Chapter 580: Please Allow Me to Refuse

Seeing this, the bishops bowed slightly one after another, and then left the great hall.

When walking out of the great hall, Marshall turned his head slightly and looked at Steve sitting upright in the great hall.

Although he had given up on this attack, it didn't mean he gave up all attacks.

Letting a Devilman ride on his head, just thinking about it made him feel it was a strange and tremendous humiliation.

So Steve must step down, and he must step up, only this way could he lead the Primal Scripture Adherents to rebuild a home belonging to themselves.

Just now he was still wondering if he should endure for a while longer.

But looking at it now, this opportunity he had been bitterly waiting for seemed to be right before his eyes.

Although borrowing a knife to kill someone wasn't a fresh trick, if it was the witches who were still chasing and killing invaders all over the map even now, there should be no problem.

Steve wanted to use the Knight Order squadron currently in the city to deal with the witch inside the Angel Race's dense forest.

Although this would cause the entire Holy City to suffer some destruction more or less, and there would definitely be personnel casualties.

But the price of all this was worth it.

As long as he sat on the throne and became the Pope, he would definitely lead everyone towards a new future.

Yes.

The mercenaries Steve mentioned were the members of the Knight Guild.

Originally, for a place like the Holy City, outsiders basically wouldn't be allowed to enter.

But this time, because they needed to discuss some matters with the Knight Order, they invited one of the Four Great Knight Commanders of the Knight Guild to lead a team for a visit.

As a result, he didn't expect it to come in handy here.

Thus, after everyone left, Steve took out his card and started sending messages to the Knight Commander of the envoy delegation.

Steve: "Hey buddy, I have a big business deal here, want to do it?"

Death Knight Hector: "What business?"

Steve: "Right now there's a witch attacking our ally's territory, so I need you to lead people over to see what's going on. It would be best if you can kill that witch and teach her a lesson."

Death Knight Hector: "What witch? White? Black?"

Steve: "Black Witch."

Death Knight Hector: "Just one?"

Steve: "Right, just one."

Death Knight Hector: "Then please allow me to refuse this business."

Steve: "Why?"

Death Knight Hector: "Not afraid of witches bunching up, only afraid of a witch acting alone. This is a matter of common sense, have you sat in the Pope's seat for so long that you don't even remember?"

Steve: "Rather than saying I don't remember, it's better to say I've never even heard of it."

Death Knight Hector: "Alright, meaning that Black Witches who go out alone are all very powerful existences. If there's nothing, don't provoke her, otherwise she can annoy you to death."

...

As someone he invited into this city that originally should have been top secret, could he not know what kind of person Hector was?

Among the Four Great Knight Commanders of the Knight Guild, the most radical one was this guy.

As a result, such a person he understood actually spoke words telling him not to provoke others.

This was more or less tainted with a bit of eeriness.

Steve: "What you said is a bit exaggerated, the other party isn't a renowned witch like the Tower Witch or Poison Witch, how could there be such a big trouble."

Death Knight Hector: "Then there's nothing to talk about, anyway I've reminded you."

Death Knight Hector: "If you don't believe it, you can wait and see. Barring any accidents, in at most six or seven hours, you should receive news that your ally's side has fled as a whole race or suffered heavy casualties."

Death Knight Hector: "Of course, the premise is that your ally still has guys who survived."

Seeing Steve questioning his words, Hector also didn't care at all, lightly replying with a few sentences.

Subsequently, he didn't speak anymore.

Steve: ...

Sitting on the chair, Steve looked at the card chat interface in his hand and sank into deep thought.

Results will come out in a few hours?

Then should he dispatch troops over or not?

If the other party was truly as powerful as Hector said, then dispatching troops over would also be of no help.

But if he didn't dispatch troops, the Divine Tree side wouldn't have any guarantee.

Just what exactly should he do?

Steve right now felt whatever he did was wrong, it felt a bit like being blocked at both ends, he was very conflicted.

Otherwise, send people to take a look first?

No, no, no, doing that would be worse than directly dispatching troops over to make himself feel at ease.

But the problem was...

Just like this, Steve was conflicted in his mind about whether or not to dispatch troops.

As a result, before he himself could produce an outcome, Angela far away in the dense forest helped him make the choice.

"Your Eminence... Your Eminence...!?"

Don't know how long passed, while Steve was still conflicted, the attendant beside him woke him up.

"What... what's wrong!???"

The startled Steve shivered all over.

"Just now new news came from the Angel Race's side again."

"What! What is it!!"

Hearing there was new news again, Steve excitedly asked the attendant.

"The people of the Angel Race sent news saying the Witch Race snatched away most of the supplies in their warehouse, the Divine Tree was also dug up, the clan members suffered heavy casualties, even the Clan Leader died. So they hope we can send people to help them find a new habitat."

"..."

Hearing this news, Steve was entirely dumbfounded.

The Clan Leader died in battle, the clan members suffered heavy casualties, the Divine Tree was dug up, the supplies were snatched...

Any one of these news items would be explosive enough if released alone. As a result, he didn't expect them to actually all gather together.

Sure enough, wherever witches went, not an inch of grass would grow.

They would just grab everything for themselves.

The key was that in the end, this group of Avian people even had to migrate the entire race to find a new place to settle down.

Just how much time had passed, how did the situation develop in a direction no one had ever imagined?

No! Hector thought of this matter of the entire race migrating.

It was just that he himself hadn't believed it.

Lowering his head to look, Hector's messages on the card were still displayed there.

Right now, they seemed even more piercing to the eyes.

"How long has it been since you transmitted the message just now?"

At this moment, Steve thought of a very fatal question.

"About over two hours."

"What! It's actually been two hours?"

"Yes, I saw Your Eminence was constantly pondering a problem, so I didn't interrupt."

"..."

Steve fundamentally never expected that he could actually ponder a question so self-forgetfully for over two hours.

This was simply an unimaginable matter.

However, since the Divine Tree on the Angel Race's side had already been dug away, him still being conflicted seemed a bit like a clown.

"Send people over and casually find whatever cliff for that group of Avian people to live on and it'll do."

Because the Angel Race no longer had the Divine Tree, they became Avian people. Even regarding the matter of choosing a new habitat proposed by the other party, he didn't take it to heart.

After all, he also couldn't possibly pay attention to those useless people who couldn't bring him any benefits.