After he said that, Zola didn’t wait for either of them to respond. He turned around and enter the gilded magic carriage directly.
After seeing that, a short and fat novice priest who was the closest to Angela and Lampard shook the iron chains in his hands proudly and said: “Haha, please move! Or else……Hehe!” The novice priest’s facial expression was reflecting the threat as well.
Lampard’s eyebrow rose, and his hand grabbed onto the hilt of his black sword on his back.
He turned his head and looked at Angela, waiting for the “go ahead” signal.
Angela’s big beautiful eyes were filled with anxious tears.
The girl didn’t know what to do at the moment, as if she was an ant in a hot pan. She knew that if she allowed Lampard to take action and save those people by force, it would bring a disaster to Alexander who was about to get canonized, as well as Chambord as a whole…… However, the kind girl couldn’t just allow her innocent subjects to get arrested by the church.
At this moment –
A warm and strong hand suddenly held onto the girl’s shoulder. A familiar voice then sounded beside Angela’s ear like the sound from heaven: “Just leave everything to me!”