Hearing Fang Hao's words, Rolana was somewhat speechless.
"Do you know him or not?" Rolana curiously asked.
"Not really, but there is some sort of connection between us." Fang Hao replied.
Rolana shielded her eyes from the glaring sunlight again, "You have the ability to kill him. There are more saints than him. If one dies, the church may not necessarily be too perturbed."
There were a total of 12 saints, and they were in competition with each other.
If one died, the other 11 might very well be relieved.
It wasn't surprising that Rolana's first thought was to kill him.
With an adversarial relationship, private assassinations wouldn't cause any feelings of guilt.
Fang Hao shook his head, "Forget it, they didn't provoke us, there's no need."
In his view, the difference between him and the saints was merely their differing allegiances.
He himself didn't bear any deep grudges or hatred.
"You're making the undead look bad..." Rolana muttered.
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