As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

But the other party didn't even bother to say a word to him, which made him feel a little frustrated.

"Hehe, Your Excellency McGee, I haven't introduced this honorable lady to you yet."

Bolton was very proud of himself, but he was also very upset to see McGee.

It's just because this is the high-level professional who can be transferred the fastest at present, he has to endure the other party's arrogance:

"The lady standing in front of you is Egwen Garcia, known as [Undefeated Swordswoman]. She is the only descendant of the legendary hero Fan Lun Garcia."

As soon as the name Fan Lun Garcia was uttered, McGee's eyes immediately burst into light!

"The descendant of Sword Saint Fan Lun?"

As if he got to know the silver-haired girl again, he began to look at her seriously.

But when he saw the slender arms and the smooth skin on his hands, a trace of disdain immediately flashed across his face:

Like a knight, a swordsman is also a profession that requires hard physical training.

How much strength can a young woman who doesn't even have calluses on her hands and whose arms will break if she squeezes them lightly?

"This woman must be a vase specially held by the Poltan royal family in order to gain attention."

He has already set the shape of the silver-haired girl in front of him in his heart:

"What Undefeated Swordswoman...is just a title to scare laymen."

"The next step is to carry out the identification ceremony."

Bolton said solemnly:

"Trouble you, Captain McGee."

He turned around and apologized to the silver-haired girl:

"I'm sorry, Miss Garcia, next we will use secret methods to identify evil, and outsiders are not allowed to watch."

He paused, and said in a persuasive tone:

"However, if you can now have the status of a formal believer, it is not impossible to make an exception..."

"I'll wait for you outside."

Ai Wen would not be fooled by him, she replied blankly, turned around and walked out.

She and the Radiant Holy See are just using each other.

Once the incident is over, they will part ways, and they will have nothing to do with each other from then on. How could she be so stupid as to put a shackle on herself.

After a few minutes, there was an exclamation from inside the church!

"—God of Radiance! What a deep filth this is!"

Father Bolton shouted hoarsely:

"Quick! Purify it quickly!"

She hurried into the gate of the church, and saw that the altar, which was originally shrouded in light, was scorched black.

Bolton sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, watching in horror a mass of black air hovering in the air!

From time to time, the cloud of black air let out mournful howls, darting around the two of them, spreading a thick darkness everywhere.

In just a blink of an eye, the lights of the church became dim, and the room suddenly became gloomy.

"—Sword of Holy Punishment!"

Judge Knight McGee looked serious.

The long sword in his hand burst into dazzling golden light, and he slashed towards the cloud of black air with a loud shout!

"Crack!"

The golden sword edge cut across the space shrouded in darkness, accurately splitting the black air into two halves.

With an unwilling and vicious roar, the church was brightened again.

"The Demon King!——Definitely the Demon King!"

Bolton fell there, screaming tremblingly:

"I just saw a terrifying phantom! It is casting a curse on us!"

"What you see is not a phantom, but a hallucination."

McGee put down his long sword, frowned and said:

"The demon king Raotiga has already been defeated by several heroes, and even his soul has dissipated. How could he still appear in front of you and me?"

"Hey, maybe I read it wrong..."

Noticing the eyes of the silver-haired girl next to him, Bolton blushed and got up from the ground in embarrassment.

Then his face became serious:

"In any case, the enemies this time exceeded our expectations. I think it's best to call a few more strong men over..."

"There's no need for that."

The trial knight showed a strong self-confidence:

"It's just an opponent of this level. I am enough alone."

"But……"

Bolton's face was a little bitter.

——Why can't I think about it so much, and find such a hard-to-serve uncle?

"I'll help if necessary."

Egwene stepped forward and said:

"The enemy's strength is very strong, we'd better not take it lightly."

"Don't bother you, Miss Garcia."

McKee held out a hand, stopping her from continuing:

"If you want to witness the scene of the evil retreating with your own eyes, you can go with us as a backup, but you don't need to help at all."

Then he turned to Bolton and asked:

"Have you brought the relic?"

"of course."

When mentioning the holy object, Bolton's face became a little better:

"It's being soaked in holy water now, and it should be ready for use tomorrow."

This is their last trump card.

As long as the opponent is not a real demon king, no matter how powerful the evil thing is, it can be severely injured in one blow.

"Father Bolton, you said before that you can only discern evil after the bishop comes."

The silver-haired girl suddenly remembered something:

"where is he?"

"Hehe...he is right in front of your eyes."

Bolton straightened his collar, with an inscrutable smile on his face:

"Please allow me to introduce myself again. I am Bochum, the bishop of the capital area."

"It's a secret."

He deliberately said in an intimate tone:

"Because you are our trustworthy companion, I will tell you this in particular, please don't tell anyone else."

"The local bishop?"

The silver-haired girl touched her pocket subconsciously, and her face became strange.

—There is a seal there that belongs to the Holy See.

Now...she seemed to know who the seal belonged to.

Chapter 39 The Witch's Tale

"Marquis Josephine... this person is not simple."

Back on the carriage, she took out the seal:

"Is it really just a coincidence that you gave me this seal?"

"Or did he already know something?"

It seems that the banquet on the 9th must be attended.

The silver-haired girl thought deeply:

——If this is not a coincidence, then it is a red flag.

The other party neither exposed himself nor gave a clear intention, obviously waiting for an opportunity to showdown with her.

"I'm afraid it will be a Hongmen banquet at that time."

She opened the curtains with a sigh, and found a chance to throw the seal of the Holy See into the thick grass on the side of the road.

It is definitely a disaster to keep this thing on yourself, it is better to throw it away as soon as possible.

The carriage did not go home, but came all the way to the residence of the copper helmet dwarves.

"—Welcome! My benefactor and friend."

The dwarf shield warrior came out warmly and invited her inside.

"Wilbur, are you all up all night today?"

Seeing that the resident was very lively, many dwarves were singing and dancing, and drinking wine, she asked curiously.