Chapter 411 Temple Talk

Cinella coughed in pain and even frowned completely, which could make such a strong man at the peak of the pyramid so uncomfortable that she could imagine what kind of pain she was suffering.

Huh? Are you poisoned!? Lance looked at the abnormal blue and black in the pale face of the beauty in his arms and asked seriously.

Although the Eastern Continent has a great magician's Association with a long history and the most famous pharmacists, when it comes to the use of poison, the most audible is still the poisoner in the dark parliament of the Western Continent. Lance has been studying and fighting against the dark parliament in his previous life. Naturally, it can be seen at a glance that the poison of Cindrala came from the dark parliament, and this toxin is quite powerful and domineering.

Without any hesitation, he aroused the magnificent light power in his body and injected it into Cindler's body without money. Cinella, who had gradually entered a state of fainting, felt the comfortable divine power and woke up a little. She is not the blood clan of her descendants. Because her body has been completely dark and evil, she is afraid of the power of light. On the contrary, she, who has a pure bloodline, is still a little close to this sacred power.

She reluctantly opened her eyes and whispered, "This is useless... Lance... I... got... cough..."

"Cindera, what are you talking about!" Lance came up anxiously, and his face was full of regret. If he could have listened to what the other party said earlier, he would have found a corresponding solution, and he would not be as urgent and blind as now.

She also seemed to know that it was difficult to tell the story. Cinderila no longer tried to tell Lance what poison she was in. She tried to say, "I... want the light... the power of the thunder sword..."

After saying that, she moaned in pain, and then her body trembled slightly and her whole body began to tremble. Layers of strange forces began to wrap around her body, and then in Lance's surprised eyes, her body began to become smaller...

There is nothing wrong with falling into the secret method of self-restoration and repair, but in just half a year, the toxins in Cindella's body are far from being removed. Today, she felt the pressure of powerful enemies who could threaten her life, and she woke up. Then the hard struggle with Monroe aggravated the injury in her body. At this time, she could only return to the original most harmless appearance...

A little girl who was extremely delicate and cute appeared in front of Lance. This time, he witnessed the whole process of this magical secret method and was indescribably shocked. However, unlike before, Cinella's injury seems to have become smaller than her previous appearance, and she is still in a coma.

Lance was so anxious that he had no time to appreciate that this little sister had become smaller and cuter. He looked up and found that Cinderila had used the power of space to move the two out of the imperial capital. According to his memory, at this moment, the two are on the outskirts of a city in the middle of the empire. There are no people around them, only vegetation and trees, which are suitable for hiding. No wonder Clera chose this place.

Because of going to the magician's guild, Lance did not bring the bright left thunder sword, otherwise it would not be so troublesome at this moment. He directly operated the light power of the thunder sword, summoned the right-hand sword in the temple, and then formed a real light artifact, which could completely remove the toxins from Cidella's body. However, the left-hand sword is not with him now. Otherwise, the thunder sword will be used frequently in such a short period of time. Even if it is spoiled by His Majesty the Pope, he will inevitably be scolded. What's more, there is such a problematic figure around him. Who knows that the old man who lives in the light is seeing the old man of this blood clan. What will be unimaginable after antiques?

Without the thunder sword, Lance could only return to the imperial capital as soon as possible. He did not know that Cindrala's current state was called 'back to the source', which could avoid further damage to the body, so he was very worried and did not want to stay here for a moment. The silver fighting spirit at the level of the swordsman level was run to the limit by him, and the muscles of his legs operated crazily, leaving a series of shadows in the air and running in the direction of the imperial capital...

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In the huge temple of light, Lance knelt on one knee and waited for the old man under the light to speak.

"The Monroe message said that this meeting was very smooth, didn't it, Lance?" His Majesty's light words came.

Lance has been kneeling on one knee. His head looked at the ground. At this moment, it was lower. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Well... It's going well..."

In the supreme hall of the Temple of Light, His Majesty the Pope sits as usual. However, today, the skylight was opened on the top of the church, and the bright sun sprinkled in. The Pope's face was so bright that people could not see his face clearly. After listening to Lance's words, the most noble old man in the world moved slightly at the corners of his mouth and seemed to be laughing.

"Lance, I'm not very confident in your words." The Pope said lightly.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slipped from his forehead. After his rebirth, the meeting with His Majesty was carried out in a very peaceful environment, so that he had forgotten that the old man was the most sacred and majestic existence in the world. It's really difficult to hide your mind in front of him. So he just lowered his head and didn't say anything.

If you don't say anything, it doesn't mean that things can end, because this is the temple, not at home, and the two sides of the dialogue are not parents and children, but a people under the cover of the supreme pope and light, so silence is not a good way. What's more, the old man in the light seems to have a lot to ask.

"I heard Monroe mention that there is still a peerless holy land strongman beside you, is that right?"

Lance frowned tightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then he finally raised his head bravely. What was on his face was not relieved after he finally decided, but full of anger.

"It's okay not to mention Monroe, the president of the Magician Association. I get angry when I mention him!" Lance said with a thick neck and a red face.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be so angry. Let's talk about it." The Pope nodded with great interest and did not expose the suspicion that Lance was now on the topic. Instead, he followed his words and followed his will.

"Well, that's it. I was careful all the way as you ordered..." Lance nodded and began to describe a series of things that happened in the Sorcerer's Guild today.

"...but I didn't expect it at all. It's really not speculative, and I don't know which sentence he heard. Suddenly, he lost his mind and took action on the spot. I don't know whether he wanted to suppress me or teach me a lesson. In short, it's extremely ridiculous!" Lance said angrily, "If you hadn't told me his real age, I would have thought that the president of this generation of the Wizards Association would have been confused."

"Did you talk to him about the speed of practice and talent?" After pondering for a while, the Pope suddenly asked.

"Well, yes. It's just that he mentioned the topic first. It seems that he was very unhappy for me to jump from a high-level peak to a great swordsman in a short time, and praised and degraded me. Then I said that I couldn't compare with him, and he was angry. Lance spread out his hands and described the content of the conversation at that time in the shortest words, with a innocent face.

"Oh, I see." The Pope nodded slowly, but there was no follow-up.

"Uh, Your Majesty?" Lance looked at the silence and asked tentatively.

"This...what the hell is going on? I still haven't figured out why the president of the Magicians Guild suddenly became angry.

Maybe it has something to do with his promotion to a holy magician. It's just that this is an extremely private matter within the Magician Guild. Except for Monroe, only the president of the previous generation knows it, and I don't know much about it. The Pope shook his head.