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Looking at the group of lords with short-lived parents, George secretly felt a little funny. According to what he learned from Mishan, the relationship between the guys here who usually have some hatred is not so good.

"Sir, when I came last time, there were 15 lords, but today it seems that only 7 came." Mishan bent down and said in the lord's ear: "It's only been a few months."

When Mishan said this, his heart was still very complicated. As a survivor struggling together in this apocalypse, he hopes to have fewer competitors. I also hope that more people can fight against the fog.

Seeing that only seven people came today, Mi Shan, who was still somewhat interested, couldn't help feeling depressed.

After a pause, Mishan saw that his boss didn't speak, so he continued: "Not all of the people here have hereditary titles, many are knights. The person sitting at the top is the 'Baron Garvey' I mentioned , his territory is closest to the west, and he has some exchanges with the lords of the west. He is also the representative of our dialogue with the west, and most of the resources such as ores flow from his hands, with a total of twelve knights. , and there are more than 500 soldiers. Today he only brought eight knights, but many of these knights are not from Banco and there are not many old people now. "

Hearing this, George nodded.

He knew about this person. His full name is Baron Garvey Aymer. This family has a long history, and the Bianhe town it rules is also an important place in the play in the entire Black Pearl Valley.

Although every Bianhe lord is a baron, every lord is an extremely famous general.

Bianhe's mercenaries are the most famous in the valley, and the Elmer family is also very good at managing their territory.

The ancestors of the Elmer family were actually just herders at the beginning. Later, during the war, they were lucky enough to become the retinue of the Viscount Shushu (Viscount Jeffrey was Viscount Shushu). Following the Earl of Black Pearl, he fought everywhere and showed his talents. He slowly climbed the ranks from a retinue to a knight, and finally obtained the title of baron and a fiefdom.

After several centuries, the small town of Bianhe has grown into a huge area with a population of tens of thousands. If wealth accumulates for a while, a city will rise there too.

The concept of tens of thousands of people is the population of a thousand households. Those tall and short houses piled together are not much smaller than the city. The Black Pearl Valley itself has a dispersed population, so Lord Bianhe is naturally very eye-catching.

Therefore, even Lord Qi Shu, Viscount Qi Shu, usually gives three points of courtesy to his vassal - after all, this Lord of Bianhe, even if placed in the Black Pearl Valley, is one of the best in strength. At its peak, its "Bianhe Mercenary Knights" had more than hundreds of mercenary knights and more than 3,000 mercenaries!

The main source of income for this Bianhe lord was being hired by various countries to fight in various battles. Its reputation as the ‘Eldar Mercenary Country’ in the south of the valley was even very famous for a time!

Therefore, if Lord Bianhe can survive until now, it is inevitable. But this powerful baron now only has a dozen knights left by his side, which makes George feel a little sad.

This was many times different from what he remembered.

George felt sad, and so did Mishan.

Although the knights in the Rat Territory are not loyal to the same lord, they all know each other. And the knights directly under Viscount Jeffrey are all comrades-in-arms.

But now, with the fall of Viscount Jeffrey's Rat Territory, there are only a few of these old people left, and in the struggle of the end of the world, they are no longer the same as before, and even some of them are like each other. There has been some bad blood already.

Thinking of this, Mishan looked diagonally across the way. Alf, who was sitting there with a bad expression, was quietly looking at the divine pattern emblems on George and the others. After feeling the gaze, he averted his eyes slightly.

"I'm late!" A rough voice sounded at the door. George slowly turned his head and saw a lord who had arrived belatedly. He was very strong, two meters tall! Beside him, there were five tall and mighty knights, each of them tall and powerful, with a fierce look on their face.

The shirts and cloaks of these people were stained with a lot of blood, and the plate armor on the chest of the leader had torn marks, which looked very scary. But that guy didn't seem to care.

It seems that we encountered a monster on the way here.

"You bitch! Baron Barbour, why are you here!" "Damn it! I thought you were dead!" "You weren't bitten, idiot?" "It seems like there are only eight or nine of us this time. .""Why"

"Carol, shut up your stinky mouth. Even if you die, I won't die!" Bubble said angrily. He wiped the sweat and blood from his face and looked at the 'new' white robes. The knights were slightly stunned and stopped yelling at those people. After snorting at those people twice, they led the knights to sit near Baron Garvey and started whispering with him.

"Sir, those two guys have been in a tense situation for a while." Mishan also felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

These people seemed to be starting to stick together.

Qiao Dachui's face was calm and calm, like a high priest in the temple. However, I felt MMP in my heart - he brought too many people.

He never thought that the current lords have become so weak. When he heard Martin say that they usually brought a few knights and two teams of soldiers, he was afraid that he would bring too few people - after all, he only had two knights (Alexander and Mishan) and a team of followers.

But the costumes of these followers, in this period, are already the most elite knights.

The knights in the hall are mostly just a set of chain mail.

And the battle robes of the followers are a bit too flashy.

If the new forces are strong, they will definitely usher in fairer transactions and even attract people to win them over. But if they are too strong, I am afraid it will only lead to the opposite result.

And the lords are numerous and powerful, as long as they put aside their mutual concerns, they don’t have to take the twenty or thirty knights too seriously.

The four words "riding a tiger is difficult to get off" suddenly flashed in the mind of the extremely vain Lord of Dawn. Then, George thought about it for a short moment, and the aura of a charlatan on his face became stronger and stronger.

Sure enough, after Babur sat down, the voices of the lords in the venue gradually became louder, and the party officially began. After the opening, Baron Gavi (Lord of Bianhe) led the topic to George.

"Thanks to the mercy of the Seven Gods, the light of blessing finally fell on our Black Pearl Valley. The envoy of God finally came here from the 'Helmick' Cathedral in Yongfeng City." Gavi said here, his eyes turned, and he looked at the 'high priest' with a smile and said: "Lord 'Vic White', forgive me for being presumptuous, I didn't remember your identity before-did Lord Adeline receive my letter?"

At this point, everyone's burning eyes all looked over, and those more than 40 pairs of eyes made George spit in his throat.

'Who the hell is Lord Vic White? ! ’

George was speechless for a moment, and some lords’ eyes gradually became unfriendly, wanting to hear if there was any ‘misunderstanding’ here - these people had the honor of seeing the priests in the ‘Helmik’ Chanting Wind Cathedral.

Maybe at the beginning, they only had such a quick encounter with those noble adults, but those special signs were complicated but orderly. So they were impressed.

But they couldn’t recognize the things on these guys. Moreover, there were too many things in the paintings.

Although the paintings seemed to be in line with the rules of the Holy See’s divine patterns, the status of the ‘Helmik Cathedral’ in Rodunk was one of the best. How could anyone wear higher standards than the priests and knights there?

Facing these gazes, George cleared his throat slightly, nodded slightly to Gavi, and said: "Sorry, Baron Gavi, it seems that there is some misunderstanding between us. I am not the envoy of the Helmick Cathedral, and I don't know Mr. Vic White."

After the voice fell, the hall was filled with surprised voices, and this frank "confession" also made everyone's eyes become strange, and Baron Gavi narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to hear how deep the "misunderstanding" was.

Amidst the discussions, George suddenly stood up and walked slowly.

The hall was quiet, and the puzzled eyes around gathered again. George glanced at the eyes that were looking at him and said, "Because I just came here from the 'Saint. Wileck Cathedral' not long ago, I and my Templar Knights did not formally visit Yongfeng City under the assignment of the oracle. After all, the situation here is more urgent. And Yongfeng City's abandonment of those refugees also makes me feel chilled."

With a clatter, the quiet hall was suddenly broken by the sound of falling, and some people opened their mouths and were speechless for a while.

George met Gavi's stunned eyes and nodded slightly.

"Saint, Saint?" "Ah??" "Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly just now." "Gavi, do you think the Holy See sent a letter?" "He said it was an oracle, didn't you hear it?"

"Sir, I haven't asked your name yet?" Someone asked in doubt.

"George William Austin." George gave a quiet answer.

"Austin?" An older lord couldn't help but sit up straight after hearing this. This person has been looking at George's face since he came in: "Who is Gilt Austin to you?"

George turned his eyes and fell on the lord's family emblem. He recognized the middle-aged man.

"It's my father. Sir Charlie Dean. Black Pearl Valley is my hometown." George replied calmly: "Maybe that's why the God of Protection guided me back here."

There was an uproar in the hall. They couldn't believe what they heard. The hall couldn't help but become lively again. Charlie Dean's eyes widened.

He did hear that the old drunkard boasted about his son and the cathedral. But the stories told by the old drunkard were a bit too magical.

"Quiet down, gentlemen." Gavi seemed to have come back to his senses. After he suppressed the noise in the hall loudly, he couldn't help but look at the "priest knight" in front of him again.

"Sir, please forgive us for being a little out of control just now. After all, it all sounds a little too... "Gavi frowned slightly, a little hesitant about how to express the meaning of his words.

"Fate is always so wonderful, Sir Gavi." George said calmly, seemingly not caring about what the people around him said.

However, after hearing his words, Gavi couldn't help but take a deep breath and sit up straight - the world is always so wonderful, and sometimes the more unbelievable things are, the more true they are.

He straightened his face and looked at the 'priest' and the group of 'knights' beside him again. Although the knights stood like javelins, they revealed a sense of laziness invisibly. But those eyes were very special, everyone's eyes were firm and eagle-like.

There were even a few people who kept their eyes burning, just like the ascetic fanatics.

At this time, in Gavi's eyes, that kind of laziness had turned into an arrogant attitude. And the words from the priest's mouth made him more and more convinced.

"Sir." But he couldn't help but ask one last question: "You just said you were from the Cathedral?"

"That's right." George turned around, facing everyone, raised his head proudly, and said solemnly: "Now I will be in charge of the Black Pearl Valley diocese."

After speaking, a white light suddenly flashed in his hand, and an angel appeared in the distant holy sound. Then, Babur suddenly felt a slight heat in his chest, and in the eyes of everyone, healed as before in an instant! !

This voice and the holy light flashed like a thunder, and the noisy hall suddenly became silent.

- Responsible for this diocese? !

These words kept echoing in everyone's mind, and they couldn't react for a while.

Mi Shan twisted his thick waist fiercely, recalled what he had seen and heard before, and finally understood.

He suddenly roared: "Why don't you see the archbishop!"