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"call……"

The high priest blew out a smoke ring.

Handing out the nearly finished cigar, Foden reached out to take it and placed the cigar across the edge of the ashtray.

The first time he helped the high priest put out his cigarette, he directly put the end of the cigar into the ashtray. The high priest said this was disrespectful to the cigar.

After that incident, Foden did spend a lot of time studying these things.

He doesn't feel irritated, nor does he feel that the high priest has too many things to do. The fact is that sometimes you have some hobbies and behavioral habits, which can make it easier for your subordinates to accompany and get close to you.

No matter what, it's much better than sitting around fearfully.

"Foden, you are right. This trial is not in vain. The Whip of Order in the York City Region has done a good job in this matter, and the situation has been opened up.

So, do you regret it?"

Foden smiled bitterly and said: "Sometimes, it is most correct to stop when things are good. The lower-level system of the Whip of Order has been depleted for too long, and it is almost impossible to fully recover in a short period of time. Therefore, progress is a kind of

Harvest.”

"It's good that you think so. However, you overlooked one thing."

"Great Priest, please make it clear."

"How can a knife have its own ideas? If a knife can be used to decide the force of the blow, when to stop and when to withdraw, then who would dare to reach out and hold the knife?"

Foden trembled and immediately knelt down beside the coffee table.

"High Priest, I agreed to some matters without authorization and my subordinates made decisions. Please forgive me."

The high priest glanced at the whip bearer kneeling in front of him, silently picked up a piece of candy from the coffee table, put it into his mouth, and said while holding it:

"What I want is a mad dog, so that I can scold it in front of outsiders and tell them that it is very well-behaved and will not bite. But now you have said what I said, so what should I say?"

Woolen cloth?"

"High Priest... I was wrong, I am guilty."

"I pulled up the half-dead whip of order again to fight against those things that were too focused on their own ideas. But now, you have told me with your actual actions that you, too, need to have ideas.

well,

Foden,

We are old friends, right?"

"It's true...it's true that I have been following you, the high priest, for a long time."

"Wouldn't this be the case next time?"

"Yes, there will never be a next time, there will never be another time."

"Next time, I won't be without you." The high priest's eyes became profound, "What I want to establish is a true religion of order. In this religion, even I shouldn't have too many

Do you understand your thoughts and ideas?"

"Understood."

"No, you don't understand. No one can understand me. Teixin can understand a little bit, but he is dead."

The high priest stretched out his hand, picked up another cigar, picked up the cigar cutters himself, and cut the head with a "click":

"I'm so lonely..."

"You..." Foden didn't know how to answer the question.

But soon, the high priest's expression recovered. He reached out and picked up the fire spirit stone and asked:

"Is it the Naton family? How did such a stupid family get the position of bishop?"

"The Naton family has something to do with the temple."

"Direct?"

"No, it's a care-taking relationship."

"Heh." The high priest took a puff of his cigar and slowly blew out the smoke ring, "Go and warn the person in the temple not to stretch out your claws to me again."

"Yes, the great priest."

Foden knew that the high priest didn't care about the bishop's family in a local area, but the high priest needed a place to vent his anger towards him.

This "Naton family" is the... cigar that the high priest uses to beat himself.

…

In the VIP auditorium, Dolf sat there in a daze. He finally realized that he was no longer just concerned about the trial of a grandson. This fire had successfully burned from his grandson to the family and to him.

On your body!

From the corner of his eye, Wolfulun glanced at Dolfo, who was sitting next to him, and thought to himself: Idiot, have you realized it now?

Karen turned around, faced the presiding judge, and said: "Presiding judge, I request further investigation into this case to maintain order within the church and wipe away the dust of order. This is the whip of my order that has been created by Tila since the day it was created.

The sacred mission given by Lord Nus."

Gaspar responded: "My suggestion is that this case be settled first, because there are still unidentified crimes in this case, and the nature of the matter is extremely bad and the circumstances are extremely serious, so a new case can be opened.

Conduct a new round of trials.

If you have someone to sue now, you can prepare the prosecution materials first and submit them to me."

Of course, the case at hand must be settled first. Gaspar knew what Karen meant. It was nothing more than paving the way for the next phase of the investigation while it was still hot, and she was very willing to cooperate.

"Your Majesty, I have prepared the prosecution documents and will submit them to the court now."

"Okay." Gaspar nodded.

Karen turned his head and looked in the direction of Alfred and Vic.

Alfred looked at his desk and couldn't find any suitable documents.

Vic bent down, picked up a document bag that had previously contained a suicide note, and winked at Alfred.

Alfred nodded, indicating that it was okay.

Vic stood up, walked up to Karen holding an empty document bag, and handed it to Karen.

Karen reached out and took the empty document bag and walked towards the presiding judge.

A clerk wanted to come over to pick her up, but after being glanced over by Karen, she silently backed away.

Karen placed the empty document bag in front of Gaspar.

Gaspar picked it up. As soon as she picked it up, she knew it was empty. However, because the view was blocked by the front eaves of the table, no one below could see it. Moreover, no one dared to use their consciousness to explore the location of the presiding judge at this time.

area, this is disrespectful!

Gaspar pretended to take out the document from the empty document bag. He picked up the document paper previously placed on his desk, looking from left to right first, and then down the stairs.

After "reading it", Gaspar said:

"The trial court agreed and is now issuing a verbal notification letter requesting Deputy Director of the York City Region Law Enforcement Department Terryson Naton to assist in the investigation."

As the presiding judge, she naturally studied the files carefully and was very familiar with the situation of the Naton family.

However, this guy really dares to believe in his own professional skills. At the very least, you should write your name on the empty document bag.

But Gaspar was not angry. Instead, because of Karen's "trusting" behavior, he thought this young man was very good and knew that he was of a high level.

However, few people can notice that Luo Ya's eyes have stayed on Vicolay for a long time.

Her true body is not here, and there are people in the forbidden space above the space contact circle staring at her, so the strength she can exert now is not great.

But this does not affect the effect of her targeting only one of them.

after all,

She is a copper coin of Lax, the source of evil!

The sins and desires in people's hearts are like the dandelions she picked up in her hands. They only need to blow lightly to make them dance all over the sky.

If Brother Karen wants to punish anyone, then I must help!

Luo Ya moved his eyes away and looked upward. In the eyes of outsiders, the artifact spirit was preparing to be led back to the forbidden space, but Luo Ya's fingers silently drew a circle.

Vicolay, who was standing in the cage, suddenly trembled, and his violent mood swings boiled over instantly. He began to become more excited than before.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

He was seen grabbing the railing with both hands, and half of his face was stuck at the junction of the two railings. The will to survive had completely suppressed the little rationality in his brain;

Vicolay shouted hysterically to the VIP gallery in front and to Bishop Dolf:
Chapter completed!