Chương 1588: White Magician (2)

Just as Ye Qingtang was considering if she should just fly away, the revered Bishop of York suddenly squeezed out of the crowd with a look of excitement. He rushed to those Vatican knights who were about to attack Ye Qingtang and frantically put down their bows by force.

"Stop! No one is allowed to attack without my orders!" The Bishop of York berated loudly.

The Vatican knights stopped immediately as they looked at him in confusion. On the other hand, the surrounding people had a look of understanding.

"The Bishop of York is going to attack her personally!"

"Bishop of York, quickly send this abominable black witch to hell!"

The Bishop of York's forehead was sweating profusely as he looked at the cold-looking girl in the sky. He took a step back and said sincerely, "Respectable white magician, please forgive us for offending you. We were blinded by stupidity and did not recognize your identity."

The clamoring crowd was utterly dumbfounded.