"Miss Magadal."
Even though it was raining heavily outside the Anderla Cathedral, it didn't change the silence and solemnity of this holy place. The main hall of the cathedral was a place for meditation and prayer, and during some celebrations, it could even accommodate up to a thousand people to pray together. Thus, the interior of the cathedral was very majestic. Twenty-eight gray stone pillars supported a deep dome, and rows of benches were facing the central altar, forming a fan-shaped space. It was filled with a sense of majesty.
Every day, there would be a large number of servants in charge of cleaning the place. When they saw Princess Magadal walking in, they hurriedly stood up and bowed.
Magadal was a high-ranking priest and a princess of a kingdom. Not to mention, she was also Archbishop Wood's student. Now that Wood had left Ampere Seale and was about to go to the center of power in the headquarters, the status of the princess had also risen and become more and more respected.
Magadal stopped and nodded to the crowd. Although she was born a princess of a country, it was rare to see the arrogance and delicateness of a noble's daughter. Although this was related to the education she had received, it was also due to the fact that she had a gentle temperament.
The Nun Princess had always been known for her friendliness in social situations, and there was no lack of praise for her both inside and outside the Holy Cathedral.
"Is Archbishop Wood here?" she asked.
"Lord Officiant, he … doesn't seem to see any outsiders, Miss Magadal." The servants replied.
"I see …" Magadal sighed in her heart. Although she had expected this, she still couldn't help but feel dejected. She thought for a moment and asked, "What about Lord Moros?"
She called Wood the Archbishop, but she called Moros the Lord. Her attitude was clear at a glance. However, everyone was well aware of the truth and did not expose him. Moros was a cold person and had a strong desire for power. In the Anderla Cathedral, not many people truly acknowledged this' outsider '.
One of the servants thought for a moment before replying, "The Lord Officiator seems to be receiving a guest."
"Guest?" Magadal was slightly surprised. What guest would there be at this hour? "Who is the guest?"
"It's Marquis Yoakam, and there's another noble we don't know."
It's him? Magadal knew that Marquis Yoakam was on Duke Seifer's side, but he didn't seem to have a close relationship with the Northern Alliance. What was so important about him coming to the Holy Cathedral at this time?
She frowned slightly. Thinking about what happened last time, she couldn't help but feel disgusted. "Miss Magadal, do you want to go over and take a look?" The waiter asked after observing her expression.
"No, there's no need." Magadal shook her head resolutely, a look of disgust appearing on her face.
Everyone looked at each other. It was rumored that the Nun Princess had a conflict with Marquis Yoakam, and now it seemed that it was true.
But what they didn't know was that Princess Antoinette's face was slightly hot at this time, and her palms were sweating due to nervousness. She silently repented in her heart, and her heart was restless. She didn't know if Lady Martha would forgive her for lying in public.
But no matter what, this was a path she had chosen and would not regret.
"Martha above, please bless me with success." Magadal prayed in her heart.
… …
The candlelight in the narrow room was as small as a bean. The candlelight flickered, and occasionally, a spark would burst out, illuminating the faces of the two people around him who were similarly dark and unclear.
Brando knew that the second Archbishop of Ampere Seale, Moros, was a famous villain in history. However, he was slightly different from the Great Priest Amman whom he killed in the Loop of Trade Winds. Although Moros was sinister and cold, he was very self-disciplined. He lived a simple life and did not pursue materialistic desires. He was like an ascetic in his life.
(Note 1: Game History)
Regardless of whether this image was faked, at least he maintained this image during his term. This person's relationship with the Erouine nobles was neither cold nor warm. His political views were slightly biased towards the Cruz Empire, but at least he still maintained a relationship with the Erouine Royal Family on the surface.
But that was a story in history. Now, Brando was like a butterfly flapping its wings, influencing history to gradually deviate from its original track. The attitude of this new Archbishop was also very different from the history.
This small room was one of the guest rooms in the side hall of the Anderla Temple. As the Anderla Temple rarely received guests, there weren't many guest rooms, and most of them were simple and plain. Moros and Wood had been handing over power for a while, but this new Archbishop had been living here all this time. From this, it could be seen that he did not pursue materialistic desires.
However, the two people in the room seemed to be a little restless, especially Marquis Yoakam. Although his image as a libertine was more or less a deceptive disguise, this marquis' pursuit of quality of life was really similar to the other nobles. This room was simply like a slum to him. Although the tables and chairs were clean and bright, it gave him the feeling that there was always a layer of dust on them.
Marquis Yoakam had only sat for a moment, but he already had the illusion that ants were crawling on his heart. Not to mention that there was still a heavy burden in his heart, which made him even more annoyed.
However, the master had not arrived yet, so the two did not dare to act rashly.
Finally, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Soon, Moros's gloomy face appeared outside the door. His distinctive aquiline nose was like his trademark. At this moment, Moros was wearing a golden-red robe that he usually wore to preside over daily affairs. He had a straight face.
He always had such an expression. At that time, the Erouine players gave him the nickname of the Iron Man. It was not to say that he was impartial, but he was just mocking this guy's lack of expression.
Marquis Yoakam did not dare to have such thoughts in his heart. Not to mention the identity of this Archbishop, but more importantly, there was a behemoth standing behind him. Although Erouine had defeated the Cruz people a few centuries ago, the Erouine nobles today had become one of the groups of people in the world who feared the Cruz people the most in the world.
It was a kind of irony.
Both of them stood up and saluted, but Moros just nodded in return, showing his arrogance. Marquis Yoakam and the others did not find it strange, as if it was not the case. Cruz had been accumulating power for a long time, and the whole of Erouine felt that they were inferior to him.
"Marquis Yoakam, you must have something urgent to come here so late." Archbishop Moros did not have the intention to exchange pleasantries and went straight to the point.
"Yes." Marquis Yoakam smiled and returned to his usual self, "Just as you expected, the letter we sent was effective, and the Royal Faction seems to have quarreled with each other."
He laughed as he spoke, and when he got to the part where he was proud, he could not help but laugh sarcastically, "Although Makarov and Fleetwood are very smart, they are driven by their own interests and appear to be short-sighted. They can only see the carrot on the stick and completely ignore the trap in front of them."
"From this, we can see the importance of a noble goal." Moros nodded and silently agreed with Marquis Yoakam's self-praise. In fact, this plan was proposed by the Royal Faction. They sealed off the news of the North, but at this time, they used the spies around the Royal Faction to spread the news of the Lion Beastmen's invasion. As expected, the Royal Faction was in chaos.
It was an open conspiracy, but they knew that Makarov and the others had no choice but to swallow this bait. This was the nature of the nobles themselves. Moros could not help but laugh coldly.
"It's funny that they still want to divide the North and South. I'm afraid they won't be able to live past tomorrow's sunset." Marquis Yoakam laughed proudly.
Princess Magadal, who came out from the secret passage, was shocked when she heard this sentence. At first, she thought that they were talking about Gryphine, but after listening carefully, she realized that they were talking about the Royal Faction.
The Royal Faction really had a conflict with Gryphine! The Princess could not help but hold her breath. On one hand, she was skeptical when she heard Brando's' treacherous' words in the auction house, but she did not expect it to become a reality in the blink of an eye. On the other hand, Magadal could not help but frown. If the Royal Faction broke off relations, her close friend's situation would be even more dangerous.
This was something she did not want to see …
She shut her mouth, not daring to make a sound, and listened carefully. The construction and renovation of the Anderla Cathedral was done by the Holy Cathedral of Fire, and she was not the only one who knew about the secret passage. In fact, the new Archbishop Moros should also know about the secret passage, but he probably did not know that there was another key to the secret passage, so he let his guard down.
It was because of this that she dared to boast to Brando. Even so, she still had to be careful.
Moros' strength was not considered outstanding in the Holy Cathedral, but as a High Priest, he had the strength of an Elemental Master. Although Marquis Yoakam was known to be a playboy, few knew that he had the strength of a Gold Ranker. The nobleman beside him also seemed to be extraordinary. Magadal observed everything outside through the peephole of the secret passage, not daring to even breathe loudly.
At this time, Marquis Yoakam had just finished expressing his opinion, and Moros glanced at him coldly, looking a little unhappy. He was cautious by nature, and hated arrogant people the most. Moreover, the Royal Faction was not really a fish on the chopping board. Among them, Buga and Fleetwood were Elemental Masters, and it would not be easy for them to stay.
Among them, Fleetwood was a famous wizard, and it was common knowledge that wizards were much harder to deal with than swordsmen of the same level.
He shook his head and replied, "Forget about the Royal Faction, the Princess' side is also not easy to deal with. Maynild and Oberwei are both Gold Rankers, and among the Royal Knight loyal to the little girl, there is no lack of troublesome characters. Now there is also the Knight of the Lake, who is stronger than Fleetwood — "
"The key is that the Lionheart Sword is already in her hands. I heard that Count Yanbao's three Gold Rankers are in Ampere Seale at the moment. More importantly, the young man is not inferior to the Elemental Field. "Moros looked at Marquis Yoakam after he finished speaking.
Yoakam's face twitched, "Hmph, that's true."
"Although they are no longer united, we still have to deal with four Elemental Masters at the same time. Are you okay with that?" Moros glanced at the two people in the room coldly.
"No problem." The noble beside Marquis Yoakam finally spoke in a low muffled voice.
"Ah!" Magadal could not help but let out a low cry. She finally saw the face of the last noble. It was an insignificant noble with a common face, but Magadal happened to recognize him. He should be one of Count Balta's retainers.
The White Lion Legion!
Has the White Lion Legion already arrived near Ampere Seale? The White Lion Legion used to be the pride of the Erouine people, but that pride was no longer there. Marquis Balta was bought over by the eldest son of the King, and had already sided with the nobles of the North. However, unlike the Black Blade Squad, the White Lion Legion was a border guard, and their biggest enemy was the Cruz people. Unexpectedly, when everyone's attention was focused on the Imperial Army's Black Blade Corps, they subconsciously overlooked this force.
But how dare they move away from the border? Is Duke Seifer crazy? Magadal's mind was in a mess, and at the same time, she broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, the soundproofing of the secret passage was good, and her voice was not heard by the people outside. The Nun Princess sighed softly. Her hands and feet were a little cold, but she could not help but continue listening.
"That's good." Moros nodded, and turned back, "Have you chosen the person you want to identify?" He stared at the Marquis sternly, "This concerns the reputation of the Holy Cathedral, and is the most important part of our plan."
"Please rest assured." Marquis Yoakam immediately nodded, and took out a small item from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table, "That person is definitely reliable, and this ring is his keepsake —"
Moros did not speak, and only nodded coldly as he picked up the ring.
But at this time, the three people in the room heard a slight noise, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground. "Who is it!" The strongest Archbishop was the first to react. He raised his hand and shot out a golden-red ray towards a bookcase in the room.
With a loud crash, the bookcase suddenly burst into flames, and wood shavings and sparks fell like butterflies. At the same time, one of the walls in the room suddenly rumbled and slid to the side, revealing a secret passage.
Moros immediately looked over, and saw Magadal sitting on the ground with a pale face.
"Miss Magadal!" The new Archbishop of the Anderla Cathedral had a pale face as he squeezed out the words from between his teeth, "You have gone too far this time, and I think even Captain Wood will not be able to save you."
But Magadal did not seem to hear, and only stared blankly at the ring on his hand.
"This is impossible …" She murmured.
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(PS: Yesterday's chapter title was wrong, and I missed the word 'whirlpool', sorry.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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