Gray-haired Conan Doyle's clothes were messy, and there was blood on his lips. He looked at Roland expectantly, but he dared not say anything.
Behind Conan Doyle were his wife, two sons, two daughters-in-law, and two children, one older and one younger.
The older one was about ten years old, and the younger one was about seven years old.
Those people were panicking, but none of them dared to move because of the prestige of the Church of Storm. Their hands were tied obediently.
Roland observed them for a while and turned to look at the middle-aged male Reverend in the lead. He said gently, "Are they involved in the incident in Sisilia, too?"
The middle-aged Reverend observed Roland up and down in fear, but he didn't back down at all. "Who are you? The Church of Storm doesn't allow anyone without any background. Get out of my way. "
Roland smiled at the arrogance. "It's true that I don't have any background, but I'm in charge of Delpon. I'm in charge of this city for now. "
Cage nodded in satisfaction. He felt that Roland's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. His niece's man should be just like that.
"Are you the mayor?" The middle-aged Reverend looked at Roland hesitantly.
"No."
The middle-aged Reverend nodded. He knew who Roland was now.
Before he came to Delpon, he had done some investigation and learned that someone in Delpon was now in control of the mayor's office and had indirectly gained control of the city.
However, he didn't remember the guy's name.
"I know what you're capable of." The middle-aged Reverend nodded. "I'll explain to you why I'm taking those people away. They're the Godly Renegades, who are deeply connected to the sinners in Sisilia. According to the prophecy of the gods, I'm taking them away to be convicted. Do you understand? "
Roland turned to Conan Doyle and asked, "Were you really involved in the incident of the Godly Renegades in Sisilia?"
"No, we weren't!" Conan Doyle was too old to notice that Roland was defending him. He seized the opportunity and roared, "Mr. Roland, I didn't. I really didn't. The guy he was talking about was my brother. I only communicated with him occasionally. My family hasn't even been in Delpon for the past year … Ah. "
While Conan Doyle was talking, a young Priest behind him punched his abdomen.
After letting out a blood-curdling scream, he knelt on the ground and kept vomiting stomach acid.
Roland raised his eyebrows. "Why didn't you let him finish?"
The middle-aged priest turned around and winked at the young priest who had just hit him. Then, he said to Roland, "He's talking nonsense. Of course, we can't let him talk nonsense."
"But I want to hear it."
Roland's smile became even more obvious.
Seeing Roland's attitude, the middle-aged Reverend knew that things weren't going to be easy. His expression became grave. "Sir, are you really going to go against the Storm Temple?"
"You're the ones stirring up trouble in my territory." Roland said calmly, "You're accusing me of causing trouble for you? Are all the people of the Temple of Storm so unreasonable and arrogant?"
The young Reverend's face immediately changed when he heard that. He was about to beat Roland up in fury.
But the middle-aged Reverend simply stopped his subordinate. He looked at Roland with more and more shock and suspicion. In the end, he asked, "You're so arrogant. You're not a noble. All the nobles are in awe of the Temple of Storm … In this world, there's only one kind of person who doesn't fear the gods. Are you a Golden Son?"
"It seems that you didn't investigate this city before you came here." Roland smiled. "Yes, I'm indeed a Golden Son …"
Then, Roland's expression changed slightly, and his eyes became sharper.
After hearing that, not just the middle-aged Reverend, even the young Reverend who was about to beat Roland up fell silent.
They seemed to be struggling, as if they wanted to be tough but didn't want to be.
It had been almost two years since the Golden Sons appeared in this world. Many things had happened in the past two years.
This group of lunatics who didn't sleep at night and ran around everywhere, even poking at the gutters in front of other people's houses with sticks to see if they could fish out anything strange, had long displayed their reputation and characteristics to the world.
Most of the Golden Sons were nosy and wanted to intervene as long as there was injustice.
When drunkards fought, they would stop the fight, and when they were attacked, they would beat both sides to the ground.
When a man beat his wife, a female Golden Son would punch her husband hard and beat him half to death before leaving.
They would also help old grannies cross the street and help crying children pick wild fruits to cheer them up.
They would even do such trivial things, not to mention the great things that concerned good and evil.
The Golden Sons didn't care who you were, as long as you did something bad, they would intervene.
From the nobles to the peddlers, there was nobody they were afraid of and nobody they didn't dare to beat up.
There were a few Golden Son Reverends in the Temple of Storm, too. A Golden Son discovered that a cardinal archbishop was sleeping with a female Reverend and exposed it, only to be beaten to death by the cardinal archbishop.
After his resurrection, the Golden Son Reverend launched multiple suicidal attacks at the cardinal archbishop, but none of them succeeded.
However, for some reason, the Golden Sons who were training in other cities teamed up after learning the news, and the five of them simply beat the cardinal archbishop to death.
This should have been a huge matter, but in the end, the Goddess of Storms did not send down an oracle to blame them. Moreover, the Pope even took the initiative to suppress this matter and handled it appropriately, not letting the family scandal spread.
In the end, the five Golden Sons who beat the cardinal archbishop to death all became cardinals candidates.
Ever since then, the Reverends in the Temple of Storm all knew that once the Golden Sons got serious, it meant that they were on the moral high ground, and things would get troublesome.
They looked at each other, and the middle-aged Reverend turned around and looked at Conan Doyle who was still vomiting. He asked, "Sir, I want to ask you something. Have you really never left Delpon in the past year?"
Conan Doyle shook his head hard. It was difficult for him to talk because of the pain. "No, I haven't, sir."
"Then it seems that we've been misled by someone." The middle-aged male Reverend in the lead shook out a gold coin and grabbed Conan Doyle's hand, stuffing it into his palm. "This is compensation for disturbing you."
Conan Doyle looked at the middle-aged male Reverend in surprise.
Half an hour ago, he was well aware of how ferocious this person was.
The man broke into his house and beat him and his two sons up without saying anything. Then, he claimed that they were Godly Renegades and would be burned in the temple.
But now, he was apologizing to him?
The middle-aged man ignored Conan Doyle's look. He turned around and looked at Roland, before he said, "Now that everything is clear, we'll be on our way. We'll talk to Mr. Roland later."
After that, the middle-aged Reverend waved his hand and left with a dozen subordinates.
The two female Reverends were wearing short skirts that revealed their long, fair legs.
The female Reverends of the Church of Storm didn't wear heavy armor.
They even dared not raise their heads when they passed Roland.
After they were all gone, Conan Doyle's family all heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.
Conan Doyle thanked Roland nonstop.
Roland waved his hand and left slowly.
Cage asked his subordinates to untie Conan Doyle's family, while he caught up to Roland.
He asked curiously, "If the middle-aged Reverend didn't give in, would you really have killed him?"
"Even if you're Andonara's uncle, you can't slander someone for no reason. Since when did I kill someone?" asked Roland back in confusion.
Cage snorted in disdain. "I've been through more battles than you can imagine when I was a mercenary. I'm very familiar with killing intent. You wanted to kill me just now, and it was very intense."
Roland chuckled. "Do you think I'm the kind of person who would kill a random person?"
"No, but you really wanted to kill him, so you must have your reasons."
Roland smiled meaningfully.
At this moment, a system notification popped up in his vision: Stop the Church of Storm from taking Conan Doyle away has been completed. EXP + 220.
On the other hand, after the middle-aged priest left the city gate, he walked straight into a small forest. Seeing that no one was chasing after him, he heaved a sigh of relief. He leaned against a tree trunk and bent over, panting. The two female priests beside him were also drenched in sweat, their faces pale as if they had been seriously ill.
The other ten male Reverends didn't know what was going on. They found it odd. "What's wrong with you?"
"Roland tried to kill us just now!" The middle-aged Reverend wiped the sweat on his forehead. "Thankfully, I was alert and quick-witted, or we would've been killed there."
The ten Reverends looked at each other in bewilderment.
The young Reverend who had been aggressive earlier found it odd. "I don't think so. He seemed quite normal just now."
"On the surface," said the middle-aged Reverend, still scared. The middle-aged priest said with lingering fear, "But there was a strong killing intent in his eyes all of a sudden. It was very intense. He would've killed us if we stayed any longer. You can ask them if you don't believe me. "
The middle-aged Reverend pointed at the two female Reverends.
The two female Reverends nodded quickly.
The two female Reverends were Wind Singers, a unique class of the Church of Storm.
The so-called wind was the airflow, the air. As Wind Singers, they could read the information in the air, including but not limited to smells and the emotions of people around.
When Roland revealed his killing intent, the two of them truly felt it.
They were so scared that they didn't dare to look at Roland.
The young Reverend was stunned for a moment. Then, he was infuriated. He was about to shout, "How dare he?", but he held himself back.
The guy was a Golden Son. He was truly bold.
The young Reverend punched the tree trunk next to him, unwilling to give up. He turned around and asked, "Bishop, are we just going to give up on our quest? The pope will be disappointed in us after we return. Chances are that we'll be locked up for a few days. "
"Being locked up for a few days is better than losing our lives," the middle-aged Reverend said helplessly. The middle-aged Reverend said helplessly, "Conan Doyle is protected by the Golden Sons. We can't touch him, nor do we dare to. Kazan the Sword Specter is tough enough, isn't he? The Golden Sons killed Kazan, a Legendary Swordsman, just to protect a little maid, and it was done by a bunch of women. Who do we think we are? Do you really think he doesn't dare to cut us? "
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