It was chaos at the edge of the square.
The sudden darkness shrouded everything. When the dust had settled, a wave of screams came from the mouths of the nearby citizens!
Aragon and the Temple Knights stared at the scene in a daze!
Dana's head fell to the ground. Her eyes were wide open. She died with a grievance.
And her attendant, Luo Nan, had his head chopped off by a single blade!
Such an incident had never happened in White Elephant City or even on the Poussen Plane.
That was a high-ranking priest.
She was killed so inexplicably under the watchful eyes of so many people?
Not a single trace of the murderer had been exposed!
The Priests and Paladins of the Temple could not accept this.
The Temple Knights recklessly charged over. Their horses even stepped on many innocent people!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the twelve knights under the Prince finally broke out of the encirclement and fled White Elephant City.
The entire square was in a complete mess.
Ma Wen had quietly retreated under the cover of the Eternal Curtain of Night.
Wearing Eriksson's brooch, even if those Paladins frequently released [Eye of Truth], it would be of no use!
His Stealth level was just too high!
He could not save someone and then leave calmly. After all, only a legend like Ibu could do it.
But killing a priest was not a big problem!
No matter how powerful Dana was, she was only a level 15 or so mage. And she was completely defenseless!
Super stealth and Eternal Curtain of Night were simply the perfect combination.
"A priest is dead. The Shadow Temple won't be able to sit still anymore, right?"
"I'm afraid the Temple's eyes will immediately focus on White Elephant City in the next few days."
Ma Wen sneered in his heart. He had achieved his goal and quietly disappeared into the crowd.
…
In the Divine Kingdom of the heavens, the Shadow Prince narrowed his eyes.
Ever since Ma Wen entered this world, he had been paying attention to the Poussen Plane.
He could clearly sense the death of the purple-robed priest.
These high-ranking priests had established a two-way communication channel with the Shadow Prince.
The priests continuously provided him with the power of faith with their pious faith.
A high-ranking priest often provided more power of faith than ten devout believers.
It was as if there were strings hanging between God and his believers. Some threads were thicker, while others were thinner.
Some of them were even faintly discernible — those were fence-sitters with less firm beliefs.
As a god, the Shadow Prince loved fanatics who could provide him with more power of faith, but the way the fanatics did things was too simple and crude, and not suitable for managing other believers. Only those who were devout and intelligent could bring him more benefits.
Therefore, to these believers, he would bestow divine arts and divine power, and occasionally respond.
At the moment when Ma Wen killed Dana, the Shadow Prince sensed that a thick line was broken.
He followed that line of perception, his thoughts soaring above the Pousson Plane.
In an instant, his eyes were focused on the towering city!
"White Elephant City …"
"Hehe …"
The Shadow Prince closed his eyes and began to take the initiative to contact his most powerful spokesperson in the Pusen Plane!
…
Late at night, in the dungeon of White Elephant City.
Aragon, dressed in a prisoner's uniform, sat cross-legged on the dark floor.
Candles flickered in the distance. They were the knights of the Temple, keeping a tight watch.
What happened during the day shocked the entire White Elephant City. Another mid-level priest from the Temple came out to take charge, and contacted the headquarters of the Shadow Temple.
It was said that there would soon be more than two high-ranking priests coming to White Elephant City.
His Highness the High Priest attached great importance to this terrible incident. It was said that if the murderer of Dana was not found, half of the people in White Elephant City would be sacrificed!
This news was told to him by the prison guards. Unfortunately, these prison guards did not stay for long before they were all replaced by the Holy Knights of the Temple by that mid-level priest.
"Actually, they don't have to do this."
Aragon sat there in a self-deprecating manner.
If he wanted to escape, how could these people trap him?
Even if he was chained to the Temple's [Imprisonment Bracelet].
As a level-18 Storm Swordsman, it was too easy to break out of prison. Especially under the premise that there was no high-ranking priest holding the fort.
But he did not want to do so.
He recalled many years ago, when he was young, he once asked his father a question:
What was the Temple?
At that time, Nottingham XIII was in the prime of his life. He was ambitious and prepared to implement a series of measures to weaken the power of the Temple.
At that time, he answered, "The Temple is a malignant tumor."
"Soon, it will be eradicated."
The young prince nodded in a daze. A few months later, he heard the news of the rebellion of the three lords in the north.
At that time, he found it unbelievable. The three lords in the north were his father's brothers. How could they rebel?
Then the kingdom's army retreated in defeat.
In the end, the Temple was forced to personally deal with the rebels.
But when the victory report of the three lords in the north in the final battle arrived, he saw Nottingham XIII stumble and fall to the ground.
He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
Aragon suddenly understood something.
The Temple was a malignant tumor.
Someone had to try to eradicate it, but the price of failure was something that the Nottingham royal family could not afford.
But someone had to sacrifice, and someone had to try.
…
More than thirty years later today.
Nottingham XIII, who once said he would personally eradicate the tumor, had completely aged.
He had lost the courage to fight against the Temple. He even began to really force Aragon to wipe out these "rebels."
Now, in order to please the Temple, he was not even going to let his own son go.
Aragon was disheartened.
He could sense that this was a world that was about to die. Everyone was numb to it.
They were like cattle and sheep being kept in captivity, unwilling to look up or try to jump.
Because the Temple said, no.
God said, no.
"F * cking God!"
In the dark dungeon, the handsome prince finally cursed for the first time in his life.
Unfortunately, no one could hear him except for a mouse crawling by.
He would be sent to the capital tomorrow. There was no need to think about the outcome of the trial. Life imprisonment was the lightest punishment.
"Really, just give up like this?"
He was a little unwilling.
Just then, a faint voice sounded from the darkness:
"Your Highness Aragon, are you really going to give up like this?"
Aragon was shocked!
He could see the knight on guard not far away, but he could not see the source of the voice.
"It's you!" He lowered his voice, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.
The man who killed Dana during the day!
It was definitely him. Only such a strong man could get in and out of the dungeon so easily!
"I have a plan that can help you eradicate the Temple. We have a common enemy. "
"But I also need your help."
"Tell me, in the capital city, who is the closest and most trustworthy person to you?"
Ma Wen's voice slowly sounded in his ears.
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