Since the proposal made in the living room that day was not rejected, it has been much easier to arrange for people from Stan's Kingdom to enter the Duke of Tobias Ridge.

On the outskirts of E. Palenque, there is a private palace provided by Fieldra where Elmelo lives.

Compared to the Lomans Hall where she originally lived, the palace here is larger, more gorgeous, and of course...it is also more empty. The first floor is equipped with a reception hall, a banquet dance hall, and an open-air garden. There is an independent kitchen at the back. There is a group of slave chefs in the basement and a fine wine stored in the basement. At this moment, she is alone holding a wine glass and slowly drinking a bottle of freshly opened wine.

The original assembly on the second floor was a place for the nobles to entertain, including gambling halls, game halls, and even auctions. There are all kinds of entertainment programs that can be imagined. From this we can see that Fieldra is a smart businessman. Even the poor nobles will be generous when spending with other nobles. What's more, most nobles are generous, and they can easily express their generousness by stinging with the people.

Such a perfect money-making facility was given to him by Fieldra.

Just for the friendship of the Nagtana family? But friendship is not worth it.

Elmelo didn't think so, so she closed the entertainment facilities, rejected the visiting nobles for the sake of rest, and replaced the surrounding guards with her own private army. The private army that was cultivated by the Nagtana family was absolutely loyal to her troops, and even her nominal husband, Grand Duke Tobias, could not command in his territory.

The quiet atmosphere was destroyed by the sudden knock on the door.

Elmelo shook the glass of the glass with his wrist, and the unkind face reflected in the red wine, which she hated being disturbed.

However, her private army could not disturb her because of irrelevant things.

"Come in.."

Walking into the door was a middle-aged man with a high protruding crown and hat, pure white clothing, and a special gold edge inlaid on the belt, which was wrapped in golden silk bird patterns. He held a golden staff in his left hand, revealing extraordinaryness like a staff, but it was different. A special four-sided base was inlaid with gold at the top. If it was a staff, gold would not be added on it. After all, the magical nature of gold is not good, which will affect the output of magic.

The middle-aged man slowly approached, his pace and movements as he walked were even as planned in advance, and with the rugged golden light emitted by this outfit and the gentle smile that often hangs on his face, it seemed to have a glorious holiness.

"Marako, are you finally here?"

Elmelo hooked his red lips, touched the wine glass, then put down the wine glass and walked towards the middle-aged man, leaning on the man's graceful figure.

Manraco did not refuse. Although Elmelo was over forty years old, Elmelo's charm did not diminish at all. Instead, it added a bit of special charm because of maturity.

However, his movements were a little restrained, and his eyes were staring at the door that he had not brought with him.

Elmelo showed a displeased face, left Manraco's arms, walked to the door and closed the door.

At this time, Manraco wanted to hug him, but Elmelo avoided him.

"You know, my position is not allowed to do such a thing."

"One of the four great priests of the Sing Kung Fu Kingdom inherited the position of the great priest when he was over thirty years old and was highly respected by the Sing Kung Fu Kingdom. You shouldn't have done such a thing in your position."

The golden-wire bird is known as the bird closest to heaven.

The golden silk bird patterns wrapped around are exactly the clothing that only clergymen can wear, and the base on the cane on the special four sides is a symbol of the identity of the four priests.

"Just no one knows it."

Manraco leaned on the past, his chest pressing against Elmelo's back.

"Including me?"

The thin clothes and pajamas penetrated the temperature of the skin, but they still had a cold feeling. It was a bright dagger.

Elmelo just held the dagger and pressed it against his waist.

"You know, I'm not prepared for you." Manraco said softly.

Elmelo's eyes narrowed.

She didn't believe Manraco's words at all. It was better to say that it was his magical arts that made him not afraid of the attack of the dagger than such touching words as "unprepared".

She gently put down her dagger and slowly put it away.

"It's better."

Manraco smiled slightly, "How could a man not like you with such a perfect one?"

"Taylor...isn't he just one." Elmelo's voice turned cold. "Do you know what Taylor did first after he put down his work? He went to the despicable country girl! I would rather be a farmer than stay in the bustling palace with me, and I was so unbearable!"

"Why be sad because of a man who is lukewarm to you?"

Elmelo left Manraco's arms again, "Never underestimate a woman's revenge. When I come to you, it is when he comes to her."

Manraco smiled, walked to the table, picked up the glass of wine and started drinking it lightly.

"But...is the news about the dragon true?"

"Really." Elmelo answered in two simple words.

"That's hard to deal with. It's still a long time before the relic arrives. If the situation stabilizes, the temple will lose the opportunity to enter here again." Manraco's expression became stiff.

"Isn't it possible to use tough methods? With the strength of your temple, you should be able to easily crush E. Palenque's local forces, right?"

"Sometimes, it is not possible to solve things with strength. Compared with land, the temple values ​​faith more. Only by entering this territory through peaceful means can the faith of civilians be attracted as quickly and efficiently. For the temple, fighting is never the best way to solve problems."

"It's just a problem. I've been staying in this territory for so long."

As early as when Elmelo first made that proposal, Manraco had arrived in the territory around E.Pallenque, waiting for her response.

"What God feeds on faith and measures his role in the temple is always the amount of faith. Just get the territory of Duke of Tobias Ridge, and I can accept God's gifts again." Manraco's eyes were bright.

Elmelot was not interested in listening to Manraco discussing these "god-only" things. In addition to the purpose of revenge, Manraco also had the matter of her nephew.
Chapter completed!