses this method first, we don't need to be polite. Otherwise, others will think you are really weak."

"I'll feel relieved with you."

Monica pulled her skirt. She used to sway in front of Beta in her translucent pajamas, and never felt embarrassed, but now she felt her heart beating.

It feels like the first time I see a flower blooming.

Beta looked out the window. The silver moon outside seemed to be bright, with a ruthless cold. The moonlight was very bright, but were the two disappeared girls and Euleri's two daughters, already completely in darkness?

Gently grinding his teeth, a trace of murderous intent appeared on Beta's face: "In addition, I can also help you, I will call you one by one with you."

"Um."

Monica's head was heavy, her long hair was fluttering, and her voice was filled with uncontrollable joy.

As the same goes, marriage between people is wonderful. Monica never thought she would fall in love with a man before.

But now, she feels that falling in love with a man is a very happy thing.

One night passed.

The next day, the holy city of the God of Life was still calm, and the people at the bottom were still running for food and clothing. At the same time, they had to pray that the "anger" from the big people should not fall on themselves.

Living like this day after day.

But the upper class people were collectively in trouble.

The famous archbishop, Robes' heir, was assassinated. His eldest son was killed in a miserable manner and was hung upside down on a wooden house abandoned because of burning.

When people found him, he was swaying slightly in the wind, his face turned pale and a strange smile, as if he had seen heaven before he died.

And below the deceased, a few words were written crookedly: I said that they would name one by one.

Death of an heir is not a big deal for Robes. He has thirteen sons, so it would be okay to die a few more.

What really made him angry was the saying: name one by one.

When he heard this, Monica's beautiful face, with a bit of vicious and even arrogant face, appeared in front of him.

Robes smashed several cups in a row on the spot, and then said angrily, "It's too much to deceive others, too much to deceive others."

The old housekeeper stayed aside and did not dare to speak. He knew the owner's character. When he was angry, he would not make any moves in the end, otherwise the owner would easily vent his anger on others.

After falling a few valuable wine glasses, Robes's anger subsided a little and finally calmed down.

"That little girl was the first to attack us. She really thought our family was easy to bully." Robes snorted, and the murderous intent in her eyes became more and more powerful: "Butler, let the second son lead a team of private guards to the Northwest Temple and 'invite' Archbishop Selia back to live. Since he killed the eldest son, she should take the responsibility for the post-passing of the eldest son. The eldest son Kaka is already twelve years old, right?"

The butler nodded: "Yes, Master."

"Well, I'm old enough to make a woman pregnant. Go and tell the second child that if he can't catch the person, he doesn't have to come back."

The housekeeper took the order and left.

The door closed and the room became quiet. Robes began to deal with some family trivial matters, but as he wrote, turbid tears suddenly flowed out of his eyes.

"The boss is gone." A faint sadness appeared in Roberta's eyes.

He sat outside the window, his eyes shining through the window, looking up at the sky.

Memories inevitably appeared in front of him. He still remembered the excitement that when he was a father for the first time in his life, he almost wanted to jump into the sky.

He remembered holding his eldest son's hand and teaching him to know the flowers in the manor. He listened to his eldest son's breasts and repeated the words he taught. The satisfaction still echoed in his mind.

Although his descendants became more and more, the boss paid less attention to him.

But as the first descendant, the boss is very important in Robes's heart.

But now, there are no people!

Robes sat in a daze, staring at the sky blankly. Things about his eldest son were flashing in front of him more than 30 years ago.

He was immersed in it, as if this was the case, which would give him a feeling of going back to the past.

And when he came back to his senses from his memory, it was already evening.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded.

Taking a deep breath, the sadness and weakness on Robes's face disappeared, only calmness and a little anger.

The door opened and the butler came in.

Robes frowned: "Why are you sweating profusely?"

The old housekeeper's face looked very ugly, and he was even a little frightened. He moved his lips several times, but he could not speak out.

Robes waited a little impatiently and said angrily: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and say something hesitant."

The old butler cried and said the dumb voice with difficulty: "Master...the second young master is gone."

What!
Chapter completed!