.Who is Rola? Hey

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The old Taoist sneered and rushed to the wooden barrel. His thief eyes looked at Lola without hesitation. Although his whole body was almost soaked in water, Lola still felt like she was directly seen through, and her pretty face was so blushed that it was about to drip out of water.

"Don't look at it anymore-" Under the extremely shameless gaze of the old Taoist, Rora, who had always been gentle, finally couldn't bear it and scolded him, but he didn't know that his reproach tone would have no effect on the old Taoist who had always had a unit of defense in ten thousand, and it was like scratching his feet through the shoe.

Back then, when the old Taoist was visiting Widow Zhang’s house wall next to the Baiyun Temple in Jiangshan City, he was greeted with a basin of hot hot water and a sentence: You are the son of a tortoise to death.

Even so, the old Taoist has been alive until now, which shows how thick-skinned and tenacious his vitality is.

"Well, I'm a little fat, my little face is pretty good. Don't worry, Master Dao, I don't like a little girl like you!" The old Taoist changed his mouth and stepped back, almost making Luola, who was extremely confident in his appearance, pissed himself to death.

"No, Lord Francesco, that guy escaped into Lord Rola's house!" At this moment, the pursuers outside the door had arrived. When he saw the guards lying in a pool of blood at the door, several Western coalition soldiers shouted.

"Call five longbowmen from the 100-man team immediately. Come and surround me with this place." A thick voice shouted.

"Daster Francisco, Priest Rora. Still inside." A voice said.

"Yes, we cannot ignore the safety of the Saint!" Another voice said firmly.

"Captain Wood, I am now in command. The Lord of the Moon Knight has fully authorized me to obey the order!" Francisco shouted.

"Oh, you are still a priest, a saint of the Holy See? I think you are a little demon. A girl is right. It seems that you are a big man, but your companion doesn't seem to care about your life or death, hehe." Old Taoist Lin Qingping is such a person. Even though he was put on the knife on the stage, he was already in a mood to tease him. These words made Lola's eyebrows stand up, but he cursed in his heart. It seemed that this Francisco was preparing to avenge his private revenge.

It turned out that Francisco and Rora had always been at odds, and the reason was that they were beautiful.

Francisco was born in a knightly family. In their generation, Francisco studied martial arts diligently. In addition, he and his younger brother joined the Holy See since childhood. Finally, he became a Paladin in the Holy See in his thirties, and became the captain of the Paladin squadron three years later.

However, Francisco's younger brother was not familiar with martial arts, but focused on his teachings. After graduating from the Holy See's seminary, he became the bishop of the Holy See's Kingdom in a region. If he was to say that this kid was only in his twenties, if he was willing to devote himself to his practice, and with the help of his brother as a paladin, he might not have been able to become the archbishop of the entire Sis See's Kingdom.

But there is a saying in the Empire that it is good: if you don’t explode in silence, you will be perverted in silence.

Perhaps because he has been devoted to studying the doctrine for too long, Francisco's younger brother is somewhat perverted.

Before everyone, he was a bishop wearing a robes and full of divine grace; after everyone, he seduced beautiful female believers with his identity and power as a bishop, and even forced himself to take the blame.

Two years ago, Rola, who had just turned 17 years old and was a popular figure in the Holy See's Priesthood Group and had already received the title of "Saint Maiden", visited the local church on behalf of the Holy See's secrets and encountered Francisco's younger brother. Since Rola was secretly going on at that time, the guy did not know Rola's identity.

"What? Chase me quickly, you will be responsible if you run away!" Francisco's loud voice rang out, and then a dense sound of footsteps sounded, and hundreds of Saxon longbowers who rushed over appeared in the sight of the old Taoist.

"Shoot the arrow!" Francisco shouted.

The old Taoist was standing upside down, his spirit entered a state of high tension, and his body quickly retreated, but he also knew that within these 150 steps, he could not completely avoid the continuous volley of 300 longbowmen.

"But, Lord Rora is still in the hands of the Han people." The centurion leading the team hesitated and looked at his superior, Saxon Thousand-Man Commander Wood.

"Why don't you give orders quickly, Commander Wood, I will command you in the name of the Lord God?" Francisco also knew that he could not fully command these Saxons, so he simply brought out the Lord God.

At this moment, Lola was so angry that her eyebrows stood up and shouted: "Francisco, do you want to murder me under the gaze of so many people?"

"Sorry, Lord Paladin, I cannot act according to your instructions. I must consider the safety of Lord Rola." Wood looked at Rola, who was held by the old Taoist and looked pale, and said resolutely.

In fact, as a priest, Lola must be more respectful than Francisco in the eyes of these soldiers. After all, according to the convention of Western Lu, the so-called priest blessing ceremony must be held before every battle. This Lola is the goddess in the hearts of these soldiers in front of him. Moreover, the priests in Western Lu have mostly learned secret medical skills, which can save the sex of many seriously injured people. Lola is also modest and extremely patient with the wounded people, and is worthy of the name of the saint who is becoming more and more popular.

Therefore, although Francesco wanted to suppress these soldiers in the name of the Paladin and even brought out the so-called Lord God, it was futile.

After all, after these continuous wars, the Lord God gave in to these soldiers with his brows, but Lola truly blessed and saved many lives. Compared with the two, these soldiers knew how to choose even fools.

What's more, even if he was only in the Holy See, when he was in the Western Land, the Saint Lola was more popular than this, the Paladin running all over the streets.

"You, very well, I will report your performance to the Pope in person, the commander!" After such delay, the old Taoist had already taken people away. Seeing that the old Taoist quickly disappeared into the night, Francisco and the other two paladins hesitated for a moment and did not chase after him.

"Sir Paladin, I will also report this to the Moon Knight, unless all the soldiers here are killed in battle!" Wood saw that Francisco was so threatening, and said in a deep voice.

"You can still report to the Pope in person? It is possible that the deputy captain of a paladin promoted by the line of fire, Lord Rora." If Francesco knew what these soldiers were thinking, they would probably go wild and kill people immediately.

"Okay, very good, let's go--" Francesco was so angry that his face turned pale, and he waved his hand and turned around and left with the other two paladins.

Francisco did have a murderous intention at that moment, but Wood's words reminded him that this is the army, not the Holy See. Unless he can kill all the two thousand Saxons in the camp as soon as possible, and with the stains and bad deeds brought by his brother, he will never be spared by the top leaders of the Holy See.
Chapter completed!