Chapter 613

Ren looked up at a window on the third floor of the villa, where Mrs. Elisa was. Ever since he and Viola entered the garden, he had been peeking behind the window, thinking that no one knew about it, but Just don't want to bother.

"After seeing her, I will negotiate with her. You just have to watch her, don't speak easily." Ren whispered.

"Okay." Viola nodded slightly.

After the confession, Ren opened a random door and took Viola in.

This is a luxurious reception room with a home style. The decoration is warm and comfortable. There is a soundproof circle hidden in the wall, and the location is very hidden.

"Peeping is not a good habit, Marquise." Ren said to Elisa who was standing by the window.

Viola bowed slightly and said, "I've seen Your Majesty."

"I am very yearning for all beautiful love, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances, please forgive me, Chairman Ren." Eliza explained without changing her face, and slowly sat down on the large and soft sofa, pointing Facing the sofa, he said, "Please sit down, both of you."

Ren shrugged noncommittally, and sat down with Viola.

At this time, Eliza was completely different from the posture in the salon, and there was not much smile on her delicate face. She was no longer a noble lady with the demeanor of a socialite, but she put on the airs of a saint-level extraordinary person.

She poured three cups of black tea on the coffee table, made a gesture of invitation, and picked up a cup to taste.

Viola hesitated.

Ren, however, picked up a cup without any doubt and drank a couple of sips, exclaiming, "Good tea."

There was surprise in Eliza's eyes, "Aren't you afraid that there is something wrong with this tea?"

"Based on my judgment of Madam, although we have conflicts, we haven't reached the point of poisoning you." Ren smiled confidently, "You don't have the guts either."

In fact, the eyes of the soul can tell at a glance whether Eliza has poisoned, and she has not.

Even if the tea is really poisonous, it is not afraid.

I have a level nine "toxin resistance" and strong physical fitness, and there are not many poisons in the world that can kill me.

The world of Arrenus is full of countless supernatural powers, and poison is relatively weak. Under various magical spells, poison can't exert much effect, and it is difficult to play a key role.

But the most important thing is that Mrs. Eliza did not have the guts to poison.

This is true, but it also hurts.

Mrs. Eliza's face changed when she heard that, she put the teacup heavily on the table, and said displeasedly with a "snap", "Young man, in front of you is a Destruction Warlock, the elector of the long-haired lady, Pope who represents His thousands of believers in the world, you had better be more cautious in what you say."

"I know."

Ren responded lightly, still without much respect.

Eliza couldn't help but get angry.

She has been in Northriel for many years, and anyone who sees her is not respectful, even Elder Nether must maintain respect in front of her, and dare not offend easily.

Who knew that he would run into a wall in front of a young man in his twenties.

Ren tilted his head slightly to look at her, his eyes were calm and unwavering, as if he was looking at an ordinary transcendent, and he almost didn't ask that sentence: "I know, so what?"

If Elisa were a holy soul wizard, I would indeed be a little bit afraid, but she was not.

Warlocks are also spellcasters, but they are still a bit weaker than holy soul wizards. Moreover, this is the Orienth Empire, a country ruled by wizards. There is a world of difference in whether they enter the Supreme Council. possess supreme status.

The Pope status of the Meishan Church may be a title that looks like a lofty mountain to others, but for me who is backed by the Modu faction, I don't need to worry too much at all.

Viola wanted to become pope, so he must support her.

This meant that he would have a showdown with Eliza sooner or later. There was no need to maintain that false etiquette. It was better to put pressure on the other party and open up the situation for subsequent negotiations.

The atmosphere in the reception room froze.

Eliza stared at Ren, her plump chest fluctuated, runes emerged on her skin, and colorful elemental energies were brewing in her eyes, forming waves of elemental waves around her, as if she was about to attack with anger at any time.

Viola didn't have such confidence, so she couldn't help but secretly sweat for Ren, but she kept Ren's previous reminder in mind and said nothing.

Ren faced the hostility of a destruction warlock calmly, and continued to drink black tea calmly.

The eyes of the soul actually locked on the other party to observe her emotional changes.

Eliza's anger was more feigned.

She suddenly smiled, "Sure enough, he is a hero." Then she turned to Viola and said, "Viola, you have found a good man."

Viola secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and responded proudly: "Thank you for your compliment."

"I apologize to you for my previous behavior." Eliza said in a very earnest tone: "We are all women's voters. We should help each other and work together to spread the teachings of women, not Because jealousy is not good for you."

"But I dare to swear in the name of the lady, Viola, I have no malice towards you."

"You should also feel it. When you first arrived in Northriel, you brought a phonograph and a camera. I am really happy. I just want to help you run the company, promote these two inventions, and attract more believers. .”

"I just made a mistake on a whim, and I hope you can forgive me."

After Elisa finished speaking, she stood up and bowed to Viola. From Ren's angle, she could just see the bottomless ravine, so he could only look away and ignore evil.

This heartfelt apology made Viola feel awkward.

She didn't know how to respond for a moment, and looked back at Ren.

What a scheming!

Ren snorted coldly in his heart.

Eliza is worthy of being a socialite who has been in the upper echelons of Northriel for many years. She is good at perceiving people's hearts and is extremely accurate. Knowing that she is not easy to deal with here, she turns the conversation to the kind-hearted Viola. La's sympathy and understanding, I can't make trouble anymore.

Just now Eliza's anger was feigned, and now her apology is also feigned, which is just her delay.

This woman is full of drama.

Drama performance is also a kind of art. As expected of the chairman of the Imperial Art Association, he has almost integrated his acting skills into his instincts, and most people really can't resist it.

Fortunately, Viola was not easy to fool, and did not immediately accept the apology.

"Ma'am, please get up." Ren said eccentrically, "You are a destruction warlock, we cannot afford such a great gift."

Eliza looked up and met Ren's mocking eyes.

The sad look on her face quickly disappeared, she sat back slowly, and said softly: "I would like to apologize, Viola, whether you accept it or not is none of my business."

The eye of the soul saw her emotional change and changed her attitude again.

"There is no need to apologize." Ren grasped the opponent's rhythm and laughed, "If an apology is useful, what do you need a holy swordsman for?"

Eliza grimaced, "What do you mean?"

"Madam's salon is doing well. I heard it's very famous in Northriel?" Ren asked back, and continued without waiting for the other party's answer: "Everyone knows that Madam is the president of the Imperial Arts Association, and the salon is held to spread the word. There is nothing wrong with the teachings of the long-haired lady, but if someone uses the name of Sharon to secretly spread the belief of evil gods in Malingo Manor..."

Mrs. Eliza finally couldn't sit still, and sternly denied: "There is absolutely no such thing."

Viola's expression also changed drastically.

Worshiping evil gods is the most serious crime in the empire. No one dares to commit it, and you can't talk nonsense.

"Whether there is such a thing, my wife should know better than me. Let the holy swordsman come to the manor to check it out tomorrow."

Ren leaned back on the sofa, his posture was very relaxed, but his tone was not loose in the slightest.

He is not talking nonsense.

After entering Maringa Manor, the all-seeing eye inspected the layout and people of the entire manor, no matter how secret it was, there was nothing to hide, and everyone's flame of faith could be clearly seen.

In just a few minutes, Ren found out some believers of evil gods.

What they worship is the Lord of Chaos, the minion of the evil god of the abyss who is most likely to lurk in the human kingdom, tempting others with lust and fornication, and causing people to degenerate into followers of evil gods. Eliza's salon is nominally to practice the long-haired lady's view of love, to be extravagant and promiscuous, to mess with the relationship between men and women, which is the best cover for the followers of the Lord of Chaos.

As the chosen one, Eliza has no problem with her belief.

But she allowed the followers of the evil god to grow and grow in her manor, even if she didn't know it, she still had to bear a great responsibility.

Seeing Ryan's swearing, Eliza panicked.

As Ryan said, she actually had doubts.

Since my salon became more and more famous more than ten years ago, many people came here admiringly, and did some outrageous things in the secret room of the manor, which became more and more dirty. But repeated prohibition.

Sometimes, she had to use other excuses to suspend the salon, but after a long period of suspension, she would encounter some inexplicable pressure from all parties in Northril.

There are always people asking about the date of the next salon, and she can't judge whether the people who ask are normal or have fallen.

Undercover investigations yielded no results.

The believers of the Lord of Chaos are the most cunning. They are not like the degenerates who have a blood-soul attack. Their appearance and thinking are no different from ordinary people. It is just that the gods they believe in come from the abyss. After death, their souls fall into the abyss and become the minions of evil gods.

They will also contact secretly to form an underground force.

Eliza suspected that there was such an evil god force in Northriel, and she was deeply entangled with her own Sharon, and even Sharon became their point of contact. So every time the salon is closed, these evil god believers will secretly attack and force themselves to continue.

The various benefits brought by hosting the salon also made her reluctant to report to the Justice Church.

Eliza could barely control the situation, carefully screened the origin of each guest, and tried to prevent the followers of evil gods from getting in.

This is the biggest secret in her heart and one of her weaknesses.

Unexpectedly, Ren was caught.

Eliza was flustered, but her face was very calm, and she said nonchalantly: "Which city in the human country does not have believers of evil gods, they are like weeds that can never be eradicated. Those who don't know are innocent, even if a few people are caught in my manor What does an evil god believer have to do with me?"

Ren saw that she was only strong on the outside but capable on the inside.

He shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Whether you are guilty or not is not up to me. Save this sentence and explain it to the chief arbitrator later. Maybe he can let you go."

The great arbitrator is the Pope of the Justice Church.

The Church of Justice is not the Church of Goodness. As one of the three gods of the empire, the power and strength of the Church of Justice is more than a hundred times higher.

The Grand Arbiter currently in office is His Majesty Lusper.

This holy swordsman with the reputation of "Justice Sword God" is the chosen one of Tyrael and the most powerful holy swordsman in the world. It is said that he has reached level 30 and his strength is unfathomable.

He controls the judicial system of the entire empire. He has two extraordinary armed forces, the "Silver Hand Holy Sword Squad" and the "Sword of Order". The temples of justice are all over the empire but not limited to the empire. He has a higher reputation and status than several lonely holy soul wizards.

Eliza's pupils contracted invisibly.

She has met the Sword God of Justice a few times, and she is well aware of the opponent's powerful strength. What is even more awe-inspiring is Lusper's indifference and hostility to all evil monsters, and he will never show mercy.

But I am a holy rank and God's chosen one, so I don't need to be so afraid.

The Pope status of the Good Good Church is not enough to make Lusper feel angry at himself, and if he finds some connections, he should be able to get rid of the crime.

Eliza comforted herself.

"You can go to the Justice Church to report it. It would be great if you can help me catch the believers of the evil god." She sat down again with an indifferent expression on her face.

If it is not for the eyes of the soul, it is likely to be deceived by Eliza's acting skills.

"Since Madam is so confident, I can rest assured." Ren nodded, "I will report to His Majesty Lusper later, I believe he must be very interested."

After speaking, he got up, "Viola, let's take our leave."

"No." Eliza picked up the black tea and drank it leisurely.

Ren was about to open any door, as if remembering something, he turned around and said, "I almost forgot, ma'am, someone asked me to deliver a letter to you."

He took out a statement with a few lines written on it, and gently placed it on the coffee table.

"letter?"

Eliza was a little puzzled and picked it up to read.

It was also the first time for Viola to know the existence of this letter. He had never heard of it from Rennes before, so he couldn't help being curious.

Unexpectedly, Eliza lost her composure after only reading the contents of the letter.

"This is real?"

There was a trace of panic in her eyes, and she seemed to be more frightened than when Renn threatened her with the followers of evil gods just now, and her hands trembled.

Ren laughed: "Is it true, Madam will know soon."

Eliza's face changed drastically.

The eye of the soul also saw that her soul color was constantly changing, and she was in a fierce struggle. Ren had already opened any door and was about to enter.

"Speaker Ren, please stay!"

Eliza hurriedly asked to stay, and after Ren sat down again, she squeezed a smile on her face, raised her hand to brush her curly red hair, and barely regained her composure and asked, "What does Speaker Ren want?"

Ren ignored her charm and said firmly: "Madam, please abdicate and give up the Pope's throne and the title of president of the Imperial Arts Association."