Chapter 242 Lanchi is Undoubtedly At Least a Seventh-Order Expert

"What makes you think you can question me?"

The silver-armored cleric frowned. He didn't understand why this youth, who didn't seem to be a combatant, could speak to him in such a condescending manner.

But they, the followers of Batian, were only convinced by strength, and not by any other illusory things.

Lanchi's eyes remained indifferent. An alien holy seal appeared in his palm. Although its shape was slightly different from the one hanging on the silver-armored cleric's chest, it was clear that they belonged to the same style.

More importantly, this holy seal glowed with a purple halo!

"Directly under the Bishop?"

The silver-armored cleric said in surprise.

He recognized it at a glance. This was a [Testament of Rebirth - Destruction] of purple rare quality, and it was a specially encrypted type. People who possessed this kind of holy seal were often the bishop's favorites and carried extremely important tasks.

When each cardinal bishop took office, the [Bishop's Testament] would evolve into a title and totem commensurate with himself, and he would also have the power to generate [Testament of Rebirth] through the [Bishop's Testament], so there were now as many as ten different styles of holy seals.

But regardless of whether they belonged to the North or South, for the current Rebirth believers, knowing the totems of the ten cardinal bishops could be said to be required content.

"My humblest apologies. I am a missionary under the High Priest Kane of the Batian Bishop branch stationed in the southwestern province of the Empire, and I am currently fulfilling my duties."

The silver-armored cleric bowed to Lanchi with the smallest possible movement.

"But why is a soldier directly under the Bishop of Destruction here?"

He turned around, closed the bedroom door, and asked Lanchi.

"I have an important task, to visit the cardinal bishops of the Northern Continent. Viscount Francis can provide me with invaluable identity disguise and convenience. I hope you will not make things difficult for the viscount."

Lanchi said gently.

If Hyperion were here, she could kick this silver-armored cleric like a ball without any problem.

But Lanchi was never the kind of irritable person who would act at the slightest disagreement.

He preferred to convince people with virtue, using the brilliance of humanity to make everyone understand and calm down to discuss solutions to conflicts and disputes together.

"..."

The silver-armored cleric was silent for a while after hearing Lanchi's words.

But he didn't mean to agree.

"You seem to have misunderstood something... Although we wouldn't go so far as to make things too difficult for the soldiers directly under the cardinal bishop, we are not obligated to take orders from clerics of other branches. We only believe in the strong, not those with high status."

After saying that, the silver-armored cleric turned his wrist, and a hint of disdain was frankly revealed at the corner of his mouth, meaning "I was too polite to you just now."

He had figured out the situation and didn't intend to waste any more time.

A mere clerical worker was not qualified to give them orders. They had killed clerics from other branches before.

There was no need for him to pay attention to such a weak soldier directly under the bishop.

After all, even if the Bishop of Destruction came, the Batian Bishop would not give him face.

"Is that so? In your opinion, am I a weakling?"

Lanchi saw the silver-armored cleric's stance and asked with a smile.

Sometimes there are indeed some violent students who dare to challenge school rules.

However, he has always been an enlightened principal. Faced with lost sheep, he will use love to educate them, actively communicate with them spiritually, instead of using crude methods to directly conclude the student's fate.

Without curiosity and a pure desire for knowledge as motivation, students cannot produce those inventions and creations that have great value to humanity and society.

"If you are strong, why would you bother reasoning with us instead of directly cleaning up? Are you a very merciful person?"

The smell of gunpowder was getting stronger.

The silver-armored cleric seemed to be mocking Lanchi's petty tricks, approaching him with oppressive steps.

This trick of bluffing was just a game of blowing bubbles.

It only needs to expand to a certain extent or be poked lightly to burst.

"..."

Lanchi closed his eyes, perhaps giving up resistance.

Or perhaps, the other party was so small in his eyes that he didn't need to look at them directly.