The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Dear Dean, I would like to ask you to allow me and the children to go to prison, admonish those stray lambs whose eyes are covered by violence, bring them back to the right path and bathe in the glory of God!"

With the fearless spirit of a martyr, bishop rolle looked at Jiang qianxia, who was almost choked by tea, with burning eyes.

"The gods taught by your gods are fake. You are a good scholar. Don't brainwash others all day. As a result, you brainwash yourself too? Jiang Wenjie has complained to me many times that you are tired. If you do this again, I will impose compulsory discipline on you!"

Jiang qianxia slapped him on the ground. Rolle laughed twice and said with a sad face: "Dean, my children and I know that the God of heaven was invented at the beginning."

"But think about it. Could it be the guidance of their own gods that made the original" respected, benevolent and wise bishop rolle, your holy name resound on both sides of the Danube River? "

Raising his head, William caressed his chest with a sad one hand. "You don't know how sad my father, Duke of green, was after the news of your disappearance came from the God church. Even his majesty Charles II mourned for you for three days."

Unexpectedly, there were still people worried about his escape. Rolle was also moved to sigh and burst into tears.

Let them talk for a while and talk about the Old English for a long time. When their mood calmed down a little, Jiang qianxia clapped his hands and motioned them to turn their attention back.

"You can talk about the past later. Now, count William, I want to know if you have some mysterious tasks besides meeting your majesty this time?"