Renn looked up at a window on the third floor of the villa, where Madame Eliza's location. Since he and Viola entered the garden, they had been peering behind the window, thinking that they were unaware of it, but they just didn't want to pay attention.

"I will negotiate with her after seeing her. Just watch it, don't speak easily." Renne whispered.

"Okay." Viola nodded slightly.

After finishing the explanation, Renn opened a random door and walked in with Viola.

This is a luxurious home style reception room, with a warm and comfortable layout, with sound insulation arrays hidden in the walls and very hidden locations.

"Peeling is not a good habit, Marquis," Renn said to Eliza, who was standing by the window.

Viola bowed slightly and saluted: "I've seen the Crown."

"I yearn for all beautiful love, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances. Speaker Rennes, please forgive me." Eliza explained without changing her face, and sat down on the wide and soft sofa, pointing to the sofa and said, "Please sit down, two."

Renne shrugged without comment and sat down with Viola.

At this time, Eliza and the posture in the salon were completely different. There was not much smile on her beautiful face. She was no longer the noble lady with the style of a socialite, but she took on the airs of a holy 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 it herself.

Viola was a little hesitant.

But Renn picked up a cup without any doubt and drank two sips, exclaiming: "Good tea."

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

"In my judgment of my wife, although we have conflicts, we are not yet at the point of poisoning you." Renn smiled confidently, "You don't have the courage either."

In fact, the Eye of Soul can tell whether Eliza was poisoned at a glance, she did not.

Even if the tea is really poisonous, you don’t have to worry.

I have a level nine "toxin resistance" and strong physical fitness, and there are not many poisons in the world that can poison myself.

The world of Alan Ershi is full of countless supernatural powers, and poisons are relatively weak. Under various magical spells, the poison cannot exert much effect, and it is difficult to play a key role.

But the most important thing is that Madame Eliza does not have the courage to poison.

This is the truth, but it is also very hurtful.

Madame Eliza's face changed as soon as she heard it. She put the teacup heavily on the table, and said unhappily with a "slap", "Young man, before you is a doom warlock, the elect of the long-haired lady, representing His pope who has millions of believers in the mortal world. You should speak with caution."

"I know."

Renn responded lightly, but still didn't have much respect.

Eliza couldn't help but feel angry.

She has been living in Northrier for many years, and no one is respectful to anyone who sees her. Even Elder Nesser must keep respect in front of him and dare not offend him easily.

Who knew that he had hit a wall in front of a young man in his twenties.

Renn looked at her slightly with his head tilted, his eyes calm, as if he was looking at an ordinary extraordinary person, and he almost asked the sentence: "I know, so what?"

If Eliza was a Holy Soul Wizard, she would indeed be a little afraid, but she was not.

Warlocks are also spellcasters, but their strength is still far behind the Holy Soul Wizard. Moreover, this is the Orionthus Empire. The kingdom ruled by wizards is very different. Not all holy-level extraordinary people have supreme status.

The Pope's identity of the Meishan Church may be a high-profile title for others, but for themselves who are backing the Modu faction, there is no need to worry too much.

Viola wants to become a pope, so she must support her.

This means that sooner or later I will show up with Eliza, and 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 reception room froze.

Eliza stared at Renne tightly, her plump chest was fluctuating, runes appeared on her skin, colorful elemental energy brewing in her eyes, forming waves of elemental waves around her, as if she was about to take action with anger at any time.

Viola didn't have such great confidence and couldn't help but secretly sweat for Rennes, but she kept Rennes's previous reminder in mind and said nothing.

Rennes calmly faced the hostility of a doom warlock, and continued to drink black tea with calmness.

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

Eliza's anger was more pretending.

She suddenly smiled, "It's indeed a hero." Then she turned to Viola and said, "Viola, you've found a good man."

Viola secretly breathed a sigh of relief and responded proudly: "Thank you, Mr. Mian for the praise."

"I apologize to you for your previous actions." Eliza said in an extremely earnest tone: "We are all voters of ladies, and we should help each other and work together to spread the teachings of ladies, rather than because jealousy is against you."

"But I dare swear in the name of Lady, Viola, I have no ill intentions towards you."

"You should also feel that when you first arrived in Northrier, you brought a phonograph and a camera. I am really happy. I just want to help you run the company, promote these two inventions, and attract more believers."

"I just made a mistake by just a matter of thought, I hope you can forgive me."

After Eliza finished speaking, she stood up and bowed to Viola. From Renn's perspective, she could see the bottomless gully. He could only turn his eyes and not look at it if he was not treated properly.

This heartfelt apology immediately made Viola feel embarrassed.

She didn't know how to respond for a moment and looked back at Rennes.

What a scheming!

Rennes snorted coldly in his heart.

Eliza is worthy of being a famous socialite who has been with Northril for many years. She is good at understanding people's hearts and is very accurate in her eyes. Knowing that she is not easy to deal with here, she turns the topic to Viola, who is naturally kind. As long as she wins Viola's sympathy and understanding, she will not be able to attack again.

Eliza's anger was pretending to be just now, and now her apology was also pretending to be. This was just her procrastination strategy.

This woman is full of drama.

Drama performance is also an art. It is truly the president of the Imperial Arts Association. It has almost integrated its acting skills into its instincts, and most people really can't resist it.

Fortunately, Viola was not easy to fool, so she did not accept the apology immediately.

"Madam, please get up." Rennes said sarcastically: "You are a doom warlock, and we cannot afford such a great gift."

Eliza looked up and her eyes met Renn's mocking look.

The sad look on her face quickly disappeared, she sat back slowly, and said in a low voice: "I am willing to apologize. Whether you accept Viola or not is nothing to do with me."

The Eye of Soul changed her attitude again when she saw her mood change.

"There is no need to apologize." Renn controlled the other party's rhythm and laughed, "If the apology is useful, what else should the Saint Swordsman do?"

Eliza had a calm face, "What do you mean?"

"Mrs.'s salon is very good. I heard it is very famous in Northriel?" Renn asked back and continued without waiting for the other party to answer: "Everyone knows that Mrs. is the president of the Imperial Arts Association. The salon is held to spread the teachings of the long-haired lady. There is nothing wrong with that, but if someone secretly spreads the belief of evil gods in the Maringe Manor in the name of the salon..."

Madame Eliza finally couldn't sit still and denied sternly: "There is absolutely nothing."

Viola's face also changed drastically.

Worshiping evil gods is the most serious crime in the empire. No one dares to get involved and cannot talk nonsense.

"Whether this is true, my wife should know better than me. I'll let the Holy Swordsman come to the manor for inspection tomorrow."

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

He is not talking nonsense.

After entering the Maringe Manor, the Eye of Full View explored the layout and people of the entire manor. No matter how secret the place was, there was nowhere to be hidden, and everyone's fire of faith could be seen clearly.

In just a few minutes, Renn found some evil god believers.

They worship the Lord of Chaos. The minions of this evil god of the abyss are most likely to lurk in the human kingdom, seducing others with lust and promiscuity, causing people to fall into believers of evil gods. In name, Eliza's salon is to practice the long-haired lady's view of love, being arrogant and extravagant, and messing with relationships between men and women. It is the best cover for believers of the Lord of Chaos.

As the God-Choose, Eliza has no problem with her faith.

But she instigated the evil gods to grow and grow in her manor, and even if she didn't know it, she had to bear great responsibility.

Seeing Renn's swearing, Eliza felt panicked.

As Rennes said, she actually had doubts.

Since my salon became more and more famous more than ten years ago, many people came here to do some extraordinary things in the secret room of the manor, which became increasingly dirty. They also noticed some clues afterwards and did not dare to make a statement, but they were repeatedly banned.

Sometimes, she had to stop the salon under other excuses, but after the suspension was over, she would encounter some inexplicable pressure from all parties in Northrier.

There are always people asking about the date of the next salon, and she cannot tell whether these inquiries are normal or have fallen.

There was no result in secret investigation.

The believers of the Lord of Chaos are the most cunning. They are not like the fallen ones with blood soul attacks. Their appearance and thinking are no different from those of ordinary people. They are just that the gods of faith come from the abyss. After death, their souls fall into the abyss and become the minions of the evil gods.

They will also secretly contact and form an underground force.

Eliza suspected that there was such an evil god power in Northrier, and she was deeply entangled with her salon, and even the salon became their contact point. So every time the salon was closed, these evil god believers would secretly attack and force themselves to continue.

The various benefits of holding a salon also made her reluctant to report it to the Justice Church.

Eliza could only barely control the situation, carefully screen the origin of every guest, and try her best to prevent evil god believers from hiding in.

This is her biggest secret and one of her weaknesses.

Unexpectedly, I was caught by Rennes.

Eliza was panicked, but her face was calm, and she said indifferently: "Which city in the human kingdom does not have evil god believers, they will never be eradicated like weeds. Those who do not know are innocent. Even if a few evil god believers are found in my manor, what does it have to do with me?"

Renn saw that she was just a force on the outside but also a hard time.
To be continued...