On the Seven Towers

On the third day after meeting Achimiro, he indeed arranged for Xiao Chen to be among the sages who met the saint.

Generally, each sage can only bring one attendant. Although it is not impossible for Achimiro to insist on bringing two people, after all, the saint's palace is under the control of the referee. Bringing one more person will definitely cause trouble. Attention from those who care.

So he took Xiao Chen with him alone, and rode a carriage across the Saintess' Bridge in the early morning of that day, and arrived at the Saintess' palace.

In Xiao Chen's opinion, the Saint's palace is not considered luxurious, at least it is much inferior to the palace of the Kingdom of Iberia. The main building of the palace is a four-story house, which surrounds a small front garden with other auxiliary buildings. Ami Silla's carriage stopped at this location, and two executioners in black came to open the door for them.

Xiao Chen jumped out of the carriage with Acimiro, was searched by the surrounding executioner guards, and then passed the inspection.

This palace was guarded by many executioners from the entrance, but unlike the executioners who went out to capture wizards, these executioners did not wear masks. They held spears in their hands and pistols at their waists, making them look very elite.

With Acemiro's guarantee, Xiao Chen's identity is naturally not a problem. He followed Acimiro, a familiar figure, into the main building. This white building has many furnishings on its facade, including various paintings, sculptures, and furnishings of various ages and styles.

With his keen perception, Xiao Chen felt that there was this special aura lingering on many of the decorations. This aura belonged to the owner who had used and played with these utensils. Before he became a saint, he might not have been able to feel these remaining auras, but now he could feel them. Xiao Chen quietly cast a detection magic with almost no magic fluctuations, and sensed that many of these artifacts were used by people with similar but different mental powers.

Glade in his pocket said to him through the Soul Bridge: "My guess is not wrong. The souls of the saints of the past generations may have part of the same soul, inherited through reincarnation, but the other part is different and belongs to Their bodies in this life.”

Xiao Chen said: "In this case, and the saint has not awakened, the communication strategy we adopt should focus on the current world."

Acimiro walked into a waiting room on the first floor. There was a coffee table and six chairs around it. Five other sages had already arrived, and each of them had an entourage standing behind them. When they saw Asimiro coming in, they all greeted him friendly, but no one asked about Xiao Chen. It seemed that Asimiro had already been angry with them.

The saint's meeting day only receives four to eight sages at a time, with six being the most common number.

Xiao Chen stood quietly behind Asimiro, listening to the sages talking about various factories and trading companies. He increasingly felt that his guess was correct. The group of people in front of him actually controlled the economic lifeline of the Western Continent Republic. . There is no question of whether these people are loyal or not to the Saint. As long as the Saint's idea is to develop the industry they control, then they will definitely stand by the Saint's side. But they were obviously dissatisfied with the current situation of the Saint. Xiao Chen heard several times that the saint was ignorant, woke up too late, had a bad temper, etc.

They chatted for less than half an hour when a burst of laughter came directly from outside the door. A girl who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, surrounded by four or five handsome and beautiful men and women of the same age, ran in from the back garden to the door. The lobby of the main building of the palace.

The leading girl has short maroon curly hair. Apart from some freckles on her face, she is very beautiful. Even among a group of handsome men and beauties, she looks the most outstanding. This group of boys and girls were all wearing white dresses, but only the first girl had a unique temperament. Under her similar youthful appearance, she seemed to be the only one hiding something dignified.

These young people seemed to have just played some game outside, and they were still talking and laughing. But when they saw the sages in the waiting room, their voices softened.

Only the red-haired girl still looked lazy, as if she didn't pay attention to these people at all. She muttered softly: "Why are the old guys here again? This month has passed too fast."

Her voice was not too soft, and any sage who was not hard of hearing could hear her clearly.

Several sages showed hesitation on their faces, and a sage named Balgos said seriously: "My Lady Saint, today is the monthly meeting day. Whether it is for you or for us, it should be It’s an important day and we have many serious issues to discuss. Didn’t you prepare at all?”

The red-haired girl stretched and said with an indifferent expression: "Anyway, you are there to talk every time we meet. I just need to listen with peace of mind. If I have different opinions, you will also talk about it." If you come up with a hundred reasons to refute it, what's the point? So I'm just going to listen with my ears. Isn't that good enough?"

Vargos stood up, flicked his robe and said: "My Lady Saint, please pay attention to the way you speak. Such dishonorable words should not come out of your mouth. You have not awakened yet, and all of us are I have the duty to guide you and regulate you! Please don’t let the saint’s reputation be brought to shame!”

The saint said: "How could it be? I can't even step out of this palace, and few people know me. How can I bring shame to the saint? All I can do every day is to be with my friends here. They are just playing around. They have seen me in various ways, what else can they be ashamed of?"

Balgos fiercely swept over the white-clothed boys and girls around the saint. These were the people arranged by the judicial authority to take care of her, and the way Balgos looked at them was as if he was looking at a dead person.

Then a white-clothed boy, perhaps thinking that the saint's words were funny, chuckled lightly.

At this time, Balgos made a move. He just moved his hand slightly, and a sharp fighting spirit flew out and hit the boy's chest, instantly blasting a big hole in his chest. Balgos pressed his hand forward again, and the splattered flesh and blood were actually blocked back, all hitting the boy himself.

The boy's body flew out like a broken bag with thousands of holes, and fell in the middle of the hall on the first floor.

The boys and girls screamed sharply, and were all frightened by this scene. Several people fell to the ground, rolling and crawling, and even a girl was so scared that she cried.

The saint standing in the middle of the group of people was calm, but the anger in her heart seemed to burst out of her eyes.

"Why did you kill my people!" the saint shouted angrily.

"Your people? Are they human? These rubbish who can only flatter are just your toys."

"Even if they are rubbish toys, they are still my toys! You are not qualified to do this!"