The world doesn't need succubus to save

In the warm study of the castle occupied by the Prophets, there is a young nobleman who does not look very old.

Whether it is appearance or etiquette, every detail is impeccable.

It's just that he has been sitting on the stool respectfully, his back is not leaning against the back of the chair, and he looks a little nervous.

And it was true, he was very nervous.

Jacelyn waited anxiously, fiddling with her fingers a little nervously.

Although he tried his best to maintain a superficial calm, his breathing was still a little short.

The people of the Prophet have completely occupied the city of nobles.

The army that the nobles are proud of is as fragile as a paper doll in front of the opponent, vulnerable to a single blow.

In less than three days, the opponent completely captured this city with a long history and legend.

And just when the nobles thought that everything had come to an end and began to despair, the Prophets did not take any wealth from the city.

It's just that the Prophet will send people to station in every corner of the city, restricting the entry and exit of the city.

That's it.

It doesn't look like much, but it's actually a complete occupation!

A conspiracy.

The other party gave the choice to the nobles to decide for themselves.

Whether to live or die, it's all up to them to choose.

Although the Prophet has not yet launched cleansing and extermination, it does not mean that it will not in the future.

There is a limit to kindness and patience, and the behavior of the great nobles who are willing to sell is undoubtedly pushing everyone to the brink of danger.

Although the reputation of the Prophets is indeed very good, along the way, they don't just rely on their mouths to gain respect from others.

Their fighting power is very powerful!

And the actions of the great nobles who have not pledged allegiance but only recognized the other party's status are actually provoking beyond their limits.

The nobles are actually not fools, don't they know this?

They are clear, very clear.

But the arrogance of the so-called nobles blinded them, and the pampering they have always had made them unable to accept lowering their noble heads to commoners.

The great nobles regard the kindness of the Prophets as awe and fear of the long-established system of nobles, and even think that everything they have now can still be preserved in the future.

ridiculous.

It's ridiculous!
Every time she thinks of the faces of those great nobles, Jia Silin wants to laugh out loud.

A group of wine bags and rice bags!
And unlike those big nobles who couldn't see the situation clearly and were still imagining that they could maintain their original status, Jia Silin and the others, who were of equal strength, were actually very aware of the situation at this time.

So, Jacelyn came down alone and in private.

The small and medium nobles decided not to listen to the fiddling of the big nobles, and expressed their sincerity to the Prophet in private.

This is an adventure.

Not only because he knew very well what his arrival meant to their little nobles.

It was because he was about to meet a living legend.

goo.

Swallowing the saliva in her mouth, Jia Silin held her palm hard, and her joints turned white under the force.

"The Prophet..."

prophet.

This is a mysterious figure that is taboo in many countries and churches.

He has created countless miracles and led thousands of people forward in the dark.

For the battered lowest commoners, this is almost the legendary figure equivalent of the gods.

Although the Jia Silin family is not big, it is definitely not small. They are not the kind of small nobles who are looking forward to the arrival of the savior to save them.

And compared to the bad nobles in the fish and meat town, although Jia Silin's family is not so clean, they don't oppress the people in their territory too much.

After all, population is wealth, and the behavior that reduces one's wealth is something that all rational nobles would not be ashamed of.

Logically speaking, Jia Silin shouldn't be nervous, but facing the upcoming meeting, his heart beat faster and faster.

Prophet, what will it be like?
Huihe legend is a kind and kind old man?

Or is it the same as the murderous strong man described by the nobles and the church?
Or……

dong dong.

!!!

The knocking on the door coincided with the beating of his heart, making Jacelin forget to breathe for a moment.

"I'm coming in."

bang.

"Please! Come in!"

Disregarding noble etiquette, she got up in a panic. When the nervous Jia Silin raised her leg, she bumped the stool lightly, and immediately turned her head.

"!"

Instead of seeing the old man and strong man in his imagination, Jia Silin saw a young man who was a bit too much, walking in with a cane entwined with blood-colored thorns and smiling.

Seemingly noticing Jacelin's bewildered gaze, the young man smiled and nodded.

"Don't be nervous, sit down."

"...Yes, thanks."

Sitting down in a daze, Jia Silin figured out who the young man in front of her was, even if she was in a daze.

Is he a prophet?
Doubt... There was some, but it dissipated quickly, leaving only a little bit of uncomfort in my heart.

In a world where magic power and gods exist, appearance doesn't mean anything, and the appearance of longevity species often has a big contrast with their strength.

What really puzzled Jia Silin was why the man in front of him looked like an ordinary mortal?

Jia Silin has also seen many priests and extraordinary creatures, and they all have obvious fluctuations in magic power.

And the prophet in front of him really didn't have any magical fluctuations on his body, not even the slightest bit.

It's weird!
Jia Silin couldn't believe that the leader who could do all this was really just a mortal.

And the Prophet has been famous for at least ten years. Could it be that before that, he was just a child and a half?
Jacelyn was skeptical about this.

Ning Feng smiled lightly and watched the details of Jia Silin's expression constantly changing. After waiting for a while, he nodded slightly and asked:
"Then, this Duke Jacelin, you came to see me, what's the matter?"

!!!

Suddenly regaining consciousness, Jia Silin straightened her back nervously.

"Yes!"

Jia Silin realized that true and false are not what he wants to think about and explore now!
Whether he is real or not, the other party is already sitting here, which represents the identity of the prophet.

"I'm sorry, I was a little shocked. I didn't expect that you would actually agree to this meeting."

"It's okay."

Leaning the cane to the side, Ning Feng sat on the stool in the study, interlacing his fingers and lightly resting on his lap.

"I'm also very interested in your intentions."

Taking a deep breath, Jia Silin adjusted her state in a very short time, slowly got up, and bowed to the prophet.

"On behalf of the Silver Alliance, I would like to convey to you our choice."