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Chapter 1071 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (58)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Fifty-Eight)

"stop!"

At the critical moment, a sword energy came from a distance and cut off the beam of light directly!

"Bishop Arnold, please spare his men."

An equally majestic voice came from the galloping carriage. The carriage soon stopped in front of the square. The curtain was lifted from the inside and a tall and agile figure jumped out from under the carriage.

The guard quickly knelt on one knee and clenched his fist on his chest, "Lord City Lord."

"Get up."

"It seems that this is the Lord of Lionheart City," Song Ning squeezed Lance's hand.

Lance: "Ningning is right."

Song Ning took the time to glance at the dragon, but was too lazy to complain and continued watching.

The Lord of Lionheart City looked to be about forty years old, with a weathered face but bright eyes. He had a big sword slung over his waist, and it was obvious that the sword energy just now was swung from this big sword.

He stood in front of the guards, his eyes fixed on the bishop who was standing high above him in the square.

Bishop Arnold's face was grim. He clearly felt humiliated in front of his followers after his magic was defeated in public. "Lord Harris, just because I call you Lord doesn't mean your people can trample on the will of glory in the temple at will."

He glared at the guard who was protected by Harris with a cold look.

"Perhaps you didn't hear what this despicable guard did in the temple, but I must tell you that your actions have greatly disappointed the temple, and your guard has made a grave mistake. He attempted to seduce devout believers into committing a grave sin. According to the guidance of the God of Light, such a person should be burned with blazing fire for his sins."

His staff pointed bluntly in the direction of the guards, which was actually the same as pointing it at City Lord Harris.

Song Ning couldn't help but sneer as he watched from afar, "They are indeed from the Church. A mere bishop dares to treat the City Lord with such arrogance. The people of the Church of Light are indeed very different from before."

At first, he was only half-believing and half-doubting the affairs of the Church of Light. After all, there were still good people in the church he had come into contact with before.

However, after combining the information secretly passed on by informants in recent years and what he witnessed with his own eyes, Song Ning's impression of the Church of Light has now fallen to the bottom.

On the other side, City Lord Harris, who was pointed at by Bishop Arnold with his staff, also had an ugly look on his face.

As the lord of Lionheart City, his status and position are much higher than that of a bishop. But now, a bishop is so unscrupulously pointing his staff at him in Lionheart City. What is the difference between his face as the lord of the city and being thrown to the ground and stepped on?

No matter how cunning and well-educated the man was, Harris couldn't help but frown.

"Bishop Arnold, why don't I remember that the Church of Light has enough power to control my guards? These are soldiers under my command, not traitors judged by your church."

He suppressed his anger, and his eyes were clearly filled with fear of the church.

Arnold obviously didn't agree with what he said, and his attitude remained extremely arrogant, with no intention of giving Harris any face.

"City Lord Harris, you might have misunderstood something. Is this guy really one of your soldiers? You should know that he openly challenged the dignity of our temple on our territory, attempting to seduce our believers to abandon the embrace of the God of Light. Such a person is simply malicious and wants to create panic. He is a huge destabilizing factor."

"I personally believe that if you, Lord Harris, are wise and prudent, you should take the initiative to hand this person over to our temple for processing. The temple's blazing fire will burn the source of all evil, and light will bring stability to this city."

"Pooh!"

The young man who was protected by Harris couldn't help it.

"Bullshit! You, the Church of Light, are the biggest maggots in this city. Under the rule of the Lord of Lionheart City, everyone has been living the happiest and most affluent life. It's only since you church members arrived that we've all been infected with all sorts of strange diseases. You blood-sucking vampires have sucked all our wealth dry, and you refuse to hand over even half a bottle of 'holy water' to heal us. You keep saying God loves the world, but I think it might be your God of Light who's bringing disaster to everyone. Woo woo woo!"

A believer who had been kneeling in the square suddenly rushed over. She frantically strangled the guard's neck with one hand and covered his mouth with the other hand, looking like a madman.

"You're talking nonsense! You damned guard should be thrown into the water dungeon by the city lord! You don't understand anything at all. The God of Light is such a benevolent and kind being. His glory will bring us hope."

"The reason we can't get the 'holy water' must be because we're not pious enough, and God hasn't seen us yet!"

The guard, whose mouth was covered, blushed crimson and looked at the other person in disbelief.

His pained voice came out from between his fingers, "Aunt Julie?"

Such a sudden change obviously frightened many believers present. Some of them had trembling eyes after hearing the guard's words, but soon they hid the emotions in their eyes because of Julie's words, turned around and knelt back silently.

Bishop Arnold's face turned from green to purple and his hair stood on end with rage.

"Lord Harris, this man actually dared to disrespect the God of Light! I said he should be tied to the stake and burned to death! Hand him over!"

Harris hadn't expected the young guard to be so bold. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it!" but managed to remain calm. "Bishop Arnold is wrong. Since this guy really did speak so arrogantly against the God of Light, as the city lord, I am obligated to imprison him in the water dungeon and interrogate him thoroughly. The church's stake should be reserved for burning those traitors. Come on, take this guy away!"

Two guards appeared out of nowhere, one covered the person's mouth and the other grabbed his arms and took him away. Aunt Julie also silently returned to the kneeling crowd and continued to kneel with her head bowed, looking extremely pious to the God of Light.

Bishop Arnold had no time to stop it and could only watch the people being taken away.

He stood there sneering and waved his staff, and Aunt Julie, who was kneeling in the crowd, fell down.

Harris' eyes widened, and Arnold just looked at him hypocritically with a fake smile.

"What's with that expression, City Lord Harris? I'm only giving appropriate punishment to those less-than-devout believers. These are believers of our temple. Could it be that City Lord Harris wants to interfere in the affairs of our temple?"

Harris gritted his teeth with a cold face and could only swallow his anger and turn around.

"Let's go back!"

He hadn't taken a few steps when he heard Arnold's provocative voice behind him.

"By the way, City Lord Harris should give our temple a satisfactory solution, right? If not, I think we wouldn't mind helping you solve this little problem."

"One magic spell will do, it's very simple."

Song Ning and Lance saw that City Lord Harris' body stiffened as he was about to leave. Just by looking at his back, they could feel a surge of anger, but in the end he endured it and left.

Song Ning looked at him and suddenly turned to look at Lance.

"Are you interested in stirring up trouble with me?"

Lance didn't think twice, "My pleasure."