Emma was unhappy staying in the mansion. At this moment, she felt that her identity as the Holy Lady of Storm was a burden to her.
She even had the thought of leaving the Temple of Storm.
However, the moment she thought of that, she immediately felt sorry for the Goddess of Storm.
After all, the church had spent a lot of manpower and resources on her. They even gave her the divine artifact Eye of Storm.
It was safe to say that Emma had gained a foothold in the Kingdom of Hollevin and wasn't affected by other nobles' marriages and other political factors, partly because of the help the Church of Storm had given her and her identity as the Holy Lady.
If she left the Temple of Storm at this moment, it would be a betrayal to the Goddess of Storm.
Emma wasn't an ungrateful person, so the thought of leaving the Temple of Storm only popped up in her head for a moment before it disappeared.
Betta and Shirley came down from the slope and went straight to the mansion that they had monitored last night.
Hardly had they approached the mansion when the butler who had been waiting outside came to them. He bowed politely and said with a smile, "Mr. Red Divine Priest, our master has prepared food and drinks in the living room. He's been waiting for you."
Beta turned around and looked at Shirley. "It sounds very hospitable, but it's definitely not a good feast."
Holding Beta's arm, Shirley narrowed her eyes and said with an enchanting smile, "I think they're afraid of you, or they wouldn't have been so cautious."
The butler had noticed Shirley a long time ago. After all, she was a rare beauty in the world, and no normal man could ignore her.
Hearing what Shirley said, the butler was slightly unhappy. He retorted with a grim face, "Beautiful lady, please allow me to say a few words to my master."
This butler was a young man. Most of the time, butlers were usually middle-aged or old people.
That was because middle-aged and old people were more mature and considerate. Young people, on the other hand, were generally more aggressive. Although it was good to be aggressive, it could easily ruin things when it was important.
A butler had to manage a manor, or even several manors, from the daily work of the servants to the food, clothing, and transportation of the master. He even had to help the master manage the property of the manor. Without a comprehensive view of the big picture and a calm mind, it was impossible for him to be qualified.
Those were the qualities that most young people lacked.
Shirley looked at her and smiled, "Please speak."
Looking at Shirley's beautiful face, the young butler felt his mouth go dry. He lowered his head slightly and said, "First of all, our master is a very hospitable aristocrat. He has a noble identity and is approachable. Secondly, our master is very brave. He once went alone on a horse to hunt a demon wolf. Now, the demon wolf's head is hung in the master's living room, and the wolf's skin has become our madame's beautiful coat. "
"Demon Wolf." Shirley turned to look at Beta and smiled, "When are you going to kill a Demon Wolf and make some clothes for me?"
"We'll talk about it when I'm free."
When Shirley heard this, she was so happy that her eyes seemed to be filled with little stars as she excitedly said, "Then it's settled! "
The young butler was a bit unhappy. He only knew that the person in front of him was called the Red Priest and was a Professional, but he had no idea how powerful this person was or what kind of deeds he had done.
Ordinary people had the habit of judging people by their appearance. Besides, Betta was "cursed" by the butterfly girl. He emitted a faint fragrance that would make those who liked him like him like him even more, and those who hated him would hate him even more.
It was almost the instinct of all males to show off in front of the beautiful opposite sex. The young steward gradually developed some hostility towards Betta. He whispered in a strange tone, "Demon wolves are very ferocious animals. They are fast and cunning. Even if you are a Professional, without some strength, it is impossible to hunt one. "
Both Beta and Shirley were Masters, so naturally they could feel the faint hostility coming from the other party. They also understood where this young steward's hostility came from.
However, Beta did not intend to lower himself to a young butler's level. He was here to talk business, not to be jealous.
"Thank you for your advice." Beta smiled slightly. "But can you take us to see your master now?"
Seeing that Beta had admitted defeat, the young butler glanced at Beta with some pride and walked in front.
Shirley was behind him, one hand holding Beta's arm as she covered her mouth and chuckled.
The young butler brought the two to the door of the living room. He then looked eagerly at Shirley, but found that she was not paying attention to him at all. He was immediately disappointed.
The door to the living room opened. Beta looked in and saw five people sitting inside, four men and one woman. The woman was naturally Tina, who he was very familiar with.
Seeing Beta, Tina seemed very calm, but Beta took the initiative to greet her.
"Tina, long time no see. I didn't expect you to be a Master already. " While greeting Tina, Beta found a place to sit down. "Can you introduce me to your other four friends?"
Shirley sat down next to Beta and observed Tina with great interest.
Shirley knew Tina, but she didn't know much about her. She only knew that she became a Paladin because of Beta, but she was also a little surprised that a person who became a Paladin more than a year ago had now become a Master powerhouse. She was quite curious about what role Beta played in this.
At this moment, Burke interrupted with a gloomy face, "Mr. Red Priest, now that you're here, let's talk about the issues that are of great importance to both sides."
Tina slightly shook her head at Beta and didn't say anything.
"Well, that's true." Only then did Beta look at him. "But can you introduce yourself, sir? This should be the first time we've met."
Burke said somewhat sarcastically, "I don't think you know anyone except Tina, sir."
As soon as this was said, Jojo, Dior, and Zooey all put on meaningful expressions. In fact, what Burke said implied that Beta was inexperienced and ignorant.
Beta pretended not to understand the hidden meaning in the other party's words and said with a smile, "Indeed, so you have to introduce yourselves."
Pointing to himself, Burke said, "Count of Faross, a member of the Yiming family."
He pointed to the person next to him and said, "Count of Faross, Zooey Cage. The other two are the Knights of Light of the Brilliance Shrine, Jojo and Dior, who are quasi-Master-level experts. "
"You all seem to be big shots." Beta smiled and said, "But as people of Faross, you came to our Hollevin to buy land and live. Isn't that a little too far?"
Burke smiled confidently and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. Hollevin is our vassal state."
In the space of Mystra's Mansion, Emma's delicate eyebrows were raised high, looking a little angry.
Faross was the most powerful country in the human world, with the largest territory and the largest army. And most importantly, more than a hundred years ago, Hollevin and Faross had signed the Black Sea Pass Oath, which was called an alliance treaty but was actually an unequal vassal treaty.
Because of this oath, the nobles of Faross had the right to buy land and live in Hollevin.
However, the nobles of Faross rarely lived in Hollevin. After all, they were separated by the Kingdom of Urganda, which was a long way away. Moreover, the nobles of Faross were quite proud. They felt that they were the center of the world, and there was no need to go to a remote place like Hollevin to live.
Beta was a little surprised. "Since when did Hollevin become a vassal state of Faross?"
His question was directed at Tina, and when Burt and the others heard this, the disdain in their eyes grew a little stronger. He didn't even know this common sense. How ignorant was this Red Priest?
Tina smiled bitterly and said, "It was more than a hundred and sixty years ago. The specifics are quite complicated."
Beta sighed inwardly when he heard this. In the game, because the Golden Sons were all born in Hollevin, Hollevin's strength soared within a few years. At that time, the royal family of Hollevin, with the power of the Golden Sons, fought against the outside world year after year and never lost. They more than doubled their territory and almost destroyed the Kingdom of Urganda.
Although Hollevin was not the strongest country in name at that time, in reality, Hollevin, with a large number of Golden Sons, could even challenge five or six other large countries. Therefore, in the view of a "player" like Beta, Hollevin was the center of the game world.
But now it had fallen to the point of being a vassal state. Beta's mood was very complicated.
"Well, since you have the right to purchase the land, I'm not in any position to say anything more." Beta had an expression as if the world was fickle. "So, now it's time to get down to business. I'm very curious, everyone from the Illuminati, what are you doing in the territory of the Church of Woking? If you don't have an explanation, then I'll have to do things according to the rules."
The words "war of the gods" and "war of the holy" sounded grand at first glance. But if one looked down from a certain frame, in essence, the war between gods was very similar to the behavior of the underworld fighting for territory.
It was just that the underworld fought for land, wealth, and hidden power.
And what the gods fought for was faith, and what they fought for was the hearts of the people.
Burke sneered. "You have the nerve to say that this is the territory of the Church of Woking? This was originally the mission area of the Illuminati. "
"This was originally a slum, not your mission area." Beta chuckled and said sarcastically, "Although the Illuminati claim to save the world, you never save the poor. You are only interested in ordinary civilians and nobles who can donate offerings. It is the Church of Woking that has turned this place into a pure land that everyone yearns for. "
"Then tell me, what's going on with that temple in the west." Burke asked coldly, "Don't tell me that it's also a slum."
"You know, the rules." Beta patted the table lightly, and said slowly: "There is an agreement between the gods, and the fight between believers must maintain the bottom line. You clergy have crossed the line, dare to stretch out your hand, I dare to chop it off, which is very reasonable."