Restart: Becoming the Creator of the Magic World 13 Times

Woodstock's anger reached its peak, they actually used magic to kill people!

They violated the terms of the magic treaty!

"Wood, calm down. Things may not be what we think." Alfred's calm voice stopped him from doing anything wrong.

Qiangwei is not a local, so no one can punish them even if they violate the so-called magic convention.

After all, there are two great magicians, a divine beast, two magical swordsmen, and one of them is a high-level magical swordsman.

There are also two powerful bodyguards beside him. Even the Pope cannot defeat them with this lineup.

Since you can't get it, it's best not to bring trouble upon yourself. After all, this is not in your own interest.

Hefei returned to the team, understood the current situation, and then glared at Alfred with disgust.

Then he turned around and went to help cook potatoes. Alfred felt a chill on his back after being glared at by Hefei.

He said in a heavy tone: "Hurry up, we'll leave once we're done."

Woodstock expressed his confusion: "Without waiting for Qiangwei to move aside?"

Alfred's sixth sense told him strongly that he must leave now and complete his missionary mission immediately.

He didn't know what Rose said to his knight, but it was definitely not a good thing for him!

"His Majesty the Prince of the Holy See has arrived! Bringing you manna bread!" Woodstock shouted loudly and quickly: "Pray to the great Sun and Moon God! Offer your faith!"

After he finished speaking, everyone around him knelt down, and then the people from the Vatican began to distribute bread.

Qiangwei: Didn't we just recite it once? Why are we doing it again? And that thing that's so hard it could crush someone to death is definitely for them to eat?

Don't you want to give me some water? And don't you think there's something wrong with your promotional methods?

Rose was complaining in her heart. She couldn't believe that Carol and his team were defeated by this kind of propaganda!

Is this the Church that has ruled the world for hundreds of years? Are they sure her subordinates aren't idiots?

Without waiting for Rose and the others to respond, Alfred finished distributing the bread and politely said to Rose, "See you again, Your Highness, Rose. We have something urgent to attend to, so we won't disturb you any longer."

He didn't dare to stare at Hefei at all, for fear that he would notice him, and left gracefully without stopping.

Seeing his hurried look, He Fei asked in confusion, "What's wrong with him?"

Qiangwei also shook her head helplessly: "I don't know, maybe he was summoned by the Pope."

Then he looked at Hefei with disgust and said, "If this is the situation when you preach in the future, I will have to take some necessary measures."

"What?" Hefei asked in confusion. Qiangwei replied, "Nothing. Go and help. We can't let the people from the Vatican succeed."

Hefei could tell that Qiangwei was angry, but she didn't know why she was angry.

Do you want those people from the Church to die? He Fei signaled to Alfred and the others, should they kill them before they get far away?

The corner of Qiangwei's mouth twitched for a moment, and she looked at him innocently with frowned brows, "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

"Go help!" Qiangwei said angrily.

He Fei left in embarrassment. The more he looked at Qiangwei's eyes, the more confused he became. What did she mean?

Alfred rode away from this dangerous place as fast as he could, and was not nervous at all when he saw the phoenix.

The thought that if he didn't run, he would really die filled his body. Woodstock didn't care about the life or death of the horses and ordered the others to hurry on.

Only after walking ten miles did they dare to take a short break and just find an open space to rest.

Woodstock asked nervously, "Your Majesty, who is that?"

"She's not a Grand Mage." Alfred said anxiously, "Even the two maids beside her are not Grand Mages."

Woodstock was extremely nervous. Since they were not great magicians, how powerful could they be? Doubts spread throughout his body.

Alfred said, "It's a stage stronger than the Grand Mage. Phoenix and the maids supporting her are doing this because they have kept their strength extremely low."

Alfred held onto the carriage with shaking hands and came out to get some fresh air. "It makes people think they are one level higher than us. They are only one level higher."

"One level higher, one level higher than the Grand Mage. It wasn't until that man showed up that we realized how terrifying her strength was."

Woodstock listened to Alfred's description, his nervous heart never relaxed, and he just stayed with him silently in the snow.

Alfred completely believed that Rose had killed 130,000 people. When the red-haired knight walked out, a strong sense of oppression filled his body.

Even if you just look at him from a distance, you will feel like you have angered the gods and are cursed. His strength is extremely powerful.

It was so powerful that he couldn't control his strength. Although he tried hard to restrain himself, he still noticed it.

That kind of sacred and majestic figure is definitely not that of a great magician. With such strength, killing 130,000 people is as easy for him as crushing an ant.

In Rose's eyes, human life is like an ant. Isn't this normal?

Alfred didn't know what he was thinking. Was Rose really pretending? Just like how she easily destroyed two kingdoms.

Now there are another 130,000 people, and every piece of evidence points to her, but she did not refute it.

But her face told him that this was not the case. If a person bore too many sins, her face would not look like a mature one with the innocence of a girl.

Alfred is used to seeing through others. No matter what others want to hide, he will know it through his observation.

In his eyes, kindness and evil are written on the face and cannot be hidden, because time will carve sin on everyone's face.

This was something no one could avoid. Alfred had heard the story of Rose and knew that there was a god behind her.

After all, divine punishment had truly come down. It was true that Rose wanted to kill him, but she didn't really want to.

She just couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand what the Holy See was doing. How much did she know?

Alfred sighed, but that had nothing to do with him anymore.

"Let's go back to the temple," Alfred lamented.

Woodstock asked, "Is that all right? We haven't preached yet..."

Alfred stared at him intently, and Woodstock could only say respectfully, "Yes."

"There are some uncertainties in Roselico right now. If we continue, we will be in danger." Alfred gave his reason.

"But I can't explain it to the Pope," Woodstock said with embarrassment.

Alfred spoke slowly, "Just say we met Her Majesty Rose. I'm sure he should know."

After all, the purpose of Rose's trip was to unify Roserico, so it would be perfect to put the blame on her.