Conan Doyle, with gray hair, was messy in clothes and bloody at the corners of his mouth. He looked at Roland with anticipation, but did not dare to speak.

Behind Conan Doyle, his old wife, two sons, two daughters-in-law, and two children, one older and one younger.

The older one is about ten years old, and the younger one is about seven years old.

The group of people looked frightened, but due to the reputation of the Storm Temple, they did not dare to move and were obediently tied with their hands.

Roland looked for a while, then turned back to the leading male middle-aged priest, and said in a gentle tone: "These people are also involved in the Sicilian city?"

The middle-aged priest looked at Roland up and down, a little afraid, but his tone did not give in at all: "Who are you? The Storm Temple does things, and people without any background, get out of the way."

This was arrogant enough, and Roland smiled: "It's true that there is no background, but this Delbon City. I have the final say for the time being."

Cage nodded with satisfaction. He felt that Roland had a good attitude, and his niece's man should have such a momentum.

"Are you the city lord?" The middle-aged priest looked at Roland with a somewhat hesitant expression.

"no."

The middle-aged priest said, and he knew who Roland was.

Before coming to Delbon City, he had done some small investigation and knew that Delbon City now had someone who controlled the City Lord's Mansion and gained control of the city in disguise.

It's just that he didn't remember the name of this person.

"I understand your power." The middle-aged priest nodded: "I give you face and can explain to you why they should take away these people. They are God-reversed and have a deep connection with the sinners in the city of Sicily. According to the oracles of the gods, I will take them away to condemn them. In this way, do you understand?"

Roland turned his eyes to Conan Doyle and asked, "You are really involved in the God Rebel incident in Sicily?"

"No, no!" Conan Doyle was a mature person after all, and he immediately realized that Roland had the intention to speak for him. He seized this opportunity and shouted hurriedly: "Old Roland, I don't, really don't. The person he was talking about was my brother. I just occasionally communicated with him. Over the past year, my whole family has not even had Delbon City...a."

Conan Doyle said this and was directly punched in the abdomen by a young priest behind him.

After screaming, he fell to the ground and kept vomiting stomach acid.

Roland raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you let him finish?"

The middle-aged pastor turned around and winked at the young pastor who had hit someone just now, then turned around and said to Roland, "He is talking nonsense, of course he can't let him talk casually."

"But I want to hear it."

Roland's smile became more obvious.

Seeing Roland's attitude, the middle-aged priest knew that things were not easy to meet. His expression became solemn: "Your Excellency is really going to be an enemy of our Storm Temple?"

"You are the ones who are causing trouble on my territory." Roland said calmly: "Now you are turning the tables first, saying that I'm going to cause trouble for you. Are the people in the Storm Temple so unreasonable and arrogant?"

When the young pastor heard this, his face immediately changed, and he wanted to come up and beat Roland up in anger.

But the middle-aged priest directly stopped his subordinate. He looked at Roland with a more and more suspicious expression. Finally, he asked: "This kind of arrogant tone of speech, you are not a nobleman, and when the nobleman sees the people in our temple, they will be in awe... In this world, there is only one kind of person who does not have a sense of awe for God. Are you the Son of Gold?"

"It seems that you have not investigated the news about this city before you come." Roland smiled and said, "Yes, I am indeed the son of gold..."

Then Roland's expression seemed to change a little, and his eyes became a little sharper.

As soon as these words came out, let alone the middle-aged pastor, even the young pastor who was so fierce that he wanted to hit someone was silent.

Their expressions were very entangled, and they seemed to want to be tough, but they didn't want to be tough.

The Son of Gold has appeared in this world for almost two years, and a lot of things have happened in the past two years.

This group of psychiatric groups who don’t sleep at night, run around, even poke sticks in front of other people’s houses to see if they can catch any weird things. They have long shown their reputation and characteristics to the world.

Most of the sons of gold are good at things, and they want to take care of them as long as it is an unfair matter.

When drunkards fight, they will persuade them to fight. If they are attacked, they will beat them down together.

When a man beats his wife, the female gold son will punch hard and beat her husband half to death before leaving.

He also helps the old lady cross the street, helps crying children pick wild fruits, and makes them happy.

They can even do these small things, let alone major things related to good and evil, life and death.

No matter who you are, you will dare to take care of this group of gold sons as long as you do something bad.

From royal nobles to flower arm peddlers, there are no ones they are afraid of, no ones they dare not beat.

There are also several golden sons of the Storm Temple. A famous golden son discovered that a cardinal archbishop had a female priest who was unwritten by it. Then it was revealed, but was beaten to death by the cardinal archbishop.

After resurrection, the Pastor of the Golden Son launched several suicide attacks on the Archbishop of Cardinal, but none of them succeeded.

But for some reason, after learning the news, the Golden Son, who was practicing in other cities, came to form a team, and the five people directly beat the Cardinal to death.

This should have been a huge thing, but the Goddess of Storm did not sue the oracle, and the Pope took the initiative to suppress this and deal with it properly, without making the family scandal public.

In the end, the five golden sons who killed the Cardinal Archbishop all became alternate bishops.

Since then, the priests of the Temple of Storm have known that once the Son of Gold starts to be serious, it means that they have begun to stand on the moral high ground and things will become troublesome.

Several people looked at each other. The middle-aged priest turned around and looked at Conan Doyle who was still retching, and asked, "Old man, I want you a word. Have you really not been out of Delbon City in the past year?"

Conan Doyle shook his head hard. Because of the pain, he seemed to be very difficult to speak: "No, really, no, sir."

"It seems that we have been misled by some people." The leading middle-aged priest shook a gold coin, grabbed Conan Doyle's hand, and stuffed it into his palm: "This is compensation that disturbs you."

Conan Doyle looked up at the middle-aged male priest who suddenly changed his words.

He knew how fierce this man was half an hour ago.

The other party broke into their house, and without saying a word, he beat him and his two sons first, and then said that they were god-reversed people and wanted to take them back to the temple to burn them to death.

Now, are you apologizing to yourself?

The leading middle-aged man ignored Conan Doyle's gaze. He turned to look at Roland and said, "Since the matter has been figured out, we will leave first. We will have a chance to chat with Lord Roland."

After saying that, the middle-aged priest waved his hand and took his dozen of his subordinates away.

Two female priests were wearing short skirts of x, revealing their long white thighs.

The female priests of the Storm God Cult do not wear heavy armor.

They walked past Roland and didn't even dare to look up.

After the group of people left completely, Conan Doyle's family all breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.

Conan Doyle kept thanking Roland.

Roland waved his hand and turned around and left slowly.

Cage asked his men to untie Conan Doyle's family, and he caught up with Roland.

He asked strangely: "If the middle-aged priest had not surrendered, would you really kill him?"

"Even if you are Andonara's uncle, you can't be tainted for no reason. When will I kill someone?" Roland asked back with some wonder.

Cage cut disdainfully: "When I was a mercenary, I experienced much more battles than you imagined. I was so familiar with the murderous intent. You were so determined to kill just now, but it was very strong."

Roland chuckled: "Do you think I am the kind of person who kills people randomly?"

"No, but you really want to kill him, so there must be your reason."

Roland smiled meaningfully.

At this time, a system prompt popped up in his field of vision: The task of "Stop the Storm Temple to Take Conan Doyle" has been completed, and the character experience has been obtained 220 points.

On the other hand, after leaving the city gate, the middle-aged priest kept walking out, and then walked directly into a small wood. Seeing that no one was chasing him, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, held the trunk next to him with one hand, bent down and gasped. The two female priests next to him were sweating profusely, and their faces were pale, as if they were seriously ill.

The other ten male pastors were confused, so when they saw the three of them doing this, they felt strange: "What's wrong with you?"

"That Roland just now wanted to kill us!" The middle-aged priest wiped the raindrops on his head: "I'm still alert and clever, otherwise we'll really have to explain it there."

The ten pastors looked at each other.

The young pastor who was very fierce before said strangely: "No, I see that his expression just now seems quite normal."

"It's normal on the surface." The middle-aged pastor said with lingering fear: "But suddenly there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes, which was very strong. If we continue to stay, he will really kill us. If you don't believe it, you can ask them both."

The middle-aged priest pointed at the two female priests.

The two female priests nodded vigorously.

These two female priests are professions unique to the Storm Temple and the Wind Songs.

The so-called wind is the air flow, which is the air. The wind chanters can understand the information contained in the surrounding air, including but not limited to smell, and the emotions of the people around them.

When Roland had murderous intentions, they really felt it.

They were scared to death, so they didn't dare to look at Roland.

The young pastor was stunned for a moment, then a rage rose in his heart. He was about to shout, "How dare he do?", but then he endured it himself.

The other party is the son of gold, so he really dares.

The young pastor unwillingly punched the tree trunk beside him. He turned his head and asked, "Bithians, can we just forget about our mission? After returning, the Pope will be disappointed with us, and may be locked in our cell for a few days."
Chapter completed!