Renne smiled without saying a word.

In the past, he thought that the Wanling Wizard was very strong, and he was known as an extraordinary profession in the late stage. The more he went back, the more powerful he became. One person was a legion.

However, when I reached a higher level, I realized that it was a bit exaggerated. The wizard of all spirits was more like a summoner after all, and it was difficult for the number of demon souls to make up for the quality gap.

Duke of Silver Star is a typical example.

As the only holy soul wizard, she is very powerful in torture and is not bad at facing opponents of the same level, but when she encounters enemies with higher ranks than her, she has almost no power to fight back.

This is actually the weakness of the entire Soul-Observing School.

The wizards of the Soul-Reigning School are not pure spell casters. The three branches rely heavily on the qualities of the demon souls, and it is difficult to challenge them beyond the level. Dean Sabra, the representative of the Transformation Wizard, is the last in the Supreme Council, and is weaker than the Duke of Silver Star.

However, Renn dared not say that the Soul-Observing School is a scumbag.

Master Wantusri* Huohuai, who is also a soul-controlling school, is extremely strong. This old man is very low-key in the Supreme Council, but his strength is no less than that of the Big Three.

Viola didn't know what Rennes was thinking, and said, "I am not a queen like Emilis. She ruled a kingdom, with more than 30 million people, rich mining resources, and treasures left by the family. I can't even get the deposit of five million gold shields."

"Why did I hear that the Meishan Church is very rich?" Ren smiled.

Most of the believers of long-haired ladies are not short of money and donate a sum to the church regularly.

Only those with rich and leisure can learn art, painting, photography, dance, and performance... Which of these talents is not expensive? The pursuit of love and beauty is even more expensive, cosmetics, clothes and shoes, and various banquet salons. The poor cannot afford to play.

The poor can believe in the long-haired lady, but believers who do not spend money will definitely not be pious enough to believe in His faith.

"That's the church's money, I dare not apply it."

Viola's voice lowered a little, "And after I took office, I realized that Madame Eliza had spent all the money from the church, and some of it was embezzled by her, and part of it was used to enjoy and squander. When she left Northril, she also took away the last cash in the account, leaving behind a financial hole of millions of gold shields. I personally spent most of the money."

The half-elf was very helpless and couldn't help complaining to Renne.

She worked hard to run a camera and record company, and finally saved some money over the years, but she didn't expect that she would have to pay for it even if she became a pope.

Not to mention the floating city, even the Wizard Tower can only think about it in your dreams.

This was the first time Renn knew about this situation, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Viola looked silent.

She has her own dignity and cannot reach out to Renne if she encounters any difficulties. Maybe it is just a small task for Renne, but she doesn't want Renne to look down on herself.

Renn understood it at a glance and sighed inwardly. Viola was still too strong.

But it is her independent personality that makes her love deeper. However, since she already knows her difficulties, she must help her. There are also some specialties in helping her. You should not be too deliberate and make it easier for her to accept.

"Viola, your birthday is coming soon." Renne immediately had an idea.

"What's wrong next month?"

Renn smiled mysteriously and said, "I have prepared a gift for you. However, you have to open this gift yourself, and I don't even know what it is inside."

"Okay, where is the gift?" Viola waited for Renn to take it out.

"I put it in a place where only I know." Renn stood up and reached out to the unparalleled half-elf, "Come with me."

Viola was curious by his mysterious appearance, her eyes full of anticipation.

She let Ren walk out of the study with his hands.

When he went downstairs and passed by the castle hall, the wind elf butler saw this scene and greeted politely: "Sir, Pope Crown."

Renn paused for a moment and ordered, "Fabian, you can go to the Modu Daily for me and publish a message."

"Yes, sir." Fabian listened with stern eyes.

"At noon three days later, Glamorgan Castle will hold an auction to sell Xinxiang Floating City in the form of a secret auction. Any imperial wizard or holy caster is qualified to participate. If you submit a deposit of 5 million gold shield, you will get an entrance ticket and return it after the auction is over." Renn said casually, "If I am not in the castle, you will register the guest list and collect the deposit on your behalf. The ultimate warrior will protect your safety."

Fabian was struck by lightning and was frightened by the news.

"Did you remember?" Renn asked.

The wind spirit nodded stiffly, his mind was blank, and he stammered: "Remember, remember, sir..."

Renne no longer cared about him and pulled Viola to the teleportation array.

Fabian stood there for a long time. When he came to his senses, he immediately ran out of the castle as fast as possible and rushed to the headquarters of the Modu Daily.
Chapter completed!