"Oh? What did you say? I didn't hear it." The officiant's eyes turned cold, "Say it again."

"I, Swiss Hepburn." Facing the stern gaze of the golden-robed officiant, Swiss Hepburn repeated his words loudly, "I request the officiant to take back the sword given to Lieutenant General Glenns and announce it within the alliance.

Issue an article reprimanding Lieutenant General Glenns for being so domineering and ignorant of self-examination."

"Such a request - you really dare to say it!" The golden-robed officiant raised his hand, and the delicate wine glass shattered on the ground. Then he stood up from the chair, smoothly pulled out a long sword next to him, and took a few steps

Walking up to Swiss Hepburn, his eyes widened, "This is so stupid. Are you looking for death?"

At this moment, the room was so tense that the air almost froze. Who could have imagined that a person like the golden-robed officiant, who could express his emotions and anger, would suddenly become furious? He would drop a wine glass and drag out his sword.

, should never appear on him! How can he still be a highly respected golden-robed priest? This is clearly the style of a tyrant...

"Master Priest, you know this." However, Swiss Hepburn ignored the sword handed to his chest and said softly: "Glens will lose his life because of this..."

"You idiot!" The officiant was extremely angry, and the long sword pointed at Siwes could not help but tremble. Do you really want to chop off your head with this long sword that has not seen blood in decades?

It would be a shame for this sword to be stained with the blood of a fool!"

This sentence is the final warning, the only remaining sanity left by the golden-robed priest. No matter which one of the two people, there is no doubt that this sword will really penetrate. The golden-robed priest is angry that Siwei clearly knows

The whole story of this incident still came to contradict him; but Siwei stubbornly believed that the choice he made was the right one...

"Please, the officiant, please take back Glens's demonic sword and send a message to reprimand him." Swiss Hepburn calmed down and continued to speak stubbornly, "Please give him a way to survive...I will apologize to you later."

, and let the officiant punish you."

"You bastard who failed to live up to the entrustment of the deceased..." The golden-robed officiant was so angry that he dropped the sword fiercely, spread his fingers, and slapped Svez Hepburn resoundingly, "Kneel down!

Those generals who committed suicide because of the failure of the war kneel down! Kneel down to Marshal Verlaine!"

A red palm print appeared on his handsome face. Swiss Hepburn looked at the golden-robed officiant in surprise. If he was stabbed by a long sword, Swiss would still think it was more reasonable, but slapping someone in the face is not.

Something consistent with the identity of the golden-robed officiant... Perhaps the officiant mentioned Marshal Verlaine, or perhaps the golden-robed officiant's eyes were so majestic that no one dared to look directly at him. Siwes slowly knelt down.

"Having been a gold-robed officiant for so long, how come I don't know the dangers in officialdom? How come I don't know that the fire of jealousy can burn a person to ashes? How come I don't know the situation of Glenns? You saw Glenn

He is on the verge of death. Do you think you are the only one who has seen through the world?" The chief priest bent down and gritted his teeth and said: "I spent all my efforts to promote him, and I begged the Demon Clan Princess to grant him a great honor. Why is all this? You

Answer me! With your head, you should have thought of this!"

"I can somewhat understand the intentions of the officiant." Swice was not surprised by the officiant's explanation, "Glens... is my substitute."

"The answer is correct, he is your substitute, the one who can avoid disasters for you!" The golden-robed officiant looked very scary at this moment, "I want him to protect you from wind and rain, and I want to cover you under his light.

, I want you - I want you to live until the day you become a marshal!"

"But Glens is too simple, he doesn't know how to protect himself..."

"Do you understand? Idiot!" the officiant yelled, interrupting Siwei's words, "After returning from your travels, how many assassinations have you encountered? Twenty-seven times! How many messages have the Demon Palace received wanting to kill you?

?Three full cabinets! You idiot, you still look like an idiot and say you will protect yourself? You fart!"

"If it weren't for the sake of that damn Verlaine, I wouldn't have stopped those things from happening; if it weren't for the fact that the Demon Alliance needed someone like you, I wouldn't have tolerated you until today." The officiant became more and more excited as he spoke.

, another old fist hit Siwei's head, "Who do you think you are? For you, the next battle between gods and demons is coming soon. If you don't take advantage of this time to hone your knowledge,

Instead, you waste time on these trivial things... What is Cohen Keda doing? He has used troops six times in a row, and he is training them! What are you doing? You are waiting to die! Look up, Verlaine is looking at him with a dead eye.

you!"

"You dare to contradict me today, who are you going to contradict tomorrow?" At this point, the officiant grabbed Siwei's collar, "Do you think your life belongs to you alone? Wrong! Your life belongs to the Demon Alliance.

, you have no right to choose, you don’t even have the right to die!”

These words were like a bolt of lightning, flashing through Siwei's mind. For a moment, all kinds of feelings surged up in his heart. The safety of the alliance, the marshal's instructions, and his own pursuits and dreams all converged and merged into a noisy sound.

My mind keeps spinning...

"Look at Glens, he was originally a fool with nothing, but he was able to work hard to reach this point. Then who are you? Why don't you know how to weigh the priorities?" the officiant said coldly and sharply.

His eyes pierced directly into Siwei's eyes, "Glens just caught up. In the entire alliance, he is the only one qualified to be your substitute. I won't care about his life and death, and you can't care either! Sacrifice it.

What is one person? For the Demon Alliance, no matter how many people are sacrificed, it is worth it... If you try to care about the life and death of Glens again, I will kill your entire clan!"

Siwei's pupils shrank sharply, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.

"Stand up! Go and congratulate Lieutenant General Glens later." After a long time, the officiant softened his tone, pulled Sivis up, and stretched out his hand to treat the bruises on his face, "You have to remember that you are the one shouldering the responsibility.

People on a mission... let’s go! Don’t come to see me again.”

Siwei turned around silently and walked towards the door.

"One more thing." The officiant turned his back to Swice and said softly: "If someone is more suitable for this position than you, you will become his substitute. Between the alliance and the individual, I will always choose the former."

Siwes didn't answer and walked out of the door silently.
Chapter completed!