"I..." Ozbar sweated heavily, trying to recall the confessions taught by those who taught him, "No... it's like that. I remember it wrong. One day I heard them talking about this accidentally."

A snickering sounded around, and several sage-selected members of the alliance looked at the guy like a joke.

Karandil shook his head, but he couldn't laugh at all.

The MP on the side smiled and said, "Then Mr. Ozbar, don't worry, have you heard something else?"

"I, I also heard them discussing the disaster tree. That incident was caused by the Great Saint's dereliction of duty. The Saint would bring disaster branches to other places in order to cover up the dereliction of duty under the Saint's crown."

"Including the disaster tree, Ninimeer, is also their work..."

"Who are they?" asked Calandil, "Mr. Ozbar, are you identifying the Saints of the Wind and Fog Zone that planted the disaster tree Ninimel?"

"No...I'm not..." Ozbar ended in a daze. Everyone knows the origin of the disaster tree, Ninimer. It may have something to do with cultists, but it must be of no connection with the little saint of the wind and fog area.

But the MP interrupted him, "Ozbar, do you hear them talk about other saints?"

"Yes," Ozbar nodded quickly, "I, that's what I mean."

"Mr. Flym," Karandil sneered, "why do I give you the pen and you can write your own guess?"

"You can't say that," Flym said, "I'll just add it to him."

He didn't want Karandir to delve into this matter. After all, the parliament could offend the minister of disaster investigation, but he didn't want to take the blame.

So he continued to ask the other party:

"Mr. Ozbar, what else have you seen?"

"... And," Ozbar racked his brains before stuttering some lines, "They provide help to the neighborhood on the surface, but... but in fact they often take the opportunity to plunder the benefits, accept bribes, and fill their pockets. Therefore, the temple can gather so much money..."

Flym coughed heavily: "The Holy Woods have clarified that the Holy Maids have nothing to do with them and have banned their qualifications to preach in Silver Port."

Ozbar was startled and quickly replied: "I understand, I understand."

Karandil slowly put away his pipe, "Tell me how they feed their own pockets?"

"They received benefits from different people and carried out religious fundraising, in the name of dedication to Lord Aimeya."

"But as far as I know, this is a rule that the temple has always had, and the fundraising does not include money, it is just some sacrifices and food."

"But if the temple does not recognize their relationship, it is illegal fundraising," Flym reminded, "Does they have any other illegal acts?"

Ozbar hurriedly said, "Of course, of course, there are, they... They often say bad things about the town hall, saying that the Silver Wind Watchmen are attacking the temple behind their backs, saying that these are all led by the Council."

"They were right," said Karandil.

"Mr. Karandil," Flym said angrily, "note your words and deeds."

Karandil didn't look at her, but instead looked at the middle-aged man with sharp eyes and asked, "Your confession also includes the Ms. Fone who saved your life. She has done this too?"

Ozbar opened his mouth and suddenly became a little nervous in his heart. He always felt that the elf bachelor seemed to have something in his words.

But he looked at the MP on the side, and suddenly he was blessed to his heart and said in tears:

"Miss Fine has saved my life, sir, but Silver Wind Harbor is my place of life after all."

"I, I cannot sit and watch the Saints conspire to destroy all this and deceive the public with a righteous look. That's why I decided to stand up and stop covering up the crimes of the Saints."

"Can you be responsible for what you say?" Flym said.

Ozbarka took a moment of the shell, but nodded vigorously with tears in his nose.

"Okay, okay," Flym shook his head, "We have understood, you go down first, Mr. Ozbar, we believe in your enthusiasm for Silver Wind Harbor. But the Linnorir Council has not yet convicted the Holy Maiden Council, please keep it a secret for what you said today."

The middle-aged man nodded immediately with gratitude and tears.

Karandil watched the other party leave with cold eyes.

Flym, who was standing by, then turned around and looked at him and said, "As you can see, some people are not worthy of being saved. They were loyal fans of the Saints Association the moment before, but the next moment they wanted to immediately distance themselves from their saviors."

"That's because someone puts a knife around his neck, Flym."

"You may not believe it," the MP shook his head slightly, "No, they may be upset because they were deceived, or they may be shaken by the words of others, so they are eager to cut off everything that has been in the past. Not everyone has the courage to take responsibility, especially not everyone has the same origin and background as you-"

"Then I would like to thank you for your reminder to me, Mr. Flym. But the Parliament is not short of my vote, so why do you need to perform this show in front of me?"

"After all, I agree with you completely. Go to the Saints Association to start a war. They are the weakest part of the Holy Woods. Of course, thanks to the innocent princess."

Karandil replied lightly, "Everything goes as you plan, I guess soon the Holy Woods have to give in, and the next one is the Elves."

"In the end, as you wish, the Council will become the savior of the Hill of the Giant Trees, so what does this have to do with me?"

He even said a joke: "After all, I am the Minister of Disaster Investigation Department, and I will soon investigate no disasters."

"What we want to obtain is your father's understanding, Karandir."

"He understands, I said."

The Elf Bachelor got up coldly, grabbed his coat, and walked out, "Of course, there is another one. Flym, you don't have to worry about him so much. He is not in Sanshak now, he has gone to the Elf Court."

"Has he gone to the Elf Court?" Flym couldn't help but repeat: "Wait, what is he doing there? Karandil, stop me, where are you going?"

"Go and save people," said Karandil, "I can't help but send you innocent little girls into the fire pit. I might as well tell you, Flym, you can inform the Silver Wind Watcher to stop me."

The elected people standing behind the two of them stared at the elf who was usually gentle and gentle, and no one of them had the will to stop each other.

On the contrary, I admire it a little.

After all, the matter of the Unicorn Girl has nothing to do with them, and the alliance is not always a solid piece of mind. They are just performing missions.

Flym sat down and couldn't help but sweat. He didn't plan to inform the Silver Wind Watcher. There were some unicorn girls, and the council did not specify which one they needed.

What if that guy Karandir is the opposite of the sky alone?

What's more, the other party had already told him the attitude of the mountain lord, and the whereabouts of Soria Shenying, which was considered an exchange. As long as the other party was not near Sanshak, the council could safely advance the plan.

He let out a heavy breath, and these unicorns would be exchanged for the guy's bargaining chips.
Chapter completed!