Chapter 945

"Mr. Sean, isn't he?" Anton suddenly chuckled, and the killing machine in his eyes flashed away. "I don't know what Mr. Sean has to teach."

"About your attempt to murder the saints of the God of war church." Sean grinned and looked very harmless to humans and animals, but what he said made settle feel a thrill in an instant, and even his smile solidified on his face.

"Mr. Sean, your joke is not funny at all!" Anton restrained his look and became very serious.

Seeing Anton's reaction, Sean's admiration for the God of war church was even more obvious.

I am afraid that on the whole miracle continent, only the people of the Federation of the northern duchy and the St. Joels empire will respect the working personnel of the church so much. Even though Anton is clearly the strong man of the upper gold, he still dare not be presumptuous to Shawshank, who is only the upper silver. Even Sean, who only shows the upper bronze at this time, dare not have any look of ridicule and contempt. Even the killing is very deep.

However, after Sean said "settle down and try to murder the saint", the count of strength, let alone the deeply hidden intention of killing, suddenly seemed a little frightened. Don't mention trying to murder the saint. Even if the intention of murder is revealed, his position as count will never be preserved. Count Anton's face turned a little red, which was angry.

He didn't know that Sean and Emily were talking to himself just now. He will never answer or ask any questions according to his own ideas, which is why Anton feels that Sean's thinking is too jumping to keep up with the rhythm. Because he couldn't see what information Sean had taken in the process of talking to himself.

Although very sad and helpless, count Anton knew very well that he was not the opponent of the other party in this language communication.

After taking a deep breath and calming the feeling that he seemed to be humiliated, count Anton finally bowed his hand and said, "Lord Sean, Lord Emily and Lord Shawshank, please follow me to the study."

"We are hungry." Sean said.

Count Anton did not know whether Sean was messing with his thoughts, whether he was really hungry, or had no other intention, so he could only sadly regard it as a very ordinary conversation: "I'll order my servants to prepare dinner."