The team is full of girls who are single until retirement based on their strength

Chapter 202 She goes with you

"It's sad, right? So many precious things were taken away by those damn cultists."

Caesar said calmly. He first glanced at Willy in front of him, then looked around at the people around him.

"You must be very angry. Your family members were killed, and the house you built with most of your life's savings was also destroyed."

"Yeah, it's very sad, so many important things were destroyed in one day and can never be found again."

"So you can yell at us? Are we the ones who caused your family to be torn apart and your wives and children to be separated?"

Caesar's voice became louder and louder.

"Have we ever let you down in any way?"

He turned away from Willy and spoke to the people around him.

"People from the Vatican came to help you, and it would be fine if you weren't grateful, but now you're pointing fingers here."

"You still dare to accuse us here? What? Do you want us to compensate you?"

Caesar pointed at them and asked back.

Everyone who was pointed out felt guilty and hid behind the door.

"If you have any complaints, you can speak up now."

He said so.

After waiting for a while and seeing that no one dared to stand up, Caesar turned around again.

"how?"

He looked at Willy's defiant look and said, "When those guys from the Black Death Cult were here, they didn't dare to say a word, but now they dare to point fingers at us?"

"Why?"

Caesar glanced at him and said, "Is it because the guys from the Black Death Cult are stronger than us?"

"Or are we weaker than you, or have a much better temper, which gives you the courage to speak so recklessly?"

Caesar waved at Nellie: "Nellie, come here."

Nellie didn't understand what Caesar meant by asking her to come over, but she still walked over obediently.

Caesar grabbed Nellie's hand, raised it, and said:

"Neither, you just saw that they were easy to bully."

"Yeah, the people in the Vatican are not good people. They are just bastards who have not fulfilled their responsibilities."

"Guys like them, you can insult and look down on them at will, right?"

"Why? Just because the guys from the Black Death Cult will kill you, but they won't? Just because they have good tempers and don't care about things?"

The people around suddenly fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

"Come here, it's you." Caesar pointed at the person who had just spoken in the crowd.

It was this person who just spoke up and asked the Vatican to compensate them for their house.

The man wanted to hide, but there was endless power in Xize's eyes, like a king high above. He felt panic in his heart, as if his body was out of control, and he could only stand up.

"What obligation does the Holy See have to compensate you for your house?"

Caesar asked him.

"Because, it's the guys from the Black Death Cult who are causing trouble here!" Although the man was a little panicked, he still said stubbornly: "Isn't it the mission of the Holy See of Light to eliminate the cultists? If they hadn't failed to do it well, how could these cultists sneak into the capital?"

"My house is the savings of most of my life." When he said this, tears flowed from his eyes: "I have lived in the capital for so long, and I rely on delivering food to the North City every day to make a living."

"Wow - my house was built this year. Originally, as long as I saved a little more money, I could use this house to find a woman to marry and have children."

It seemed like he couldn't stop his tears from flowing out continuously. It was quite pitiful for a grown man to cry like this.

But Caesar showed no sympathy.

His tragic fate was not caused by Caesar and others.

If I remember correctly, he is on the list of people being helped today.

But he just stood behind them and said those words.

"Yes, he is very pitiful."

Someone in the crowd helped speak up.

"My hard work for most of my life was destroyed by the Black Death Cult. All of a sudden, I have nothing left."

"So what? We didn't do it, so why are you asking us for compensation?"

Caesar spoke to the man who had spoken up.

"Even if you didn't do it, you still have some responsibility, right?"

The crying man spoke in a staccato voice, "Since so many people from your church come to you for treatment every year, you must be rich. What's wrong with helping us?"

"Oh, you put it lightly."

Caesar sneered disdainfully: "There are so many people in the world who are living in misery. Does the Church have to chase after them all and rescue them one by one?"

"If you don't think about becoming stronger, will there always be someone to help you?"

"If you have the ability, call out the little sandworm we gave you this afternoon - is the worm stick still there?"

"I want to see how many of you have killed it and eaten it?!"

The man was choked and speechless, his lips trembled, but he could not say anything.

I just muttered to myself: "How could this happen? How could this happen..."

Because what Caesar said was right, when the little sandworm was delivered today, just as Caesar and others left, the life of the little sandworm had been ended by him.

"Listen carefully, the people of the Holy See are easy to talk to, but I am not."

Caesar stretched out his hand and took off the mask on his face. Red scales appeared there, and the temperature as hot as lava appeared there. His eye turned into a golden dragon pupil.

"If you keep talking nonsense here..."

Caesar didn't say anything else, but those guys who were talking nonsense lost their courage, dared not talk anymore, closed the door and hid.

He looked at Willy again, with a red-gold light flashing in his eyes. The latter was frightened and sat down on the ground.

"Okay, you decide what's next, Nellie."

Caesar patted the back of Nellie's hand and made this gesture.

Now it's Nellie's turn.

Nellie nodded slightly and looked at Duolu.

"Duolu, are you willing to go with us?"

she asked softly.

Duolu looked at Nellie timidly.

She lives here, and although she is very young, she already knows a lot.

She could understand that what Caesar said was right, and she could understand that some of what brother Willy said was wrong.

Perhaps going to the Vatican is really a better choice for her, but she still doesn't want to leave here.

There was no one she knew there, and the unknown life brought her great fear - she finally adapted to the place.

Just as she was about to shake her head to refuse, a cough came from the room: "Ahem—"

"She's going with you." It was the voice of an old lady.