Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

Chapter 346 Michelle reveals her secrets

Seeing her teammates sitting down one by one, and some even preparing to sleep, Petra became anxious.

"Miss, what now?"

Miss calmly found a suitable seat and sat down.

"There's nothing I can do. I'm trapped."

Petra couldn't help but wonder: "Huh?"

The few people sitting in the shade watched Miss and Petra's reactions intently.

"It seems they have nothing else to do."

"But is it really okay for us to delay the trip like this? Will the legion commander be angry?"

"Don't worry, Lord Abed said that everything will be settled in half a day at most. We can still afford to wait for half a day."

The Great Cathedral in the royal capital of Lairui.

Hobert sat quietly in a seat on the side.

A hunchbacked old man walked out from behind the scenes.

"Sorry for the wait, Acting Legion Commander Hobert."

Hobert opened his sharp eyes and looked at the old man, "My Lord Archbishop, you said you had news about Mr. Blavender, you better not be lying to me."

Michelle walked down the platform and sat down next to him. "Of course, but before that, we still have to finish watching a play."

"Watch a play? What play?"

In response to Hobert's question, Michelle waved his magic wand and a huge light curtain appeared in front of the two of them.

"After you finish watching this wonderful show, I will tell you the whereabouts of Blavender."

Hubert looked at the light curtain with doubt.

A clear picture appeared on the light screen, showing the scene inside the city of Lairui.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Michelle knew that Hobert was asking about the light curtain, and smiled: "Miss called it the [Mansion Fragment Collector]. It has a strange name, but it is a prop that can change the world situation."

Hobert frowned slightly, "Miss?"

He didn't know why a prop of this level was named by Miss.

Michelle saw his confusion and said, "Because this prop was created by Miss."

Hearing this, Hobert stopped breathing for a few seconds.

He took a long breath, his expression not changing much, "Even Mr. Blavender might not be able to create this kind of prop. Can Miss really do such a thing?"

Michelle manipulated the screen to zoom in and rotate the perspective, as if looking for something.

"You may not know that Miss also gave himself a nickname, Black Murdinger."

Hobert was shocked again, and he stared at Michelle's profile.

"Great Inventor, Black Mordinger is Miss?"

Michelle looked at the light screen, her hands busy.

"Yeah, every time I see him take out a new prop, I'm shocked for a long time, just like you are now."

Hobert thought about it and found the problem, "Why is Miss's prop in your hand?"

Michelle was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Your question reminds me. I almost forgot that I am also a pretty good prop master. After studying Miss's props, it is easy for me to replicate a simplified version."

After hearing the old man's explanation, Hobert was even more puzzled, "Are you a prop master?"

Michelle glanced at Hobert and said, "Why, you don't believe it?"

Hobart didn't believe it at all.

"If you were a prop master who could replicate Black Mordinger's props, you wouldn't be so dependent on Mr. Blavender's props."

"Hobert, you should know that the items left by Blavender are all items of faith."

"So what? Mr. Blavender's props are probably not at the level of Miss. You can even replicate world-class props, so how can you not replicate..."

As he spoke, Hobert fell silent.

His eyes trembled and he stood up suddenly.

"You can't use faith magic!"

It was the first time that Michelle saw Hobert look surprised. "What a pity, that's what I lack."

As a servant of Tartarus, he could no longer believe in the Goddess of Life.

Hobert was horrified. "The Archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Life is not actually a believer of the Goddess? This is ridiculous! How ridiculous!"

Michelle said calmly: "As the acting commander of the Holy Knights, you are not a follower of the goddess either, so we are the same kind of people."

Hubert was in a daze for a long time. If this matter were to be exposed, one of the church and Michelle would inevitably collapse.

"What do you mean by handing your handle to me?"

"Hobert, you are very smart."

Michelle paused and continued, “I know you want to hand over the Holy Knights to Miss, but have you ever thought about one question?

A brave man who has defeated the devil, a follower of the goddess who can use golden magic, and the most terrifying prop master in history.

If such a person were to take charge of the Holy Knights, it would be easy for him to create a new country."

Hobert sat down slowly, trying to regain his composure, "Just say whatever you want to say."

Michelle's tone became heavy. "The invasion of the demon coalition is imminent. I know you have made a lot of preparations for this, but it is not enough. We must cooperate to have hope of saving the human race."

"What does this have to do with Miss?"

"You can't hand over the Holy Knights to Miss!"

Hobert didn't trust Michelle. "I didn't do that."

"Humph, you've already appointed him as the captain of the Judge team. The purpose is clear enough."

"These are just your own guesses."

Michelle looked into Hobert's eyes and said, "The Holy Kingdom will be destroyed, and the human race will be destroyed."

Hobert smiled and said, "The Archbishop just wants to regain control of the Paladins. There is no need to make these excuses."

Michelle tried to persuade him earnestly but still did not give up.

"Do you really understand Miss? If you hand over the Paladin to Miss, will he protect the human race?"

After the adjustment, Hobert's mood gradually stabilized.

"My Lord Archbishop, what about you? Will you truly stand up to protect the human race?"

Seeing that the other party was not moving in, Michelle was at a loss as to what to do.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something and his eyes suddenly opened.

"Where is the golden ring on your right hand?"