Seeing that the other party had seen through his identity, Su Feng no longer wanted to disguise himself and sneered, "Do you think I should have any opinion? This is just a very old-fashioned story."

"Well, it's really old-fashioned, but what you seem to be asking is not answering."

Kakata squinted his eyes and smiled maliciously, "Are you afraid of something?"

Su Feng did not continue this topic, but talked about Alia whom he had just met.

"I just saw Miss Alia and her maid, what do you think...they had a faint smell of blood on them, and the maid's movements were very clumsy."

"But the most important thing is that her hands are beautiful."

Kakata nodded, "So few people don't know that what I hide in my house is the hottest figures in the entire Brahma... except for the saint and her little maid disguised as a canary."

"This business is very cost-effective, I've done it," Su Feng took the initiative to extend his hand, "I believe that this journey...you will need our joining."

"Everyone can get what you need." Kakata said with a smile, "I don't want to mess up my sign, and you don't want the imperial seal and the dragon vein of Longxia to fall into the hands of the war faction of the Eternal Life Sect, right?"

Su Feng nodded, rubbed his temples, and asked a question he was most concerned about:

"Mr. Kakata, I want to know who else in the entire Eternal Life Church supports this Saint?"

Kakata laughed twice and replied, "You are indeed good at grasping the key points, and it's okay to tell you - those two are the Peacock God Envoy and the Lotus God Envoy."

"Where are they?" Su Feng frowned.

He is also a ruler, so he naturally knows that if he betrayed the pope who exists as a sovereign, the fate of these two divine messengers will definitely not be too good.

Even if you cannot kill it, you will definitely deprive the other party of freedom.

"If you are locked up, you will most likely be a promising sacrifice to incite believers and launch a revolutionary sacrifice on this full moon night."

Kakata shook the ice in the wine glass, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and said coldly: "Looking at the long river of history, revolution will eventually lead to sacrifice."

"People only remember the final winners, and rarely pay attention to the losers who are obscured in time."

Su Feng nodded, stood up and shook hands with Kakata: "I think... we should set off now, after all, there is always some blood on the road and kill some people."

Kakata sneered: "Killing is also a reasonable investment, isn't it?"

"Yes, so I don't mind that the next pope will be a cute beautiful girl." Su Feng curled his lips, "The existence of the Eternal Life Cult is only suitable for bringing light to people, not war!"

......

In recent days, the weather on the Fantasy Plain has not been very good.

Although the caravan had horses to transport goods, it was not moving fast. After all, there were two old-time carriages, and no matter what, it would drag the entire team's progress.

Su Feng doesn't like riding a horse, and he doesn't like the feeling of constant impact in certain parts-

He is an iron fist, and even more an iron hand.

But he is not a "iron crotch" after all.

The horse ran on the plain in small steps, and the overall speed was neither fast nor slow, which ensured that the carriage behind could also move forward in a small amount of bumpy state.
Chapter completed!