Night Crow Master

However, his thoughts were completely superfluous, and Yate, who captured all his dissipated thoughts without missing a trace, just smiled.

It can be said that these native natives in the world in the shell basically do not know the truth about the gods.

For the Bishop Silver Ash, Yate didn't have any ideas, if it were the other's god, he could still have some ideas.

He was also curious... curious as to what the silver ember teacher had to do with the glory world.

Yate also believed that after solving the problems of the Temple in the Mist and the Black Bell Church, he would be able to get the answer from this silver ember teacher.

Yate smiled slightly, maintaining an unpredictable posture:

"What are you going to exchange?"

Sivor took a deep breath, then raised his head and looked at the opponent's pure white mask:

"About the news about Sir Red Cross."

Sir Red Cross? Oh, I'm talking about that man, who looks like an elf and a vampire.

"Sir Red Cross, it's the man named Dogafle. He is now in collusion with a priest of the Church of the Eye of the Storm and is lurking in the fog."

Yate said, "If you want to tell his news, we know better than you."

"Moreover, although his strength is not bad, he is still a bit reluctant to say that he is a Pope."

He spared no leeway to expose the information the other party wanted to exchange.

"Dogavle colluded with the priest of the storm, hiding in the fog!?"

Hearing this information, Sivor's eyes widened. How could it be possible that Dogavre killed multiple storm priests...

Could it be that a certain priest of the Storm Church hired Sir Red Cross to kill in order to kill the rival faction? Is it infighting?

Who is it?

At this moment, he suddenly heard the other person's voice: "How is it? This news is good, right? What are you going to exchange?"

Sivor reacted instantly, he was planning to sell news, how did he suddenly become buying news?

"This!?" He looked at the eight-legged church pope wearing a pure white mask in disbelief.

Has the eight-limbed church reduced to the point where it is forced to buy and sell information?

Strong buy and sell?

Then, your news is worth buying and selling.

Yate walked to the chair next to him and sat down: "Are you going to buy this information at the price of pope-level intelligence or are you going to buy this information at the price of bishop-level intelligence?"

Even with this method, Sivor gritted his teeth secretly: "Bishop-level intelligence."

"Really? Let me tell you the bishop-level part." Yate's hand touched the pure white mask, and six spider eyes with different colors emerged.

"Dogavle was cursed by a member of the Eight-Limb Church and was slightly injured while talking with the Storm Priest in the Southern District of Wudu. He now hides in the Western District of Wudu."

The unidentified voices made by Yate on purpose echoed in the cafe where there were no clerks.

"I understand......"

.....

In the cafe, Banksy and Yate stared at the back of Seyvor's departure.

"My Lord Pope, don't you need to confirm whether his news is true?"

At this time, Banksy asked with some doubts.

"No need," Yate said, "I got similar news from other sources."

"Then the value of this news..." Banksy was a little puzzled. Since it is the news that has been received, the value of this news is also...

"Sometimes, intelligence is valuable only if it is released, but it is not valuable in the hand."

Yate smiled and turned to Banksy:

"Let this news go for now, and do what I ordered first."

"Yes!" Banksy stroked his chest with one hand, respectfully.

...

Fog City, a certain park.

In this foggy area, tiny spiders are slowly approaching the unmanned clock tower in front of the park.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of footsteps gradually approached the clock tower.

"Although it is not difficult for a group of knights in the mist to guard the clock tower, it is better to be unattended and can be solved faster."

Yate rubbed his neck.

It is not difficult to distract those knights in the mist.

Just use the news from the Black Bell Church to do it.

Next...

Yate stretched out his hand, a purple-black power gushing from the palm of his hand, floating on the palm, spinning and agitating like a tumbleweed.

In the process of rolling, the power of purple and black gradually faded into gray.

"You need to use soul-level laziness as the key to unlock it. This is really special." Yate looked at the gray mist rolling in his hands, "It should be possible to use a higher level of belief in laziness."

With a wave of his arm, the gray mist swirling in his hand instantly expanded, as if the condensed wind mass lost its limits.

The huge wind and waves passed by, and immediately, the gray mist dispersed and the storm surged.

The idle gray mist quickly engulfed the water mist that was about to be blown away by the storm.

The highly condensed original sin of laziness exudes unique power, and the surrounding water mist seems to have slowed down the movement, and at the same time, it becomes heavier.

Just looking at this gray mist, one can feel a heavy pressure and irresistible fatigue.

The moment the gray mist formed by the original sin of sloth touched the clock tower, it was slowly sucked into the clock tower.

The outline of the temple in the fog was also slowly outlined.

"Eat more, more."

Yate squinted his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up, and more purple and black power gushed out, constantly transforming into the original sin of laziness, forming a larger gray mist.

Before the idle gray mist was completely inhaled, more mist appeared, joined in, and plunged the entire sky into a haze.

And as more and more idle gray mist was inhaled by the temple in the mist that emerged from the clock tower, the temple in the mist seemed to perceive that the mist was a good thing, and the rate of inhalation became faster and faster.

However, the fog has not become less.

Seeing the gray mist being inhaled, Yate released more gray mist.

The thick gray fog is like overlapping dark clouds, floating above the clock tower.

Then, Yate's left hand opened and closed, as if kneading something.

And along with his actions, the gray fog formed by the original sin of laziness also continuously deformed.

Under Yate's control, the distorted gray mist that kept circling on the clock tower gradually stagnated and turned into a huge gray spider.

Watching this scene, Yate snapped his fingers softly.

With a soft sound, six blood-red eyes appeared on the head of the huge gray mist spider that was gradually solidifying.

The next moment, it began to move.

As if he had his own will.

And its first reaction was to turn its eyes to the temple in the mist that overlapped the clock tower.

From its mouth, spider silk spewed out.