It was the future Supreme Magister Your Honor's first time seeing a melee weapon that did not affect spellcasting. The sword named Starfall was not considered a Divine Equipment. In terms of craftsmanship, it was similar to Lolo's Creed, but in terms of value, it was comparable to a Divine Equipment. "It seems like you've discovered the uniqueness of this sword.
"Looks like you've discovered the uniqueness of this sword. It took me twelve years to forge it, and there were many coincidences in between. It was only half a month ago that this Starfall was born. The forging process can't be replicated, and even I can't make a second one. It's a waste for this sword to fall into the hands of those bastards from the Temple of Light. I'm giving it to you. I've found a good home for it." Constantine's last words seemed to be hinting at something.
Rob was a little surprised. "How did you know, Senior?" With the help of the Disguise Heirloom and his outstanding Aura Concealment technique, even a high-ranked Magician would not be able to sense the magical waves coming from him. Constantine was only a weaponsmith, so how did he see through his identity as a Magician?
"It's not me, it's the Starfall in your hand. Many people think that weapons are inanimate objects, but they are actually like humans. Every weapon has a soul hidden within it. When you approached me, I could hear its joy. I knew you were the master it was looking for," said Constantine. Constantine said, "The Falling Star is the most unique weapon I've ever forged. In the eyes of most people, it's a good sword, but only a good sword. Only in your hands can it unleash its full power. In fact, even if you didn't agree to my request, I would have given it to you. As a blacksmith, there's nothing happier than seeing a weapon find its dream master."
"But if you give me Starfall, how are you going to explain it to the Temple of Light?"
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm different from the Nanny you're going to meet. The Temple of Light captured me to forge a weapon for them. They won't do anything to me before the weapon is forged."
The future Supreme Magister Your Honor was finally relieved. He kept the sword and said solemnly, "Don't worry, Senior. I'll definitely find your daughter."
Constantine nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble you. My daughter's name is Silver. She should be 57 or 58 years old now. Before I was brought here by the temple, I used to live with her in No. 15, Forest Street, Port Sethevia of the Holy Alliance. Apart from that, I also have several houses in White Raven Town and several distant cousins. However, they live far away from here, so it's unlikely that Silver will seek refuge with them.
Robb noted down the names and places. Then Constantine told him again that if Silver was living well, there was no need to disturb her. It was obvious that he did not have much hatred for the Temple, but more of a sense of guilt for his daughter.
After that, the future Supreme Magister Your Honor followed Constantine's request and locked him up in the house again. Constantine also told him who the people in the other houses were.
Most of them were high-ranking members of the Church, with the lowest rank being an Archbishop or above. Because they had many followers and believers behind them, if someone committed a serious crime, the Church would first help them hide their crime in order to prevent them from tarnishing the Temple's image. After that, they would secretly capture them and lock them up in the house, claiming that they were unwell and needed to recuperate.
After a long time, their disappearance was no longer eye-catching.
According to Constantine, a total of seven Archbishops and one Cardinal had been locked up in this house for 50 years.
Luo Bu was still hesitating whether he should release these people to cause some trouble for the Lookout, but unfortunately, six of the eight people were no longer in this world. Of the remaining two, one was old and deaf, and the other had mental problems after being locked up for too long.
Therefore, the future Supreme Magister Your Honor had to give up the idea. Before he came up, he had left a miniature magic device with a detection function on the 13th floor. With the help of the device, he learned that Saxe and the Ghost had been discovered, and now the tower was in chaos.
With Flo as a hostage, it seemed that Nightingale and the Ghost still had a chance to escape the tower. However, as an outsider, Rob knew very well that once Crowell and Pemera decided to attack, they would have no chance at all.
Perhaps the only uncertainty was how long they could hold out.
It was time to leave. Rob brought Fallen Star back to the room where Granny Teresa was. Lolo said to the old woman, "Let's go together. I'll find the best doctor to cure you when we get out of here. If worse comes to worst, we can kidnap a bishop."
Granny Teresa smiled and patted the girl's head, "Child, I'm very happy that you're willing to help me, but I know my body best. I can't hold on any longer. If it wasn't for the Sacred Sigil that died about 10 years ago, I can feel that day is approaching. Even if you take me out of here, I won't live for more than a few days. Don't waste your energy. I know I've sinned. I don't want to go to heaven after I die, but I only want to become a star in the sky and guide you in the dark."
Then she turned to Rob and said solemnly, "Take care of her."
"I'll try my best."
The old woman said word by word, "Not just try your best. You have to do better than Karov did back then. After so many years, your enemies are likely to be stronger and more cunning than before."
Your Honor, the future Supreme Magister, thought for a moment and said, "I promise you, if anyone wants to hurt her, they'll have to step over my dead body first."
Granny Teresa nodded, finally satisfied. She said to Lolo, "You can leave first. I still have a favor to ask of my little friend."
The girl vaguely guessed what it was about. She could no longer hold it in and burst into tears.
Instead, the old woman comforted her, "Don't be sad for me, child. Everyone will have a day like this. Sooner or later, we'll meet you in the last moments of our lives. The gods still treat me well. It's getting late. You should leave now."
However, Lolo was unwilling to let go of the old woman's skinny hands no matter what. She murmured, "There must be a way. There must be a way … right?" The girl's last words were directed at someone. Her eyes were filled with anticipation.
However, Rob could only sigh softly. Granny Teresa's injuries were too serious. Once she left the Sacred Sigil, she might not even last two minutes. Even with the healing potions in his bag, the most he could do was to take her away from Ao Grimm. It was impossible for her to leave Mount Kilimanjaro.
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