Azem was wearing a wrinkled but clean shirt and trousers.
In Henricqal, where even the water supply was under control, this was a relatively decent look.
He looked like a capable elite.
That's right, this was the image and honor of the elites of society nowadays.
As he walked on the street, the ordinary people he saw were either working for Baine University or believers wearing the holy emblem. Or the peripheral staff of the Asterism and Moon Basin.
Other than the staff and the families of the Transcendents, there were only outsiders who had just entered the city and had yet to find a place to stay.
Azem pulled open his collar, marveling at the stability and peace of the city.
Walking along a street that was being filled in, he turned right and went to a staircase at the corner of the street.
He went up the stairs and soon came to a red security door on the third floor.
Knock, knock, knock.
He knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened silently, and a bloodshot eye peeked through the gap.
The eye saw him and seemed to recognize him.
"Come in."
The eye retracted.
Azem pushed the door open and strode in.
In the living room, leftover food wrappers were everywhere, and the sofa and tables were full of newspaper clippings.
The whole room was messy.
The owner of this place, a skinny, dispirited man wearing flip-flops and a full beard, was sitting on the sofa, picking up a hardtack and stuffing it into his mouth.
"What are you doing here again? I'm just an ordinary person now, and I don't want to get involved in your bullshit. "
"Don't worry, no one knows that you are my half-brother," Azem smiled and replied softly.
"I wish I never had a brother like you." The bearded man waved his hand lazily.
"So, what are you doing here?" He knew that Azem, his brother, would not come to visit him for no reason.
Azem did not answer immediately. He stood up, walked to the window, and lifted the curtain to look out.
"What do you think of Henricqal? I mean the current Henricqal. "
"Henricqal? Compared to other colonies? "The bearded man stroked his beard, thinking.
"That's pretty good. Apart from the arcane realms, I don't think any other gathering place would do better than this one. "
"So? What is your purpose? "
He had always known that his brother, Azem, was a man with a strong sense of purpose. Therefore, he must have come here to accomplish a certain goal.
"If you're here to overthrow the rule of the Holy Cathedral, then you can go out and turn right now." The bearded man thought that he had given him a good piece of advice.
Azem immediately laughed out loud.
"Big Brother, you're still so cautious … but you still decided to meet me in the end. To be honest, I'm very grateful."
The smile on his face faded.
"Actually, the reason I came here this time is to ask you to help me investigate the true strength and background of the Sanctum!"
"His true strength and background?" The bearded man began to ponder.
"Yes." Azem nodded. Putting down the curtains, he pushed away the instant noodle box on the table and leaned against the edge of the table.
"All this while, we have treated the Holy Sanctum as a new large armed force. But after a few major incidents, the situation had changed. Whether it is the three arcane realms or the Sevenlocks Tower, we can no longer ignore this growing organization. "
"Compared to the other cults, such as the Sect of Thousand Graces, before the Holy Sanctum, the difference is like the difference between an egg and a stone. They are not on the same level at all. "
"The Holy Sanctum has the absolute upper hand in both battles of the Palatinates. This is an unbelievable shock to the outside world. Almost every time they come into contact with the Holy Sanctum, the outside world will find that they have a deeper and more powerful force that they have yet to show. "
"After all, you know that even the Sevenlocks Tower needs a lot of energy and time to cultivate a Palatinate. But the Holy Sanctum? The experts among them seemed to have drilled out of thin air and appeared out of nowhere. This is what we find difficult to understand. "
"So you plan to investigate before deciding on your attitude toward the Holy Sanctum?" The bearded man understood what the Sevenlocks Tower was trying to say.
"You can say that." Azem nodded. But a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"But simple investigation takes a lot of time, and we don't have that much time to waste. So … "
"So?"
"So, we used a little strategy." A mysterious smile appeared on Azem's face.
"What do you mean?" The bearded man blinked.
"It means … Second Lock, perhaps he is about to reach Xylond? That is the legendary headquarters of the Holy Sanctum. "
Azem's face showed confidence.
"Obviously, the Holy Sanctum has been moving frequently in Henricqal, and its influence is far greater than in Xylond.
It was conceivable that they had most likely placed their main forces here. To open up a new territory.
In this way, the ones stationed in the local headquarters are likely to be second-class fighters who are too weak to make a move.
So there has been no big movement from the headquarters. That is probably the reason. "
"So, you plan to use Second Lock to test the waters?" The bearded man understood.
"Yes. I believe that this speculation is more than eighty percent true. "Azem looked very confident.
"I have a hunch."
…
…
The headquarters of the Xylond Holy Sanctum.
The Night Lord lay on the bed like a salted fish. He tried to flatten his body.
This way, after he covered himself with the quilt, no one would be able to tell that someone was sleeping on the bed.
He had used a powerful breath concealment secret!
Ever since he started practicing Saint power, his strength had soared with the help of his terrifying bloodline.
Coupled with the force field of the Holy Sanctum, his actual combat power was probably equivalent to two of him.
But at the same time, this fellow's character also became a lot lazier.
"Lord Night Lord! Don't hide … I can see you! "
A faint female voice slowly floated outside the bedroom.
"Haha, this trick again? Do you think I will fall for it every time? Naive! "The Night Lord sneered. He was the kind of man who could only get stronger by sleeping.
Asking him to work was like asking for his life!
"Lord Night Lord, Xylond's SFG Chief Instructor will come to visit you today. This concerns the reputation of the Holy Sanctum. You better come out quickly. It will be too late if you don't leave now, "the voice continued.
"Haha, you think I'm stupid? The Chief Instructor had clearly been here yesterday! Again today? You think too much. "The Night Lord sneered again.
Moreover, the Steel Lord, who had just broken through to the Palatinate-level, was also here. There was no need for him to show up.
"Besides, even if you don't get up, you still have to eat, drink, and go to the toilet, right?" the voice continued.
"It's been more than ten days … You haven't gone to the toilet. Are you going to poop in your pants? "
"Haha, you're too naive. I have already dug a hole under the bed! Going to the toilet is not a problem! "The Night Lord said dismissively.
"Hehe, you're really a clever little devil." A pretty face with a sneer suddenly appeared from the hole under the bed.
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