3rd May. Afternoon.
While Eiffel's carrier pigeon was still circling in the sky, Roddy had already traversed the 1,700-kilometer journey with the help of the Kelda Duck and arrived at the forest outside the Holy Sanctum.
To be honest, Roddy had never experienced such a simple and painful flight in his life. This wasn't the business class cabin of an A380. During the entire flight, there was no coffee from the stewardess, no music from his earphones, and no e-books to kill time in his hands.
For a full 20 hours, Roddy had only faced the humid clouds and the intense cold wind. Even though his entire body was wrapped in three layers of leather, Roddy still felt as though his heart was being chilled by the wind. If it weren't for the stubborn belief in his heart, Roddy would have chosen to rest a few more times along the way. But now, after persevering for 20 hours, he arrived at his destination at the fastest speed possible!
However, such a feeling was too painful. When he jumped off the back of the Needle Tail Sand Cone, Roddy fell on his face on the spot because his legs were stiff. After that, he had to crawl for seven to eight meters before he barely stood up with the help of a tree.
Roddy hugged the tree trunk and rested for a full half an hour before he gradually recovered from the lack of oxygen. Then, he began to take off the thick leather clothes wrapped around his body piece by piece. After a simple meal, he ran straight into the city.
The Holy Sanctum was built 400 years ago. The structure of the entire city was similar to the other cities in the kingdom. The only difference was that this city had the world's largest cathedral complex. And this was the core of the "Rose Cross."
The atmosphere of the city was peaceful and quiet because of the faith. Roddy was in a hurry the entire way, but the believers on the side of the road didn't seem to know about the sectarian conflict. Roddy wasn't surprised. He ran to the front of the cathedral and took out the first "Holy Edict" he had received. After some persuasion, he finally received Viceroy Rubens's "permission to meet" when the sun set.
The majestic and tall cathedral had a gothic spire. The white marble floor and walls exuded a majestic and solemn aura. As he walked through the corridor, the stone pillars on both sides were filled with statues of the popes and saints. However, Roddy wasn't in the mood to exclaim. He just kept urging the priest in front of him. After a few minutes, he finally saw Viceroy Rubens in the study.
"Roddy? You're … "
Rubens didn't expect Roddy to suddenly come to the Holy Sanctum to look for him. He was a little surprised. Speaking of which, he trusted Roddy a long time ago. When he learned that Roddy had killed Bellorme at the border, he was even more shocked. However, it was obvious that Roddy wasn't here to reminisce. After a brief inquiry, Roddy went straight to the point and told him everything.
Because of this, Rubens's expression instantly turned solemn. He looked left and right, and then said in a low voice, "I'm afraid we have to confirm the enemy's whereabouts before we report this to Mograine and wait for his decision before we can coordinate the troops …"
"But you and I both know that it's too late to do that." Roddy's face was still a little pale, as if the warm temperature had not warmed his body from the cold. "Right now, Sally is still in the forest, and the 'Rose Cross' has close to ten thousand troops there …"
"I know that no one will believe this news, even you will be the first to doubt it … But this is the truth that I have confirmed. If we don't take any measures, all the troops in the Holy Sanctum may suffer heavy losses in this battle, or even be completely wiped out!"
"It's the third now … We don't have much time left."
Rubens's mouth was slightly agape, as if his brain had received too much information and could not process it. At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a soldier handed over an urgent letter. Rubens took it and saw that it was Angmar's letter. He immediately opened it and read it …
The contents of the letter made his brows furrow even tighter. But a few seconds later, Rubens looked up in shock and asked, "Angmar said that you'll still be in Hollier on the thirtieth? But how did you … "
Halfway through his sentence, he realized that this was not the main point. Roddy's current sorry and weak appearance had already proved that this was not a joke.
Rubens could become a 'Cardinal' because of Roddy's eradication of the heretics and the annihilation of the Undead General. And now, with Angmar's letter as proof, he had completely believed Roddy's' Arabian Nights' words.
But there was also a problem. He put the letter away and sighed. He said in a low voice, "I believe you, but the situation now is not optimistic …"
"The conflict between me and Mograine in the Holy Sanctum is almost public. If the entire battle plan is canceled because of a piece of news without any evidence, then it's tantamount to slapping his own face. I'm afraid it's impossible to rely on normal information to warn us."
This was unexpected. Roddy rubbed his temples in distress. After a moment of thought, he asked, "Then they don't have any reserve troops?"
"Because the enemy has not actively resisted, Mograine has not used the three thousand soldiers in reserve. These people should be on standby in Perth Town."
Perth Town was on the east side of Briar Forest, only a day and a night's journey from Mogra Village.
Rubens understood what Roddy meant, but he simply shook his head. "I have no way of convincing Mograine to use the reserve troops. I'm afraid that if I speak out of turn, he will still have doubts. My current position is very sensitive. If I do anything, Mograine will probably take the opportunity to cause trouble …"
This was not an excuse to shirk responsibility. It was the truth. Roddy understood Rubens's difficulties in his position, but he did not intend to let Rubens beg Mograine. Instead, he took a deep breath and said slowly, "There is only one way now, but I don't know if you are willing to help me …"
Rubens's expression became serious. "I just want to know, is your plan out of your own selfishness?"
"Yes," Roddy admitted without hesitation. "I want to save Sally. I don't want her to die. I also have a very important friend in Mogra Village. I don't want her to be affected by the war. "
After saying this, the atmosphere around them fell silent.
Rubens narrowed his eyes. He looked at Roddy for a moment and then looked away. Then he reached out and closed the door of the study.
"Then … tell me in detail."
*****
4th of May.
Naifei, who was wandering around the village as usual, suddenly found a group of guys in robes in the village.
There were not many of them, only twelve or thirteen of them. They were loudly preaching some kind of doctrine and holding the crossed rose necklace in their hands in the air, showing something to the villagers around them.
The "Rose Cross" had a large number of believers in the Kingdom of Karen. Such preaching would happen several times a year. In the countryside, where the level of education was generally not high, the faith of the farmers could not bring them many gold coins, but it could provide them with a better source of soldiers. Therefore, most people were used to such situations.
But these guys who appeared this year made Naifei feel a little strange.
Because the priest who was giving the speech was the one who asked Sally where the village chief was … In her memory, he wasn't wearing a priest's robe, and he didn't seem to have the aura of Light around him.
"Camilla, what's wrong? Do you want to join the church and become a nun?"
"No, I just feel that they are a little different, Uncle Sam."
Sam, who was passing by, stroked his beard and said with a smile, "It's indeed different. The missionaries who came here in the past were all emaciated, but these guys who came this year seem to have finally had a few full meals." Naifei, who was standing in the shade of a tree, pointed at those guys.
Although the robes were loose, Naifei could still see that most of them were strong and had strong arms. Obviously, they were not the weak priests in the past. But Naifei's focus was obviously different from Sam's. While most people only paid attention to the appearance, Naifei could see the faint light emitting from the surface of these guys' bodies.
It seemed that they were born with this ability. She could see the soft blue light on her mother's body and the white light on Sally's body. And now, she saw some purple light on these guys who claimed to be the "Rose Cross" believers.
"This should be the Shadow Element …"
Sally tilted her head and looked at them for a long time. Sam thought that she was really curious, so he said, "I just came back from the neighboring village today. I heard that many of these believers have come to the village these days. There are even Holy Knights riding on horses. Do you want to go take a look? They seem to be wearing full body armor! "
"Uncle Sam, you're the one who wants to go take a look!"
Naifei did not give him face and exposed his little trick. Then, she skipped back home. But when she opened the wooden door, Naifei's relaxed expression revealed a hint of hesitation and seriousness that she had never seen before.
"Mother said that those who disguise themselves are usually bad people," she muttered softly.
She muttered softly as she laboriously moved the wooden stool to the bookshelf. Then, she climbed onto the wooden stool and stood on tiptoe. She reached out and pulled out a seemingly huge and heavy ancient book from the highest shelf.
The book, which was one-third the size of Naifey, was actually very light. Naifey jumped off the stool and placed it on the wooden table with a clang. She chanted an incantation in the High Elves language, and the huge tome opened up like a box from the middle.
In the dim light, three small paper scrolls lay quietly in the center. Naifei thought for a moment and reached out to take them all out.
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