MTL - My Iron Suit-Chapter 336 Unexpected discovery!

In this huge square space, there is only one large desk and a tall solid wooden seat behind the back of the chair. A sturdy, well-dressed middle-aged man is sitting in the seat. Looking deep into the Chen Mo coming in.

He is the actual controller of Libya, Vice Chairman Du Peng.

Behind him is a huge T-shaped hollow that occupies the entire wall. Through the hollow in the middle, you can clearly see the Libyan city with high buildings outside.

The office is located on the upper floors of Libya's tallest building, which overlooks Libya, and even Nethers in the distance.

At sunset, the golden sunshine gave the whole city a golden layer of gold, which was extremely magnificent and magnificent.

Sunlight shines in from this T-shaped void, adding some brightness to this slightly darker space.

The golden light beam came from behind Duponne and wrapped him in it, adding a sacred and majestic.

Looking at the desk in front of the face of the solemn Dupont, Chen Mo quietly sensed his state.

"really!"

Chen Mo’s heart showed a sneer.

The speaker of the church, the vice chairman of Libya, Dupont, is also an emotional sin!

It is not appropriate to say this. Libya’s law is not equal to everyone. As the supreme ruler of Libya, the pope and members of the parliament can not be bound by law. The pope’s words are the law. He said that feelings brought war, so he owns Feelings become crimes, and if members of the parliament break the law, only the pope has the right to sanction them, so the so-called emotional sin is not binding on the rulers at the top of their church.

Emotional sin itself is only a way of extermination for humanity and the elimination of resistance in order to stabilize the rule. They naturally do not need to become puppets with no joys and sorrows like civilians and ruled people.

They usually pretend to the lower-level personnel to be treated equally, without feelings. In fact, they are acting like politicians. They are supervised by others. No one can punish them. If they are accidentally discovered by the people below, they will kill them directly. Just fine, the image of the outside world still needs to be maintained.

"Thank you for coming, priest, I think you know who I am."

Dupont sat on the large, square solid wood seat behind his desk, and said to Chen Mo with a look of majesty.

"Yes, sir!"

Chen Mo's face was cold and serious, and he replied in silence.

"You are DuPont, the dean of the Third House of the Lord's Church, the spokesperson of the Pope!"

DuPont heard nothing, and the majestic eyes always stared at Chen Mo's face, carefully observing his reaction.

“Frankly speaking, the priest, someone told me that you are really overkill. As long as someone triggers emotions, you can detect them almost immediately.”

Staring at Chen Mo's eyes, Dupont said slowly.

"And since you became a formal priest, you have more than a thousand emotional prisoners."

"My record is excellent, sir!"

Chen Mo's eyes are as calm as water, and his face is always without waves. He is neither happy nor embarrassed. Like all people who inject "Bo Xi'an", there is no emotional fluctuation.

It seems that a thousand people are just a number in his eyes, without any psychological burden.

Looking at Chen Mo's reaction, Dupont nodded with satisfaction.

This meeting did not last long, encouraged Chen Mo to express the importance of the Pope and the church to Chen Mo, and continued to carefully observe Chen Mo’s reaction, confirming that Chen Mo is a firm believer and loyal to the Pope and the Church. After the determined fighters, Dupont was satisfied with Chen Mo, and was ready to accept the strength test of the church.

After many days of crazy battles, Chen Mo’s shooting skills have surpassed that of John Peston, and there is no problem with the test of senior priests.

After the strength test proved that Chen Mo's strength has indeed reached the level of senior priests, and the accumulated merits also meet the requirements of the promotion of senior priests, DuPont even promoted Chen Mo as a senior priest even if he signed the order.

For many years, the church’s top-ranking high-end force has only had six senior priests. Today, it is finally the seventh. It is also the fastest priest who has been promoted since the establishment of the Lord.

When he left the church building that day, Chen Mo’s priest’s uniform was replaced by a black senior priest’s robes. Although the style was the same, it was more powerful and handsome than the original gray system. The most important thing was the higher rights it symbolized. status.

You must know that in addition to the original church veterans, the new members of the parliament were all supplemented by senior clerics. In the current parliament, two people were promoted from the original senior clerics after the vacancy in the parliament, so the senior priests are not only the parliament. The highest law enforcer underneath is also the only way to advance to the real power.

After all, only the parliament is up, can really count as Libya's rulers, and can ignore the existence of the law.

When Chen Mo walked out of the church building in a black high-class priest's suit, he was just seen by Brant, who had just returned with Ai Luo.

Looking at Chen Mo's black priest's suit, Brant's eyes could not help but widen his face, and his face was even more stunned.

how come……? !

He has become a senior priest!

how can that be!

Staring at Chen Mo's high-class priestly suit, Chen Bing's heart is not as sweet as a flame, constantly sizzling his heart.

That should be my right!

Why give him!

Isn't it more than killing some ants?

I can not be reconciled!

Just when Brant was burning in the fire ~ www.novelbuddy.com~ Aloha Patje suddenly said.

"Don't look at it, like a peerless genius like him, we can't compare it."

Brant was awakened by Alo Patja's voice and quickly adjusted his expression to avoid being discovered by his abnormalities.

But then, he seemed to suddenly find something, and turned his head to look at Aylow Patja, the tone of his speech, it seems...

Alo Patja did not find Brant's abnormality. When he turned around, he turned his head and continued to walk inside the building.

Brent followed Alo Patja, carefully recalling the tone of his speech, while his eyes glanced back and forth on his body.

Suddenly, Brant’s eyes stopped and he stayed in the pocket of the waist of Ayre Patja’s uniform. As Patja walked, the opening of the pocket opened gently from time to time, and it seemed to be positive. Put something in it.