"What's your relationship with Emanuel?"
Locke felt confused looking at Claude, who was tied up and kneeling on the ground with a flattering smile.
He was the master of a holy realm castle.
In any Empire, he was the strongest.
He could even be on par with the general Hoyle in the Blue Kingdom.
But such an existence knelt without fighting.
This was too humiliating for the master at the holy realm level castle.
"Claude, the bishop of the Shadowy Polytheismus, greetings!"
Claude replied.
He was very sensible. As long as he could survive, kneeling was nothing.
"The Shadowy Polytheismus?"
Locke was stunned. He had never heard of such a sect before.
When Claude escaped, he could see that his energy fluctuation was indeed dark.
"You are just a bishop. Then who is your leader?"
Locke narrowed his eyes.
The strength of the Shadowy Polytheismus was not weak. Even the bishop was the master of the holy realm castle.
Then how powerful was the leader!