Chapter 194 The Gap Between the God's Dependent and the God's Chosen One Is Full of Hostile Views
Chapter 194 The gap between God’s loved ones and God’s chosen ones, a hostile meeting (10K)
Afterwards, Kyle went back to the room and lay down with a relieved look on his face.
But what he didn't know was that in the dark corner of the capital of the Duke of England, an unknown change was taking place.
2 Jin Rice is a new player who has just entered the game. As a new player, 2 Jin Rice’s favorite thing is to explore the customs of the Gate of the Nether.
Including but not limited to fox girls, female ghosts, snake girls... Unfortunately, the review mechanism of this game is too strict, which directly results in many plots that he likes to see cannot be staged.
Perhaps it was because the life of moving bricks for five days and living in Fengqing Street for one night was too luxurious. Not long after he was transferred to a stalker, after eating grapes from a fragrant fox girl,
Then a group of weirdos came to the door.
The first time he saw the group of weirdos, he thought he had received some hidden mission. Anyway, he would not die due to his low level, so he followed these malicious people without hesitation.
People, let's see if there's any good money to be made.
But obviously things are not as simple as he imagined.
In the sewers all over the capital of the Duke of Inkilans, he saw a scene that was almost certainly impossible to pass the trial...the corpses of experimental subjects were everywhere, as well as a man who looked at him with a smile, and it looked like he had no good intentions: "Science"
wack".
Instinctively thinking that this person looked disgusting, 2 pounds of rice punched the smiling pie in the face without hesitation.
Then he lived a life as if he were in prison, and the "Frankenstein" began to move his body while smiling.
Of course, it's not the kind of improper manipulation, the main thing is to directly carry out various strange experiments on himself. This guy 2 pounds of rice is also a very curious player.
If it were an ordinary player, when he saw his body being transformed into a creature of the destroyer type, not only would he not choose to reset his game character back to the resurrection point immediately, but he would instead hum a few words, "Ouch."
"Hey" and then started to enjoy this kind of body transformation.
Well, to be honest, 2 Jin of Rice just wanted to see what these strange NPCs who suddenly took me to the sewers wanted to do.
For this reason, he doesn't even mind having his body directly harmonized into a mosaic.
Speaking of which, these NPCs are quite strange.
Before approaching me at the beginning, I first asked him "Do you want to do a big business? If it succeeds, it will give you huge benefits that can be used until you reach the extraordinary level."
Hearing this sentence, 2 Jin of Rice suddenly became unhappy.
Am I the kind of person who is unjust for profit?
Well, I am!
Make money, don’t be embarrassed!
He decisively put on a flattering smile on his face, allowing himself to use the benefits of the Transcendent level. If he resold them to those NPCs, Fengqing Street would invite three beauties of different races to feed him grapes.
I can eat it for a month!
In principle, this matter can be done!
Then the NPC who pulled him to the sewer showed a bright smile on his face, and said something like, "Good brother, I saw that you are a good colleague for our Black Sun Church. Believe us, our Black Sun Church has a unique
The other promotion channels, as long as you can come back alive and kill the people under the other bishop, you will have a lot of money and power."
Oh, it's still a church, but the people in this church don't look very serious. Let's not talk about why it is necessary to "kill people from another bishop" to get promoted and make a fortune. Just look at this guy's painting gesture,
It already smells a bit like pyramid schemes.
Of course, compared to that notorious industry, this guy's face looks more like those companies that came to universities to recruit students. They used PPT to promote one against another. When it comes to salary, benefits and so on,
I immediately started to shift my attention.
What if you accidentally recruit a group of people into your company and work there for a month, 996,007 per day, a wolf culture, management trainees need to work harder in the process of growing up...
After a set of messy punches, I got my salary in the middle of the month.
Five insurances and one housing fund add up to 4,000!
It can’t even keep up with the amount of personal income tax paid.
Classic, so classic!
This is why when he saw the guy dressed like Frankenstein, he immediately punched him.
That’s right, the tragic experiences he mentioned above from school recruitment to graduation were all experienced by one of his... friends!
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What's more interesting is that even if he punched the guy in the face who looked like a big liar, he was... not angry.
Instead, he smiled and said to 2 pounds of rice: "Very good, very energetic, and you attack me, the bishop, without thinking when we meet you. You are indeed a qualified Black Sun believer!"
We followers of the Black Sun must be able to do things that ordinary people cannot and dare to attack our colleagues at any time. Now you have initially possessed such qualifications!"
The dogs shook their heads after hearing this.
These guys look like they have some serious mental illness. They even praised themselves after being punched. Are they really a group of crazy followers of the evil god?
Then 2 pounds of rice quickly paid the price for my naivety.
"Ouch!"
The 2 kilograms of rice, whose body was almost swollen into a tank, groaned.
This damn Frankenstein had some personal grudges when he did it on himself. He felt that the pain all over his body was almost beyond the limit of what he could bear.
Damn it, the pain shielding system of this game doesn’t seem to work that well. It feels like this kind of soreness is almost catching up with the soreness and weakness after a cold!
"Hahaha, we succeeded, we succeeded! Sure enough, compared to those untouchables in the lower city, the people of Changdea are obviously more useful!
Those previous experimental subjects had already lost control of their bodies due to excessive pain before they could sustain themselves to this point. How could they still maintain a basic human form and move like this guy does now!"
The face of the bishop who still has no name was filled with an unusual blush, as if he had been drunk, and he said unsteadily:
"Although the 'Evil God Flesh Experimental Subject' project is not yet able to produce a perfect product, the quality of this little guy is still very good. It can be used as a prop for one-time attacks. In terms of pure physical destructive power, it can already catch up with the Holy Spirit.
domain.
Stia, as long as you find me a few more undead people and make a few more evil god flesh test subjects, we will definitely be able to give that idiot Sith a good look!"
"Ouch!"
2 pounds of rice hummed again, and then the sound attracted Frankenstein's attention. He turned his head to look at 2 pounds of rice. The smile on his face was no longer there, leaving only a cold and ferocious villain's face.
He raised his foot and kicked 2 kilograms of rice hard on the head.
Along with the dull crashing sounds, he showed a satisfied expression on his face and whispered:
"In this way, if I seize the position of archbishop from the hands of the Sith, there will definitely be no problems!"
The woman called Stia had a flattering smile on her face, slowly approached Frankenstein, and said slowly:
"Bishop Lloyd, does this count as the success of the evil god's incarnation experiment?"
Frankenstein Lloyd showed a satisfied expression on his face, stretched out his hand into Stia's black robe, and snorted:
"We have basically completed 80% of our original target plan. The most important thing now is to try this big thing to see if it is easy to use.
What's the matter, you pony is so flea-ridden, my transformed baby can't satisfy you anymore? I saw that you were staring at the experimental subject with greedy eyes just now, what, do you want to try my masterpiece?"
Stia held her face in her hands, showing an embarrassed expression, and said with a low smile: "Bishop Lloyd is really great, but sometimes people want to change their taste."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these guys are despicable!"
Seeing that the live scene was almost moving towards an immediate direction, 2 kilograms of rice did not continue to ouch, but began to watch the drama of this couple of dogs with great interest.
"You are so impatient, are you really that impatient? How about I call a few more believers tonight? They must be starting to repent now." Bishop Lloyd had a malicious look on his face.
Stia blinked her big eyes with kohl, and said with a silly smile: "It's also a good suggestion, but now before satisfying the believers, can you please ask Bishop Lloyd to satisfy the little girl?"
As she spoke, she ignored Bishop Lloyd's restless hand movements and moved further towards him.
Good guy! I call him good guy!
The 2 kilograms of rice on the side just felt that these guys really knew how to play.
Is this content I can see without paying?
Before he could think about it, he saw the female believer of the Dark Sun named Stia reaching down with her restless little hand.
Then……
"Ah...what are you doing!?" Bishop Lloyd roared angrily.
At that moment, a broken dagger flashing with silver light suddenly passed through his body, and a dark T-shaped piece of meat fell to the ground.
"Of course... I'm going to kill you!" The sudden change frightened 2 Jin Rice's body to tremble.
I saw that woman taking advantage of Bishop Lloyd's fatal injury, she instantly moved forward and struck a fatal blow with her respected Bishop Lloyd.
The 2 kilograms of rice that was restricted on the experimental table watched as Stia's sharp blade penetrated Bishop Lloyd's chest. The woman still had a silly smile on her face. Looking from behind, she looked like lovers kissing each other.
Just like a hug.
Bullfrog Bullfrog!
With 2 kilograms of rice, I felt like I was watching a big show.
Seeing Bishop Lloyd lying on the ground in pain, with blood flowing all over the floor, Stia flicked the dagger in his hand, and a long line of blood splashed all over the floor:
"Sorry, Bishop Lloyd, I am a member of the Sith Archbishop. In your words...hehe, I am a mole!
I really want to try the taste of the experimental body of the evil god, but I'm sorry, what I want to try is the taste of the experimental body in the hands of the Sith Archbishop.
As for you, when we use the experimental subjects, you can just take the blame in the underworld! Goodbye, my dear Bishop Lloyd! In fact, the Sith Archbishop tastes better than you! Ahem..."
As he spoke, Stia suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and stared blankly at a black stick that passed through his chest.
The black stick was flashing with magic aura. It was under the blessing of that magic aura that the protective equipment on her body was penetrated by a blow as if it was not worn at all.
"Oh, I originally said that your child is quite useful... but why are you so restless? No, it's a pity that people are dying like this now.
But don’t worry, I will put you into the freezing liquid. After all, you at least have a pretty good body. Although the market for corpses is relatively niche, there will be some people who will like it after it is processed...
…
Goodbye, my dear Stia, may you continue to enjoy boundless happiness in the kingdom of my god Cyric!"
Standing behind Stiya was a completely uninjured Bishop Lloyd.
He kicked Stiya away and came to the body of his other "self" that fell to the ground: "It seems that the technology of the secret magic doll needs to be further improved!"
Good guy! This drama is like a mantis stalking a cicada, with the oriole behind!
Looking at this situation, I can't understand the twists and turns of this situation. Who is the praying mantis and who is the oriole?
But one thing is for sure... Hey, I seem to have become the cicada who was arrested?
Just as he was thinking this, Bishop Lloyd, who was approaching 2 kilograms of rice, suddenly coughed.
As he coughed louder and louder, thumbs came out of his throat with a whine.
Those thumbs stuck out more and more, turning from thumbs to palms. Finally, two slender female palms squeezed out of his throat, pulled his mouth open, and pulled it open with force.
Bishop Lloyd's mouth was stretched wider and wider!
Finally, with a "wow" sound, the flesh and blood on his cheeks were torn apart.
Unprecedented cruel scenes appeared in the shocked eyes of 2 Jin Rice. Those scenes were so cruel that they triggered his own holy light shielding system.
At that moment, he felt as if his eyes were blind and he couldn't see anything.
Stiya, who had fallen to the ground, stood up with a trembling body.
"Ahem... The secret technique of flower limbs, my bishop, this is the secret technique that you redeemed for me personally, why don't you improve your memory?
It's a pity... ahem, Bishop Lloyd is indeed a bishop... ahem... in the end, it's just a life-for-life with you!
This is really...a pity!"
There was a painful expression on Stiya's face, and she tried to stand up unsteadily, but in the end, like a patient who had regained consciousness, he soon fell down again.
So the only ones left on the scene were Bishop Lloyd, whose face and throat had been torn into two pieces, and Stia, who fell to the ground and didn't move for a long time.
The scene fell into extreme silence for a while. 2 Jin Rice felt the situation of the scene coldly, and suddenly felt a sense of dullness.
These two people died like this?
Wait, you are controlling my body to cause destruction!
Why were you just locked on the operating table?
Five minutes passed like this. Just when 2 kilograms of rice felt helpless about his current situation, there was another movement outside the passage.
I saw a group of Black Sun believers, like Lloyd and Stia, wearing black robes, hurried in, took a look at the scene, and their expressions changed slightly for a moment.
"Something happened to Bishop Lloyd. Everyone, please immediately pass the relevant information to the superiors and destroy Stia's body. No matter why she died, tell the superiors that it was Archbishop Sith who ordered Stia to kill Bishop Lloyd.
!”
A middle-aged man who was obviously a relatively high-ranking Black Sun believer said coldly.
Suddenly, there was another coughing sound in the dark basement.
As if it was quickly contagious, the coughs made by a group of people became louder and louder, and a finger was spit out by one of them.
Then, like a chain reaction, more and more fingers spit out from the throats of these people, until they looked at their faces in horror as a pair of palms appeared in their mouths, pulling their chins and ruthlessly pulling their chins.
Use some force.
Accompanied by the wailing of a group of people, everything soon returned to calm.
The group of followers of the Black Sun who came in were all dead.
It was only then that Stia stood up slowly, and glanced around with vigilant eyes, as if she was afraid that Bishop Lloyd would show up again.
But this time, there was silence.
Stiya's face finally became a little more relaxed, and she chuckled: "I won after all."
When she finished saying this, she stood up slowly, dragged her body, which only had time for emergency treatment, to walk to 2 kilograms of rice, with a drunken expression on her face:
"The next things can be implemented according to the established plan!"
She carefully dismantled the device that controlled the large experimental subject, and then based on the tricks she had learned from hiding next to Bishop Lloyd to control the large man, after giving an order, 2 kilograms of rice obeyed her command as expected.
followed her instructions.
Stia took control of the evil god's flesh-experimented body, with a satisfied smile on her face.
She turned around and started destroying the scene.
Soon all traces of their activities at the scene disappeared. In order to prevent any mage from backtracking through specific means, she even smeared the scene with the blood of the evil god.
The mysterious power hidden in these blood will automatically protect the scene from the retrospection of prophecy mages, and even cause those mages to suffer a certain degree of backlash.
After all this was done, the body was chopped into pieces and thrown into the sewer, Stiya then left the scene with 2 kilograms of rice, whose expression was completely numb.
As a fun-loving person, he planned to post everything he encountered today on the game forum. He felt that he needed to remind the players...
Please, judging from the current situation, it is not the indigenous people who are in dire straits now, but the players who call themselves the fourth natural disaster.
Are you kidding me? These NPCs are really good at what they do, linking one link after another, like matryoshka dolls.
At least judging from the shallow virtual online game playing experience of 2 Jin of Rice, I am afraid that many players are not as smart as the NPCs in this game.
Cherish life and stay away from NPCs!
This was the first thought that came to his mind.
What 2 Jin Rice didn't know was that when he was controlled by Stia and left the sewer where the mysterious research site was hidden, something was slowly crawling in the shadows.
"Oops, it's really dangerous! I almost couldn't help but expose myself!" Bishop Lloyd reappeared in the underground space with a disgusting smile on his face.
He looked at the scene that had been completely destroyed by Stia, grabbed his messy hair, and whispered:
"In this way... the evil god's body test body was sent to that old Sith bastard in a 'reasonable' way. I just don't know if that guy would be so impatient.
Ahaha, when the evil god's flesh-experimented body attacks Baron Heloise uncontrollably, I wonder how my dear Sith Archbishop will face that angry old lion?"
Bishop Lloyd knocked on the wall, and saw a vibration on the wall of the royal capital's sewer. A small wall slowly separated, revealing the box inside that had been hidden by Bishop Lloyd.
Next, the capital of Duke Inkilans will become a place of disputes. He accepted a mission from a big shot and asked to guide the members of the Church of the Dark Sun hidden in the capital to get involved in this dispute.
What the purpose was, he obviously didn't know.
But Bishop Lloyd knew that the plan he planned with the help of that big shot would most likely cause a major earthquake in the royal capital.
And this... is exactly in line with the teachings of the supreme god Cyric, whom he trusts and respects.
"Ah! My great god Cyric, your loyal believer Lloyd is weaving a grand conspiracy night banquet for you. In order to make this night banquet grand, a Archbishop will be sacrificed...
There’s no problem with that, right?”
A cheerful smile appeared on the face of this crazy scientific researcher, which was the supreme happiness after succeeding in his conspiracy.
All Cyric's fanatics are always ecstatic about the conspiracy hidden in the dark corners and weaving one conspiracy after another.
And this time, it just happened to involve Kyle.
After all...among all the candidates for the Grand Duke, isn't it Baron Heloise who gets the most attention right now?
"Oh, my beloved God, how you make me feel so jealous!"
"As expected, as your Divine Chosen One, the favor I can get from you is still limited! There is indeed an insurmountable ditch between the Divine Chosen One and the Divine Familiar.
But it doesn’t matter, God, Lloyd will continue to work hard, and one day, sooner or later, I will regain your supreme favor from that Baron Heloise!"
When Bishop Lloyd said this, the cheerful smile on his face was hard to describe.
It is precisely because Bishop Lloyd is Cyric's chosen one that he understands even more clearly that there are two completely different treatments between the chosen ones and the chosen ones.
If we insist on a metaphor, we should compare the gods to a rich forty-year-old uncle.
The Chosen One is like a young call girl.
The rich forty-year-old man came to the foreign aid girl, picked up a wad of banknotes in his hand, and slapped the foreign aid girl in the face.
The foreign aid girls did not dare to resist at all, but raised their heads like puppies and waggled their tails to beg for mercy from their sponsors.
Whatever the benefactor asks me to do, if the benefactor asks the foreign aid girl to do something, then the foreign aid girl must do it. If the benefactor has nothing to do, the foreign aid girl will find a way to make herself capable of doing it.
After it was over, the foreign aid girl could only say sourly: "Obviously I am the same age as your daughter, but she took your money and spent it as she pleased, while I can only lie here and let you play as you please."
The middle-aged uncle glanced at the foreign aid girl with disdain.
Can you be the same as her?
Then he turned to her side and slapped her in the face, saying, "Stop talking nonsense and do it yourself. I'm not satisfied yet."
Well, it's quite sad to say that.
If Kyle were to know Bishop Lloyd's current mentality, he would probably laugh twice and then perform a show about what it means to be favored by God.
Why did Kyle dare to directly smash the four gods' belongings on his body? Aren't he afraid of being punished by the gods?
The answer is actually very simple.
If you are punished for such a thing, then you are not considered a favored one by God.
Just like Bishop Lloyd's metaphor of the foreign aid girl who was slapped in the face, Kyle, as a favored person of God, received the middle-aged man's promise to "spend whatever you want" after taking over the bank card from the forty-year-old middle-aged man.
She glanced at the middle-aged man who was nominally called her father with an unhappy look on her face, then went directly to the bank, transferred all the money from the bank card to her account, and then ran in front of the middle-aged man.
Cut off the bank card in front of him.
The middle-aged uncle would just be stunned for a moment, and then say with a smile: "It's okay, you can use it. It was originally given to you, so you can do whatever you want."
This metaphor is actually very appropriate.
Because most of the time, the beings who receive divine favor often have the blood of the god who bestowed the divine favor flowing on them.
In many cases, they may even be the descendants of humans and gods, born demigods.
How can one become a god's dependent so easily without retaining some divine blood?
But it was precisely because Lionheart knew the life experience of both Kyle's parents that he was so surprised when he saw so many gods appearing in Kyle.
There is absolutely no way that Kyle has divine blood flowing through him.
Lionheart knows this very well.
But when he saw Kyle again, he immediately thought he was a hybrid monster that came from nowhere and was born after four gods participated in the impart.
Take a closer look.
Good guy, this is weird, why is it Kyle? Is he being parasitized by some unknown thing?
Then he carefully checked Kyle's mental state and finally made a conclusion.
This child still has pure lion-heart blood and lion-heart evidence, and he can definitely be his own child.
What else can he do? It's all done.
The gods' favor has already gone to Kyle, so he can only think that Kyle is a particularly popular kid, and then a group of gods saw him right and recognized him as their godson.
Of course, whether it was Bishop Lloyd's side of things or Lionheart's innermost thoughts, Kyle was not omniscient and omnipotent, so naturally he would not know.
Kyle, who put away the lesson plan in his hand, looked at the students surrounding him with a smile on his face.
These young children have all just entered the Secret Volume Master Academy. The younger ones are only the age of elementary school students in their previous lives, and the oldest ones are in the first year of junior high school.
Seeing these children with "I'm very curious" expressions on their faces, begging Kyle to tell more about the concept of Battle Mage and the simplest combat experience of Battle Mage, always makes Kyle sort out through the teaching process.
While learning your own system, you can also experience the joy of being a teacher.
The nurturing pleasure of watching children grow up is really an important reason why many old masters can persist in being teachers.
Although sometimes I will be tortured enough by the naughty children who are very naughty.
Kyle pushed away the hand of a little girl who grabbed his arm and shook him, asking him to explain some simple and easy-to-understand battle mage skills.
He smiled and tapped the child's forehead with his finger.
"Ah, teacher, it hurts!" The little girl complained.
Kyle snorted, did not tighten the serious expression on his face, showed a smile, and said to her:
"That's the end of today's class. If you have any questions, go home and summarize them first. Don't think about them one by one. Sorry, the teacher is busy today. Let's do it next time!"
Hearing Kyle's gentle voice, the little girl felt that the little resentment in her heart suddenly disappeared.
She reluctantly stretched out her finger and said, "Well, teacher, let's hook up. Next time I bring all the questions over, you must tell me them all!"
Kyle was amused by the child's childish words. He nodded and gave birth to a little finger. He held the little hand together and made a solemn promise:
"On this point, you can trust your teacher and me. Next time, remember to be prepared."
After saying that, he picked up the lesson plan, turned around and left the lecture theater.
When he walked out the door, he saw Senior Sister Lily leaning against the wall, kicking the ground with her smooth and slender legs.
When she raised her head and looked at Kyle, she had an embarrassed smile on her face and said softly:
"Ah, Kyle, I'm waiting for you."
"Just go in directly. There are still a lot of empty seats in the lecture theater. Wouldn't it be boring to wait outside?" Kyle always felt that Senior Lily seemed a little too outsider.
After all, strictly speaking, she is now Teacher Lucius's teaching assistant, and she can go in directly when he is teaching.
Just as he was thinking this, Lily stretched out her hand and wrapped her hair around her ears, twisting it around, and said shyly:
"Actually, I'm okay. I was reading a magic book when I was waiting outside!"
As if to confirm the reliability of what she just said, she decisively took out a thick tome from the space equipment and talked about which part of the content she had just read outside and what thoughts she had.
When she talked about magic-related things, the expression on her face was so serious that Kyle couldn't even bear to interrupt her explanation of her thoughts on the new magic theories she had learned.
Senior Lily takes magic very seriously.
No matter how many times, Kyle could see it in her.
Having talent, daring to work hard, and being willing to devote her body and mind to it, at least on the road to magic, such a senior Lily has the possibility of constantly climbing to the next level in the future.
Thinking of this, a relaxed smile appeared on his face and he said:
"Senior Lily, magic still has a long way to go, let's work hard together!"
"Yeah!" Lily nodded vigorously, seeming to have remembered something, and said with a smile:
"Compared to this, Kyle, you are really popular with the junior students in the lower grades!"
Kyle was stunned for a moment and said: "No matter what, if you were to give the lecture, these children would also like it very much.
But, to be honest, being able to explore the mysteries of the road of magic with these young children does give people an urge to continue fighting!"
"If you can think of it that way, that's really great.
Teacher Lucius said some time ago, Kyle, you have learned too much magic. At your age, it is easy to fall into a situation where you don't know what to use because you have learned too much magic.
Teacher, he really hopes that you can sort out a path that is most suitable for your magic combat as soon as possible on the road to teaching magic to lower-level students."
Lily thought of Teacher Lucius' private complaints about Kyle's excessive learning speed and great pressure, and laughed softly.
"Yes, I understand." Kyle seemed to have thought of Teacher Lucius's resentful expression, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face.
It is not an easy thing to see such an expression from Teacher Lucius.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly noticed a bit of noise coming from the edge of the corridor.
His eyes looked over subconsciously.
What caught his eye was a middle-aged man wearing noble attire, walking in his direction with a cane.
The moment he saw Kyle, a hint of joy flashed across his face and he shouted:
"Baron Heloise, please stay!"
Kyle frowned, turned to look at him, and said, "What's the matter?"
The middle-aged nobleman obviously also had a professional status. He seemed to be walking very slowly, but in fact, he took a few steps forward and quietly blocked Kyle's retreat.
Well, he thought it was just blocked.
Seeing that Kyle didn't move much, he who was a little nervous relaxed a little, coughed and said:
"Baron Heloise, I am Viscount Algeran of the Royal Court's Noble Council. You are suspected of being involved in a murder case of a descendant of a nobleman. Come with us now!"
Kyle raised his head slightly, with a funny expression on his face: "Have you... studied the Federal Code?"
"As a member of the Royal Court's Noble Council, how could I not have learned this? Baron Heloise, are you questioning our professionalism?" The middle-aged noble snorted coldly.
After hearing what he said, Kyle raised a smile on his lips and whispered:
“According to the definition of the scope of the relevant rights of the Council of Nobles in the Federal Code, the Council of Nobles has the right to take precedence when executing corresponding cases related to the nobility, but...
For communication work, the Noble Council needs to apply to the corresponding local Noble Council organization, and then let the security agency of the relevant department make the notification.
In the Principality of England, the department with such power is the Bronze Cross. According to previous regulations, temporary cross-border law enforcement is not allowed unless there are crimes against the Federation, treason, and crimes against the conventions of all races of mankind."
Kyle sighed and said with a slightly pitiful expression: "Back to the question just now, I seem to vaguely remember that someone just swore to me and told me not to question other people's professionalism...
If you had not studied properly in relevant institutions, cheated, and spent your most precious time on useless intrigues, I personally feel that if it were me, I would try my best to hide myself.
At least this way, you don't have to expose your stupidity to everyone."
Kyle's words caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding students, but the guy who claimed to be Viscount Algeran's eyes did not waver, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"You're quite sharp-tongued. Are you done? If you're done, just come with me!"
When Kyle saw this person's expression, how could he not know that this person was just pretending to be stupid? Of course he knew that what he was doing was illegal, but for various reasons, he had already prepared to punish himself even if it was not legal.
I plan to take it away.
A trace of boredom flashed in Kyle's eyes, and he had begun to dislike this guy for being too noisy.
But his reason told him that it was best not to take action immediately.
After all, if you really want to talk about it, if you attack the relevant personnel of the Royal Court Noble Council, even if it was reasonable at first, it will become unreasonable.
Thinking of this, he was just about to say something when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
Kyle was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he realized that at some point, Teacher Lucius had already arrived beside him.
"Stop talking, let me do it." Kyle suddenly thought of Teacher Lucius's voice. It was speaking. It was a small skill that a mage possesses after his spiritual power has been activated to a certain extent. It cannot even be regarded as a spell.
Lucius glanced at several people with his cold eyes, and suddenly laughed:
"It's interesting that a small character who even Grantham looks down upon dares to come and comment on my students."
The next moment, as the expressions of several middle-aged nobles suddenly changed, a spell of confusion and control swept across their bodies in an instant.
Kyle knew that the magic control spell was a single-body mind control spell, but in Lucius's hands, this single-body control spell suddenly turned into a group control spell, and it landed almost directly on that target.
On several nobles of the Royal Court’s Noble Council.
"Tell me, who asked you to come?" Lucius's eyes were as cold as June Feixue.
Just by looking at him, everyone felt the frightening pressure.
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Street Diary:
Both of us were urged to get married again. In life, after all, we will inevitably be urged by our family members, and we obviously still have a lot of time to talk.
I recently consulted friends who had recovered from the disease and found that many of them were updating at that same time, and then found that they had plenty of coding time, but now they couldn't finish writing.
It was as if a hole had been opened in my head, and my concentration dropped significantly, including me. I always felt like my head was full of shadows, shaking, and I seemed to have become a lot stupider.
(Evaluation: According to Xianyu, I seem to have become a lot stupider recently. Just kidding, haven’t I always been this stupid?)