Colin looked back at Meier, feeling a little surprised.
How could Meyer say such a thing...
"You mean, you plan to quit?" Margaret's face darkened and she said coldly.
Meier nodded slightly, tried hard to maintain a smile, endured the physical discomfort, and continued to repeat:
"I am old and weak, and I was injured before..."
"Is this what the Magic Circle School teaches you?"
On the other side, Margaret's cold face began to show anger, and she asked.
As a member of the Ishtar School, in Margaret's view, the wizards of these affiliated schools are obliged to obey her orders.
Just like she naturally recruited Colin during the incident in Hua Pai District, Meyer should also obey her orders!
Now that Meier is doing this, no matter what the reason is, it is an affront to his dignity!
"Your Excellency Margaret!"
Looking at Margaret, Meier suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, and said quickly like pouring beans:
"The strength of bishop-level believers is at least equal to that of a second-level wizard, and the best among them can even rival a third-level wizard!
A third-level wizard is one level higher than Siresa, the chief wizard in charge of the Alseus Society!"
He looked at Kingsley and continued:
"According to what your Excellency said, that god believer can be on an equal footing with the bishop, how can it be possible that he only has the strength of the first level... To say the least, even if he only has the strength of a first level wizard, he cannot be treated as an ordinary priest!"
"When anything goes wrong, there must be a monster. Your Excellency Margaret, I don't want to take this risk." After Meier finished speaking, he seemed to be a little excited. He suddenly coughed and his face turned red.
His tone softened slightly and he added:
"Perhaps I think too much, but I am not strong enough. This is also for your safety. If something goes wrong during the battle..."
"It doesn't matter, you can choose to leave."
Molin suddenly spoke, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile at all in his eyes, only indifference.
"You can leave now."
"Thank you, Lord Morin."
Meier didn't notice the strangeness in Morin's tone. He looked happy, thanked Morin, then quickly bowed to Margaret, and planned to leave.
But as soon as he took a step, he broke into a cold sweat and suddenly thought that this was not a safe place, but a dangerous battlefield.
It is not safe at all to be alone!
I am really dizzy!
"Your Excellency Meier." Sowok suddenly spoke and briefly said to Meier: "This is still a battlefield, we can't retreat..."
Colin couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Meyer is so confused...
It was the battlefield now, and wizards like them were supposed to fight. As their nominal superior, Margaret had to obey no matter what target they chose, unless they were explicitly told to die.
If he refuses or withdraws... then as long as Margaret is willing, she can take it seriously and define him as a deserter!
After Sovok's reminder, Meier obviously thought of this and stopped completely.
The sweat on his forehead was clearly visible at this time, and it was winding down the ravines of the skin on his cheeks under the action of gravity. His originally pale face was now three points whiter.
"Why don't you leave? Meyer."
Margaret stood in the shadow beside the city wall and said calmly.
In order to reduce the frequency of fighting, the roads they took were more hidden and remote.
"Hey, hey, the moon is already in the sky. The priest is only two hundred meters away from here. Find him quickly, otherwise it will be bad if someone gets there first." Kingsley came out to smooth things over.
With the steps given by Kingsley, Meyer's expression changed again and again, and finally he forced out a smile and turned around.
But Margaret did not intend to end like this, she sarcastically said:
"What's the matter, Meyer? Aren't you planning on quitting?"
The smile on Meier's face froze and he lowered his head in silence.
"Let's go, it's important to earn contribution points." Morin advised, and he looked up at the sky.
From time to time, the dark clouds reveal little bits of light, either dark red or orange... I don't know what the battle behind them is like.
"Heh." Margaret snorted softly and withdrew her gaze.
It's not that they didn't think about what Meier said.
Since the priest can sit on an equal footing with the bishop, he will naturally not be a simple character!
But on this battlefield, how can we guarantee that everything will be safe...
What's more, believers with first-level strength and above in Gupil City are now being targeted and strangled, and there are no guards around the priest. Now is the best time!
Under the leadership of Kingsley, the group continued to move forward.
"Alas, why are you so troubled? How could you say such a thing..."
The male wizard under Morin suddenly sighed in a low voice to Meier, showing sympathy on his face.
"I'm just confused..." Meier raised his head and laughed to himself, then walked forward. His expression was relaxed and he didn't seem to take it to heart.
But as Colin walked aside, he saw that Meier had clearly clenched his fists, and his body was even shaking slightly from the exertion.
"This is it. After climbing over the city wall, you can see the two-story building where the priest is."
After walking a few more steps, Kingsley took the lead and crossed the tall gray city wall.
"The priest is not alone. There are two ordinary priests and five or six ordinary believers whose strength is about the same as that of a senior wizard apprentice." Kingsley continued to add.
"Are you ready?" He turned around and looked around at everyone.
"Wait a minute." Morin said softly, and a little silver suddenly appeared in his brown eyes.
"how?"
After a moment, Margaret asked softly.
This is the witchcraft that Morin is best at, and its effect is detection.
On the way here just now, relying on this witchcraft, they were able to discover the believers of the gods first every time, so that they could prepare first and take the upper hand.
The silver light in Morin's eyes gradually faded, and he nodded towards Margaret.
"Don't worry, I will never make a mistake." Kingsley said, his tone full of confidence.
The two Morins didn't answer, but just asked: "Then shall we take action now?"
Kingsley stared at the small gray building not far away, took a deep breath and nodded.
"Let's do it!"
There were many people on their side, and they had discovered the location of the target, so they did not make any elaborate plans. They just roughly discussed the witchcraft each other used and slightly matched it.
Then wait for the wizards to approach the small building.
"Now!" Kingsley shouted, and the battle began!
"Whoa!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The witchcraft suddenly broke out, shooting towards the second floor of the gray building!
For a time, the colorful lights of different witchcrafts reflected each other, as if fireworks were being set off.
The next second.
Rumble.
Rubbles were flying everywhere and gray smoke was rising. The small brick and stone building could not withstand the attack and collapsed into ruins.