Elven Reaper

Director Derrick, who came out with General Lance, didn't have so many ideas. Because he was not originally from the Alex family, but was just a high-paying servant hired by the royal family, so the dispute between the Alex family and the Holy See of Light was just a facade, a formality, worthy of the salary paid to him by the royal family. That's it. Therefore, the director of the Royal Institute of Magic, Derrick, only half-closed his eyes, as if he was not awake, and looked as if General Lance was following his lead. "You two from the Holy See of Light, what do you mean?" Lance has a slender figure, and his words and deeds have the elegance unique to the nobles. Standing in front of them were two epic powerful men from the Holy See of Light, one of whom was the Grand Inquisitor of the Holy See of Light. The Grand Judge has a high nose and a clean shave. He wears a pair of bright silver armor, a helmet of the same style as the statue of the God of Light on his head, and a long sword on his waist. He looks majestic. The person next to him was an epic magician, about sixty years old, wearing an ice-blue robe, with a stooped figure, and a smile on his face. Not all the magicians in the Holy See of Light have light attributes like priests. There are also some who originally had other attributes and later joined the Holy See of Light. Like the previous Duke, he was an epic wind magician. And the epic magician who came with the Grand Inquisitor was a magician with water attributes. The Grand Judge sniffed and his eyes wandered: "Your Excellency Lance, when did this Pok City belong to your Alex family?" "Isn't this Pok City shared by everyone? Gavin, the Great Magister and I Does it bother you to take a walk or patrol in the public area?" Admiral Lance's face darkened, and he tried hard to resist the urge to draw his sword. "Your Majesty the Grand Inquisitor, I wonder if it is because since Pope Jerry came to power, you people from the Holy See of Light have been as glib as you." Lance stared at the Grand Inquisitor closely. At this time, the eyes of the four epic-level experts were all focused. They felt that the aura of the Red Snow Sword Master had completely disappeared. In other words, the king of assassins in the Ming Dynasty, the epic powerhouse known as the Red Snow Sword Master, has fallen. The Grand Judge tilted his head slightly, then looked at the Grand Mage Gavin beside him, and stood aside: "Sir Lance, you are not elegant at all. Next time I block your way, please just say something. Don't just stare at me. I don't know what you want to do." Gavin, the great mage, was still smiling. He put his hands on his sleeves and said softly: "Now, you can go over. Lance Your Excellency." The corner of Lance's mouth twitched, damn, everyone is dead, why did you ask me to go over there? The Grand Inquisitor of the Holy See of Light and the Great Magister Gavin walked side by side towards the Holy See of Light, leaving only Lance Two leisurely figures were left behind. Lance disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, he appeared at the place where Akto and Hongxue were fighting. The gray fog is still here, and there is still half a figure of the Holy See of Light. A cleric took Akto to a room. Akto opened the door and walked in. "Teach, His Majesty the Pope, I think I'd better go practice as soon as possible." A weak female voice said. Although her voice had no confidence, it still had a different kind of youthful atmosphere. "You don't need to practice. I will contract a dragon for you another day. Your strength will naturally reach the ninth level. It may not necessarily reach the tenth level in the future. Also, I am going to let you be the saint of the Holy See of Light. How about it?" said a somewhat old man , but with a strong voice. "Ah, can I do that?" Vivian said in surprise. The girl felt that she had a blind spot in knowledge again. "I am the Pope, and if I say you can do it, you can do it." The Pope's words sounded very arrogant. This room is very simply decorated, with only a table and a few rows of bookshelves. The table is placed by the window. Akto stood and saw an old man in white robes with snow-white hair leaning on the chair where the table and chairs were. This old man should be the famous Pope Jerry. Why is he acting like a second-rate man? Next to him, Vivian is sitting upright. The table is covered with papers. There are pens and ink next to the papers. It seems that she is transcribing something. "Look at the outstanding young man coming." The Pope suddenly sat up straight and looked at Acto. At this moment, Acto felt that the old pope with white hair had a compassionate and kind feeling again. Yes, you can switch freely between serious and non-serious. Akto clicked his tongue. Vivian turned around and saw Akto, and suddenly exclaimed excitedly: "Mr. Akto." Although she and Akto had only been separated for two days, when she met Akto again, it felt like two years had passed since she met him again. Seeing the same thing, the voice was full of surprise. Akto nodded to her. Immediately, Acto looked at the Pope: "Your Majesty the Pope, thank you for your generosity." The sun shone in through the window, coating Pope Jerry's white hair with a layer of gold, giving him a sacred look. a feeling of. The Pope smiled and said, "You're welcome. I also want to thank you for creating the opportunity for me." "Please sit down." He pointed to the empty chair on the side. Vivian quickly stood up and stood aside awkwardly: "Then I will leave first, His Majesty the Pope." "Go, girl favored by the God of Light." The Pope replied. Akto watched Vivian go out and locked the door. Now, only Pope Jerry and Acto were left in the room. Akto looked at Jerry and thought, indeed, the Holy See has always been at odds with the royal family. The royal family wants to arrest him, but the Holy See is going to stop him. This analysis is also reasonable. Then he couldn't help but wonder, this old man was a legendary violent maniac who beat up the dwarves eleven years ago. Now he is constantly causing friction with the human royal family, and he seems to really want to have a fight with the royal family. Is this the legendary kind of ADHD that makes you feel uncomfortable even if you don't fight? With doubts in his heart, Acto stepped forward and sat on the chair, face to face with the Pope. Pope Jerry stared at Akto for three seconds, and then said with a smile: "Level seven, fighting level ten, very good." Akto smiled politely, and said in a calm tone: "You are so grateful. Your Majesty Jerry." "And as far as I know, since your debut, you have been fighting with the weak against the strong and across levels. It seems that in addition to your talent, your family has given you a lot of resources for your growth." Jerry said. This is going to change. Akto sneered in his heart, haha, the old man didn't have any good intentions, he just wanted to find out about his "family".