Chapter 43 Old Guy [1]

"Wow!" Sahili spit out a mouthful of blood, smiled ferociously, and shouted at Boss Ma, "Yo, tiger, you're here too."

Ma Hu put his hands around his chest and said sneerfully, "You really have a bad taste. Is it very interesting for people at this level to play? After listening to it, it's really the waterfall sweat, a person at this level? This contemptuous tone is really a little devastated. How could those famous people, the veterans who participated in the last battle of the Northern Kingdom, not know that there was a Dalton named the Gallic Bull. Cosa? The demon who was beheaded by fifty people fifteen times. Let the Slavic Empire offer a reward of 35,000 gold rubles**.

I really dare to say it. Those tough men onlookers all have smiles on the corners of their mouths, but they have to admire them, Tiger. House, a son of a bitch, does have the right to say such a thing. There are not many people who can make this bastard angry. Counting it, I was in Jasmine's store with Bruce. Wayne's fire was really a little exciting. Just over three years later, Bruce. Wayne has become a loyal lackey under Mr. Ma. Who has ever thought about this? That can only be said, Tiger. House is really valued by the gods.

"The Gauls seem to have a lot of resentment." Boss Ma came over, grew up and stood there. Sahili took his clothes. After putting them on, he looked down at the unconscious Dulton. Cosa, and then shouted, "Come on, ask Father Paprov on West Street to come and give this boy a holy light. It's really disgusting, but forget it, the Gauls do have some resentment. If you want to do something, it's really sad that you don't have money and materials.

Mr. Ma curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Are you fucking qualified to talk about others?" Ma Hu means that you bastard is also thinking about how to resurrect the Northern Kingdom. Unfortunately, the financial and material resources of the Grand Duchy of Norman cannot support such a huge plan, so Sahili sighed.

"Ah, it's really hard to say. But anyway, it seems that Karan Bora is really active. Oh, it's really a bastard who dares to come to anything. He stood there with a cold sneer and roared, "Fuck son of a bitch! Did you call the priest or not?"

People around them were cold and said to their hearts: These three giants are really not a thing. At least they are the direct priests of the Holy See, but they are shouted by you like your men. They really dare to do anything! Damn, this world is really unreasonable. The god of light should pull these three bastards and two gods to death.

Father Paprov now doesn't know whether he still believes in the damn God. When the God of Light hears his confession, he is afraid that he will fall from the sky and beat him all over his head. In those years, the priest was also pure like a flower. Now, it is naturally the wind blowing the egg shell, and the wealth is happy. Do all the bad things you should do all at once and follow Tiger. House's eating is ten thousand times better than begging for food there with countless parishionaries on his head.

"Praise my Lord." After pulling a cross, Paplov bowed to Boss Ma uneasily and said, "Have a good day, Your Majesty."

"Hmm. Father, you look good recently. Boss Ma looked arrogant, as if he had seen an old servant for many years, and there was no respect and serious worship of the so-called Holy See. This bastard could not be more provocative about believing in such a thing. However... His Holiness the Pope is far away, and the emperor is only symbolically roaring twice. Even if a Knights Templar has been sent to the Earl of White, for Boss Ma, God is very good at bragging, but he can't make money and fight.

Although Boss Ma is very worried about the current situation, no one really pays attention to the strange combat effectiveness of the Knights Templar. For Boss Ma, the most powerful enemy will always be the Northern Legion of the Roma Empire and other legions. This enemy is a huge challenge that is difficult to shake, even extremely difficult and dangerous. Before that, it may be smashed to pieces at any time. And Boss Ma didn't want to find a group of fools to have a big fight at this time. What was the final result? It was really a headache.

"Blessed by His Majesty, the church people have been obviously much more generous recently. Recently, I have also thought of creating a new statue for the great god of light." Bablov wore a black priest's costume and a mass hat similar to a melonskin hat. His eyes drooped, and his chest was a pendant of the Holy Cross statue. The high bridge of his nose made the clergyman look very amiable. However, if someone knows that the priest is still whoring with the Thorn Bird and the Minotaur Norton, they don't know how many people will be stunned, but in the city of Tamsalu, what will not happen?

In the words of many people, in the city of Tamsalu, everything is possible.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense! Pavlov, give this bastard a holy light! Damn guy, it's really a Gaul who likes to talk big. You should let these idiots know what real men and warriors are!" Sahili roared at this side, and Paplov curled his lips without a trace, and then walked to Dalton. In front of Cosa, he waved the syllables, then sang in a low voice, holding the light nerves in his hand, and then sang loudly: "Show your supreme power! Holy light!"

Two miso, Dolton. The blood stains on Cosa's body suddenly disappeared clean, and the subtlety of the holy light made Boss Ma very surprised. How can this thing be so awesome?

Boss Ma once asked Charles, a magician, why people don't use such things as holy light on the battlefield.

Charles, a dead old man, looked at Boss Ma with the eyes of a fool, and then asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, if your body has just been cured, and then there are ten machetes around you, what effect do you think is the cure?"

Well... That old bastard Charles is right.

The holy light is a supernatural force. Boss Ma still hasn't figured out what the so-called magic is. Although in fact, he would rather believe that technical advantages can kill magic advantages, it does not mean that she despises this ability. If the Holy Light can be promoted, he can even organize an almost immortal legion. Unfortunately, the applicable conditions of the Holy Light are a little harsh. First of all, this person must be a clergyman, because only the Holy See has the ability to spread the magic of the Light Department. Without the spread of the archbishop under the Pope, no one can learn it at all.

Pseudo-believers like Paplov are just scum who eat and wait for death. The kind that is better disguised...

Dalton. Cosa's internal injury is naturally impossible to deal with it all at once, but the pain will be eliminated in an instant. In the words of Boss Ma to describe the holy light, it is a spell that has the ability to dispel pain and adverse reactions. The effect of this spell is a bit like a mixture of analgesics and strong heart needles. Of course... It is an enhanced version.

"Thank you, Paplov. I'll invite you to the Thorn Bird tomorrow." Shahili slapped Father Paprov on the shoulder and almost slapped him to death. This force made the priest grin and painful. He had long scolded the savage Viking in his heart.

Dalton. Cosa coughed and felt very uncomfortable all over. He felt that his breathing was really about to collapse. Boss Ma greeted twice, and the two pharmacists ordered someone to carry out the cup of Dalton. When he left the post, the bastard Sahili also raised his middle finger at the Gallic warriors.

This scum.

Boss Ma laughed and scolded, "Bastard, you really don't know how important it is." Dalton in the distance. Cosa looked at Boss Ma and Shahili from afar, blushing. Obviously, his perfect challenging behavior became a farce and a joke. What a breakdown..

"Thank you, Father. I will ask people to take the reward to the church to reward later. Boss Ma nodded, and Paprov repeatedly said yes, and then quickly left here. Seeing the priest leave, Boss Ma threw a straw pipe to Sahili and said, "Give it, make you feel better."

Sachili laughed and took over the straw pipe. Boss Ma smoked a pinch of tobacco from his pocket, stuffed it, then put it on the fire, nodded, and took a sip of it beautifully. Sahili sighed, a big smoke circle floated up, and then said sadly, "Damn, it would be great if this day is often like this. It's really comfortable not to fight and kill."

It seems that every man has the idea of unloading armor and returning to the field, but at least now the three bitches don't have such ability and opportunity.

The two guys leaned casually on the two pillars in front of the door. Behind them was a ruin, and in front of them was a rotten pit. Several women were stunned: Is this okay? These two guys are too thoughtful. At this time, they still have the intention to smoke with a straw pipe in their hands one by one?

On the roof opposite, the two old guys narrowed their eyes, and Warhammer Saxon whispered, "See? That's the kind of guy. He really messed up to the extreme. He never ignores the eyes and opinions of the people around him. This kind of person is really hard to see through.

The old white-bearded old man beside him laughed and shouted, "These young people are much more energetic than us!"

Boss Ma leaned against the pillar, looked at the opposite roof, waved his hand and shouted, "Yo, old Saxon, do you want to talk?"

"Bang! Did you find this stinky boy so soon?" Saxon curled his lips and felt very uncomfortable. After all, this little bastard didn't let him eat once or twice.

Sahili narrowed his eyes, looked ahead, and then whispered, "The old guy next to him seems to be very powerful."

"Ah, I see. I didn't expect that such an old guy would not be famous in Tamsalu City. Who do you think it will be?"

"I don't know."