Chapter 209

Barov sat in his conference room, reading several field reports.

The conference room used to be a luxurious bedroom, but barrov never slept here. He just received his most trusted consultant and occasionally let his young female assistant relax for him.

At a time when things were so troublesome, he thought it was a good idea to hide here.

Anyway, he has to keep a clear head. Too much consideration of details will drown himself in it - he says he, she says she, and he can't control it.

He took a sip of wine imported from other planets, which was a good wine. Only crises at this level could match this good wine - and then continued to read the situation reports everywhere.

Barrov read that almost half of the No. 14 mining area had lost contact, and the workers there were encouraged by some kind of heresy to riot and occupy the whole area.

He shook his head and smacked.

He thought blocking all the main passages would end the riots, but now it doesn't seem to be enough.

He had to send a local defense force "excuse my interruption, bishop."

The giant stood still, looked down at the pale barov, and said with ridicule and Elegance:

"But we'd better deal with each other face to face. After all, I have the responsibility to save the world."

For a moment, barov felt as if he had been nailed to a chair by the other party's eyes. He wanted to stand up, but his weak legs resisted him sitting like this.

"I, I, I... You

"I'm the commander of the star Knight war, soshyan Alexei, representing the unlimited power of the emperor. I'm here to curb the spreading alien threat. Our enemies are much more difficult than you think, bishop."

"When... Of course..."

Barov nodded hurriedly and then stood up unsteadily.

"Dear angel, forgive me for my rudeness..."

"This is not the time to discuss these etiquette."

Soshyan smiled and waved his hand.

"I just have something to ask you."

"Yes -"

"As the head of the local national religion, I think you have heard of... The Lord of crows."

Barov's shoulder stiffened for a second, then wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and whispered in a very humble manner:

"This... I've never heard of it."

"Oh?"

Sosh raised his eyebrows.

"This is a secret sect. The Lord of crows is the god they worship. A group of miners believe in it. Have you never heard of it?"

"Is there still such a heresy for dereliction of duty? I'll send someone to investigate it immediately and give you an answer."

With that, barov wanted to press the electric bell on the table to summon his entourage, but the bell was immediately smashed by a large armored hand, which frightened the bishop to withdraw his hand like an electric shock.

"No hurry, I still have some problems."

Although soshyan was smiling at the moment, there was no smile in barrov's eyes, only the deep-rooted cold.

"According to my investigation of your personal history, your birth is incredible. Your father is a miner and your mother is simply a prostitute... Yes, don't be busy denying that that's your biological mother. The restaurant waitress your father married is actually yours

Stepmother. "

With that, soshyan took out the data disc.

"It's nothing. The Empire never lacks inspiring stories. It's not unacceptable that the lowest man climbed to the highest position... But until the age of 35, you were just the most ordinary priest assigned to the poorest and most violent neighborhood every day

He's basically good for nothing except drinking in that chapel. "

Hearing soshyan shaking out his life like a family treasure, barov's fat face became whiter than the surrounding walls, and sweat dripped from his chin to his stomach like rain.

"As far as you are concerned, you have neither excellent speech ability, fanatical belief, nor excellent background, but even so, after your 35th birthday, your life is like a free ride, and you start to climb the ladder. All your colleagues who have competitive relations with you,

It's either accidental death or disappearance, and everything happened flawlessly. There's nothing to blame you, just like the former bishop died of cardiac arrest in his bedroom... "

Soshyan threw the data disc onto the table, then put his hands on the table, looked closely at the bishop who was shaking like chaff, and whispered:

"This is not the most coincidental. What's more coincidental is that the No. 13 mining area where you were born is the area where the Ministry of justice encountered those heretics. Therefore, bishop, can you explain?"

"I, I..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say. Although the instruments of the legal department are not as complete as the trial court, I think you can still do it by prying open your mouth."

"I, i... I'm not a traitor."

Barov's psychological defense suddenly collapsed, collapsed directly on the chair, covered his face and sobbed.