Many believers had already gathered in the Forza Square. As the sky suddenly darkened, the scene was shrouded in a layer of uneasiness. Butter torches were lit in the square, and the light of the flames intertwined, illuminating the whole square. The crowd gathered around and whispered to each other. Most people thought that there was another solar eclipse, but the frequent solar eclipses were still not a good sign, so many people had a worried look on their faces.
The gate of the temple was closed, and the huge arch was dyed with a dense dark color, like an overly serious religious painting. There were a few low-level monks in gray robes on the stairs, but no one came out to announce what had happened and why the bell was rung.
Roman walked through the crowd with Haruz. The Forza Sanctum was a famous historical site in Fathan Port. Before this, she had visited it with Chiyara and the elf once and happened to know that there was a secret back door in the sanctum. The two quickly bypassed the crowd and sneaked into the sanctum through the back door without anyone noticing.
The back door was locked, but it was not a problem for a witch. Roman used metal melting to open the door, but accidentally caught fire, which scared the two. In the end, they hurriedly put out the fire, only to find that more than half of the door had been burned. In order to destroy the evidence, she had to ask Haruz to take down the door and hide it, which wasted a lot of time.
There was a long corridor behind the back door, but there was no one at the moment. This discovery made Roman feel relieved. She tiptoed through the corridor with the little prince, and just as she turned a corner, she saw a bright light in front of her. In the dark sanctum, there was a bright hall in front of her. This discovery made her very excited, but then she found that there were monk soldiers guarding outside the hall, and her pair of small eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
Seeing this, Haruz subconsciously felt a little nervous. His first reaction was to retreat, but immediately, Brando's daily teaching finally had some effect. He calmed himself down and gestured to Roman with his hand. "Miss Roman, do you want me to lead them away?"
The young prince compared his strength with that of the other party. Although his swordsmanship was not up to standard, his magic was already at the basic level. The two soldier monks guarding the door were only at the level of Black Iron. He was confident that he could win, so he cautiously made this suggestion.
"No need." The Roman waved his hand generously. "You're Brando's student. I can't let you take the risk. Watch me!"
She thought for a moment and chose a Dream spell from the witchcraft she had mastered. This spell was very similar to the Dust of Sleep of the Law Magic, or the Hypnotism of the Elemental Magic. However, the witches' spells had their own strengths. They were mysterious and difficult to detect. Their spells affected the real world through the Kingdom of Dreams, causing people to unknowingly fall into an illusion.
The Roman muttered something and pointed at the soldier monks guarding the entrance of the hall. The two soldier monks froze at the same time, then lowered their heads and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Seeing that her spell was a success, she clenched her fist excitedly. There was no problem! According to White Mist, as the inheritor, Miss Merchant had high attainments in witchcraft, but she was always absent-minded and forgetful when learning witchcraft. When she cast spells, there would often be some unexpected accidents. For example, misreading the incantation, misremembering the trigger byte, these were all common occurrences. There was even one time when she remembered the incantation of a spell as another spell, which was unprecedented.
Dream spell was a level five spell. The Roman could only cast similar spells three times a day. After casting it once, the merchant girl's face immediately paled. However, she did not mind. She immediately turned around and waved at Cruz excitedly, motioning for him to hurry up and follow her.
The two came to the door of the hall. The soldier monks on both sides were under the spell and were sleeping soundly. They did not seem to notice the arrival of the uninvited guests. The Roman seemed to be very confident in her spell and did not even look at the two soldier monks. Haruz, on the other hand, was more careful. He carefully observed for a while before letting out a sigh of relief and looked away.
The two looked into the hall again. This hall was the main hall of the Fossa Basilica. The Flame King Gretel's holy statue was erected in the hall. Under the statue was the altar, surrounded by layers of prayer seats. At this moment, the hall was brightly lit, and a fiery red portal appeared on the altar. The Roman vaguely felt that this portal was similar to the Door of Flame she saw in Ampere Seale, but it was much smaller. The host of the Fossa Basilica, Father Jorf, was standing respectfully beside the portal. Next to him stood a priest who seemed to be of higher status, lecturing him.
In addition, there were many low-level monks standing around, and Roman even saw Alimov among them. The merchant girl was a little excited to see an old acquaintance she had met not long ago. She wanted to wave and say hello, but fortunately, Haruze was quick enough to grab her sleeve and not let her go.
"Sister Roman, I … I think it's best if we don't show ourselves before we understand the situation," the young prince whispered as he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He also quickly changed the way he addressed her. "Besides, we snuck in secretly!"
"That's true." The Roman slapped her forehead and realized.
At this moment, the voice of admonishment came from the hall without missing a single word.
"Father Jorf, Lady Sidney has betrayed the Basilica. According to the information we received, she is likely to arrive at Fathom Port soon and collude with the eldest prince."
"What!" Father Jorf was shocked. He naturally knew who the Adoratrice of the Leo Palace was. She was known as the most powerful person under the Holy See. How could she betray the Basilica? His first reaction was disbelief. His second reaction was to realize that the rumors about the Basilica's split were true. However, he still did not know what exactly happened. Although the Empire was in a civil war, in reality, the internal strife of the Basilica had not surfaced yet. After all, the Silver Queen's purge of the Basilica was limited to the upper echelons of the Basilica. She had not even issued any orders to the other parishes.
These things were too far away for Jorf. Not to mention Sidney, he had only heard of the person in front of him before today. "My lord, this is …?"
"You don't have to worry. This is the will of Her Majesty and the Holy See."
Jorf heaved a sigh of relief. "Then what should we do, my lord?"
"The White Legion will launch an attack on Fathom Port in a few days. Those who conspire against the Basilica will be doomed. However, Sidney is likely to secretly use means to let the Basilica participate in this war. She may even stand on the opposite side of Her Majesty and the Holy See. Your task is to stabilize the believers and low-level monks. Don't let them be deceived by that woman."
"I understand, my lord. I have gathered the believers according to your instructions. Shall I go and inform them now?"
"Of course." The man nodded in satisfaction. Aowehin's undead army should already be on their way. As these undead that had been summoned were relatively low-level undead, they should be most afraid of the priests and ascetics of the Holy Cathedral of Fire in the city when they launched a sneak attack on Fatham Port. However, as long as the forces of the Holy Cathedral of Fire in the city were not organized immediately, they would be able to play the greatest role in this battle.
With these unexpected undead, coupled with the hill-dwellers and the White Legion, the balance of this war was firmly in Her Majesty's favor.
Father Yolford did not suspect anything. He turned around and was about to order the low-level monk beside him to open the door. Although he was the highest-ranking priest in Fathom Port, he was still a low-level monk in the huge Holy Cathedral of Fire. He was not aware of the power struggle behind the scenes. As a member of the hierarchical organization of the Holy Cathedral, his first priority was of course to obey the orders from the headquarters of the Holy Cathedral.
He was already familiar with this important person in front of him. Moreover, this person had arrived from the Door of Flame on the altar. The latter was one of the top secrets of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. As a member of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, it went without saying what a person who could open the Door of Flame represented.
However, when she saw the low-level monk leave Yolford's side and walk towards the main door of the Holy Cathedral, Roman did not realize that there was a problem. Haruz, who was beside her, said anxiously to her, "Miss Roman, you can't let them open the main door. If they control the believers and low-level priests in Fathom Port, the teachers will be in a disadvantageous position!"
"Is that so?" Roman's small eyebrows suddenly raised. "These guys dare to trick Brando, how despicable!"
After saying that, she pointed her finger at the main door of the Holy Cathedral. The low-level monk who was walking towards the door was ordering the monk soldiers to remove the bolt on the door and was ready to open the two heavy wooden doors. However, before they could reach out, a huge human face suddenly appeared on the door. The human face opened its eyes and glanced at everyone in the hall. Then, it suddenly said, "Hey, guys, your luck is pretty good. You actually found this door that leads to the treasure. Do you want to get the treasure through me? No problem, as long as you can answer my riddle! "
The loud voice echoed throughout the hall. Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned, including Roman and the young prince Haruz. Haruz stared at the spell cast by the merchant lady, while Roman's mouth formed an 'O' shape. "Oh my, isn't this the Door Sealing Spell?"
"I say, what's wrong with you guys? Don't you have any interest in the legendary treasure?" The human face on the door was still chattering, but at this time, Yolfo and the big shot beside him had reacted.
"Activate the object, catch the witch!" The big shot beside Yolfo saw Roman and Haruz hiding behind the side door at a glance. He roared, "Don't let her escape!"
Everyone turned their eyes in this direction. Among the crowd, Alimov saw Roman and Haruz and could not help but be stunned.
Yolfo naturally did not remember the little girl who came to the Holy Cathedral a few days ago. He reacted immediately, pointed his finger, and a holy cage enveloped Roman and Haruz. However, before the spell could get close to the two, a transparent shield suddenly opened up on Haruz's body. In an instant, Yolfo's holy spell was canceled out.
Seeing this scene, Yolfo could not help but be stunned, but the big shot beside him reacted. "Immune to spell control? This is the New Moon Ring, the Erouine Royal Family? Catch the little boy, I want him alive! "
At this time, the low-level monks and soldier monks in the hall had already swarmed up. Haruz's face turned pale when he saw this scene. He could not help but tremble. "Miss Roman, what, what should we do?"
"Run, of course!" Roman was confused but not stupid. She grabbed Haruz's collar and ran back quickly.
The two ran through the dark corridor in a panic and were about to reach the corner. Roman certainly knew that behind the corner was the back door of the Holy Cathedral. As long as they reached the back and went around to the square, there would be a sea of people there, and the enemy would definitely not be able to do anything to them. However, it was not that simple. There were even Silver-ranked guards in the Holy Cathedral. Although her strength was not inferior to a Silver-ranked warrior, she was only a witch after all. In terms of physical fitness, she was far inferior to a Silver-ranked warrior.
The soldier monks and monks behind her were getting closer and closer. Roman felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She was nervous and excited.
In front of her was the previous corner. Roman grabbed Haruz's collar and turned around the corner. Before she could react, she felt that she had bumped into something.
She groaned and felt that her head was buried in something soft. She hurriedly took a step back with her eyes wide open, but she felt that her wrist had been grabbed. "Ah!" This gave Roman a big fright, and he hurriedly raised his head, only to discover that the person who had grabbed him was a beautiful female Priestess. The other party was extremely tall, with a head of short platinum hair. Her brows were tightly knitted, and a pair of golden eyes were staring at him. Her face was full of majesty and heroic spirit.
Although Roman did not recognize the rank of the robe of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, she realized that the lady in front of her was of high status. She had seen the priest who presided over the Holy Cathedral of Fossa before, and his robe was far less gorgeous than the one in front of her. Other than being clean and tidy, even the big shot of the Holy Cathedral of Fire could not compare to the one in front of her.
However, she was a little nervous under the other party's stare. She subconsciously pulled her hand back, but the hand that grabbed her wrist seemed to be cast in steel and did not move at all. "You're hurting me …" Roman whispered guiltily, "Roman is not a thief. Can you let us go first?"
But at this time, another slightly hollow voice sounded, "Miss Roman, why are you here?"
Roman and Haruz were stunned when they heard this voice. They looked up in surprise and found that there was another person behind the priest. It was a female Knight shrouded in pale flames. "Lady Brunhilda!" The young prince cried out in surprise, "Why are you here?"
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