I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Not only do you not want to make them angry, you also have to keep smiling.

Now, he shuddered at the sight of Claire, cursing the damn witch in his heart.

"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you make a confession of guilt?"

Miss Sheila kicked the pastor on the butt, and the latter became even more resentful.

He knew Xila. Wasn't she a famous adventurer in the city of Roma? How could she have joined the traitor?

Is Harun really that good?

The old man had a look of grief and indignation on his face, and then, with a tone of humiliation, he spoke to the people below almost as if reading a script.

"I was wrong. I was wrong. I shouldn't have offended Miss Magician. Miss Magician is a kind person. Looking at her beautiful silver hair and pure face, you can tell that she is not a bad person. But I was blinded by greed and let the guards arrest her..."

"Some righteous citizens did try to persuade me that I might have arrested the wrong people, but I was blind. In order to meet the church's targets, I actually sacrificed these two beautiful ladies for my promotion."

The people were angry but dared not speak out, but the adventurers laughed heartily.

It is a rare event in a thousand years for the Holy Church to make a fool of itself and admit its mistakes in public.

Of course, the adventurers wouldn't step forward. They wouldn't do anything without money. Besides, some A-rank adventurers had already seen through it.

This witch's aura was as natural as it was natural. Every move she made carried the power of heaven and earth, and there was no flaw. Perhaps she had already reached the legendary state of "unfettered."

If holiness is the saint among men, then freedom is the realm beyond mortals, one step closer to the gods.

As long as there is a breakthrough in the mind, then the subsequent self-determination and great freedom will be within easy reach. Then it is time to step into the gate of heaven and reach the realm of the ancient gods.

Looking at her bone age, she is less than 15 years old. This really can be regarded as a witness to the rise of a heroic cause.

"Yeah, very good. Very sincere!"

Claire nodded in satisfaction.

Then he said with a stern and righteous look:

"Reverend Priest, as magicians pursuing truth and freedom, we certainly have a responsibility to disturb your church..."

The pastor's teeth were almost broken.

Claire continued, "But, ultimately, it's your church's meddling and attempts to centralize power. So, it's your fault. I think it's a 70/30 split."

"..."

"To prevent this from happening again, my companions and I have decided that we should unite and have the Holy Knights become our Protector Knights. What do you think?"

"what?"

Pastor Roma didn't react and almost fainted, but he was still afraid of the witch's power. "This can't be allowed... We have sworn a solemn oath to protect the Holy Son wholeheartedly. How can we turn to someone else?"

"This won't work! Absolutely not!"

Seeing the old man's stubbornness, Claire said to Raziel, "Come on, use the secret technique!"

Raziel spread his hands and said, "You don't think I got the inheritance, do you? Although we made a big fuss, it was actually Arya's credit."

Arya's mind moved, and a book of pure holy light suddenly appeared before everyone, with the words "Holy Light Secrets" written on it.

The knights nearby almost popped their eyes out: "Could this be the legendary secret technique passed down by Argon?"

"Yes. This is the supreme secret technique that leads directly to the Ancient God realm. You guys are learning the castrated version of the Holy Church. Don't you feel that your realm advancement is slow?"

"No, you bastards. You've forgotten something more important. This woman is someone recognized by Argon..."

Claire tempted, "If you become our guardian knight, I can show you the Holy Light Secret Art. Well, I'll show you the first three levels first. The rest will depend on your loyalty, and I'll reward you with new ones..."

"Forehead......"

Just when the old pastor was about to fight back, he suddenly heard an excited thud next to him.

I saw a young knight kneeling on one knee, his pockmarked face as excited as a chrysanthemum: "Bruce, I have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have never met a wise master. If you don't abandon me, I am willing to serve you as my master now."

Well, it seems that the treatment the church gives them is not good enough.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Claire said hello three times and helped the knight up.

Then he copied the first three volumes of the Secret Art of Holy Light and stuffed them into his arms. The latter stood up and bowed with tears of gratitude.

"not enough."

Claire said sadly.

"Woolen cloth......"

The knights looked at each other, and regardless of the old priest's sullen face, they bowed their heads.

The knight behind shook his head and sighed, and had no choice but to crouch down.

It’s not that they are disloyal, it’s just that the skills are too tempting.

The Holy Church has been cultivating defective products for thousands of years, resulting in slow progress of the lower-level knights. Some paladins have achieved their status purely through talent.

As for the real Holy Light Secret Art, as long as one has justice in one's heart, then the realm is not a problem. It is truly far better than the garbage stuff of the Holy Church.

"Alright. The Guardian Knights, numbering one hundred, are now assembled."

Claire was very satisfied.

Turning to the pastor, he asked, "What about you?"

The old pastor hesitated for a moment.

If I don't surrender, seeing the murderous look in this witch's eyes, I'm afraid my only option is suicide and martyrdom.

Well, the ancients said that existence precedes essence.

It is better to stay useful for the future.

The old pastor walked leisurely in front of Claire and was about to salute her.

"Wait a minute."

Claire released her magic power, condensing it into a ball of light. She placed it in the old pastor's hand, pointed at the church, and said seriously, "Please pay your respects."

The old pastor was in tears.

Of course he understood that if he blew up the church, he would never be able to go back.

This damn witch!

Magicians had also caused chaos in Lomacheng at that time. He had surrendered when he was young, but those magicians just robbed their property or beat them up and left.

However, there has never been a situation like today where a magician's guardian knight group was formed and a church was bombed.

He is a smart man and of course he doesn't want to do this. Once he does it, there will be no turning back.

Today the church may not consider economic considerations due to the current situation, but it will inevitably have to consider political considerations in the future.

Then the old man looked at the knights for help.

The knights lowered their heads and pretended not to see.

Well, whether the church should be bombed or not is none of their business. The old pastor should be blamed.

"Old Mr. Reed."

Claire said grimly.

This is the old pastor's name.

"Old man, you should know that many of our magicians have not left this country and are hiding everywhere. It's because of you guys who are hunting us down. Why don't you let us be happy and not make things difficult for me? If this gets out, do you think other magicians will come to Luomacheng to join in the fun?"

Reverend Reed shuddered, then looked at her with pleading eyes.

The latter flexed his fist and stared at his big head with interest, as if he was going to punch it to pieces in the next second.

"I do. I do."

Pastor Reed said this while crying.

“May God forgive me!!!”

With an ambiguous howl, Reed used all his strength to throw the ball of light out.