"Looks like we have an unexpected guest! Let me think, this is like the deer in the fables. Miss Magadal, you are most welcome. "Marquis Yoakam smiled.
The Nun Princess glared at him angrily, but most of her attention was on Archbishop Moros's hand. Her face was full of shock and fear, revealing the uneasiness in her heart. Moros turned around and asked, "Archbishop, what do you plan to do with this beautiful lady?"
"You'd better not have any ideas about her. This woman's identity is very complicated. You can't afford to offend her." Archbishop Moros replied with a straight face.
"Ha, you must be joking, Archbishop." Marquis Yoakam laughed. "Women … I have a lot of them. Compared to those charming and gentle women who are as soft as water, I have never been interested in those thorny roses."
The Head Ritual Master glanced at him.
He looked up and said coldly to Magadal, "I will send you to Wood. He will understand the cause and effect of this matter. Before this matter is settled, he will supervise you on my behalf. Your Highness, please behave yourself. "
He emphasized, "This is also for your safety. There will not be a next time, Princess Magadal."
"I don't need your pity, you despicable people." Magadal's face was pale. She clenched her teeth and refused. "You are using the Holy Cathedral to intervene in the political affairs of other countries. The revered Flame King Gretel's crown will fall because of you. After Ampere Seale, all of you will be sinners."
Her eyes were about to spit fire.
Moros was expressionless. The Nun Princess's words were like the highest judgment for a devout believer, but to him, it was not painful at all. "The Holy War is imminent. Erouine's internal affairs are rotten. If we don't cleanse ourselves, it will only be a matter of time before thousands of people fall into a sea of fire."
"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Your Highness, your opinion is just a foolish woman's opinion." He refuted Magadal's words one by one. Then he raised the ring on his hand. "Besides, isn't this the only thing you care about? You and I faced the trial naked in front of Martha, but I didn't feel any more ashamed than you did. "
In Moros's hand was an ordinary noble's ring made of silver. Under the candlelight, its surface was shrouded in a layer of faint light. The ring was carved with an olive branch and surrounded by a flame-like ruby in the center.
The emblem on the ring was an olive branch, a flame and wind pattern, and a crescent moon. It was the emblem of House Seifer.
The Nun Princess trembled and her face turned even paler.
Moros winked at Marquis Yoakam. "Send her to Wood. If he asks, you can answer truthfully."
"That's secondary, but I really don't want to meet Archbishop Wood. I can see that he doesn't like me." Marquis Yoakam replied self-deprecatingly.
Moros did not say a word, but he was mocking him in his heart. Magadal lowered her head, and her heart turned colder. Hearing what they said, Archbishop Wood already knew everything, but he did not say anything.
"Whether it's Moros or Archbishop Wood, they both represent the Holy Cathedral of Fire and Cruz. But they are definitely not Erouine, my friend, or …"
She lowered her head in a daze and did not realize that Marquis Yoakam had come to her side. The latter smiled and was about to help her up. Magadal felt a wave of disgust. She waved her hand and said angrily, "I'll do it myself."
But she did not expect a black object to fall from Marquis Yoakam's hand to the ground.
It was a ring shaped like a snake. It represented the Ouroboros Clan of All for One.
The room was silent for a moment.
The faces of the three people in the room changed at the same time. Magadal raised her head and looked at Moros and Marquis Yoakam in disbelief. Her mind was in a mess, and many thoughts came one after another. But in the end, they settled into one word:
Run!
The Nun Princess's thoughts flashed like lightning, but her mind was clear. She immediately got up and ran.
"Catch her!" The Archbishop's cold and emotionless voice came from behind her. It was as if an ice-cold sharp sword had pierced through the princess's back, causing her to shiver. Even her last bit of hope had been completely extinguished.
They are really in cahoots! How could this be?!
Magadal felt her heart clench. She knew that if she was one step slower, she would not be spared. Moreover, this secret was too important. She had to tell the others.
Archbishop Wood?
Magadal suddenly felt a little scared. She was not sure if the person who was her teacher and friend was also involved in this. Another figure immediately appeared in her mind — a lord who was exceedingly young.
But would it be in time?
The Nun Princess's heart pounded, and she could not help but look back. But when she looked back, time seemed to have stopped in front of her eyes. She first saw Marquis Yoakam looking at her with a slightly regretful expression, and then she saw the cold gleaming sword in his hand.
"No …"
Magadal felt her tears flowing uncontrollably. For the first time, she realized that she did not want to die so badly. She still wanted to live, even if it was to return to her hometown and live a peaceful life.
The sword pierced through her heart from behind.
The princess felt as if she was struck by lightning, and then the pain spread. "I'm sorry, Gryphine …"
Darkness gradually spread in front of her eyes.
… …
Inside the inner courtyard of the Anderla Cathedral, the rain fell like silver ribbons from the patio, washing away the trees in the courtyard. But in the midst of the bushes, the sound of two people talking could be heard.
"Hey, Jill. I say, isn't it a little too risky for us to do this? This is the Temple. Think about it, those big shots only need to move their fingers to crush us like we're bugs. "
In an unknown place under the bushes, the ground suddenly shook, and then the whole thing sank. It looked as if a hole had been opened in the mud, and the water and soil on the ground were pouring in.
"Get out of the way!"
"Keep your voice down, ah —"
"Ugh … I told you not to go out when it's raining, especially tonight. My new clothes are all wet. Look, it's all mud. It's all over."
"Boo, you stole that dress," a voice reminded him kindly.
"That's not the point. Besides, what's the difference between buying and stealing? In the end, people still have to pay for the stolen goods. Alright, let's change the topic. I'm saying that the tunnel you found is completely unreliable. At least, the person who designed it did not consider the possibility of water entering the tunnel. In my opinion, either his brain is as damaged as my clothes, or this is simply the work of a stupid thief. "
The voice paused for a moment. "Just like us."
"We're not thieves, we're bandits."
"Come on, Jill, we're bandits." The first voice said lazily.
"Once we're done with this, we'll be bandits. Wait, someone's coming, shut up!" A small head popped out from the hole under the bushes. It had to be said that the rain outside was very heavy, and in a short while, the hair on the head was completely wet.
However, the young man called Jill did not seem to notice. If you looked closely, you would see that he had a pair of surprisingly large emerald green eyes. That's right, this was a Greater Goblin. The Goblins were the largest kind of creatures. If you did not pay special attention to their eyes, you would think that they were halflings, but they did not have hairy hands and feet.
In any of Wohnde's stories, the Goblins were a kind of beautiful creatures. Their distant relatives, the Elves, were the embodiment of beauty. It had to be said that the Greater Goblins were the same. They were a very delicate and beautiful race, but unfortunately, they did not have a good reputation.
If the Halflings who wandered the continent and did not have a fixed residence were lazy, then the Greater Goblins were simply a place for thieves. Nine out of ten legends about them were related to the Goblins.
Of course, the Goblins were certainly desirable, but the Goblins in real life did not have such a good reputation.
Jill and Boone were honorable members of the Brotherhood of Thieves in Ampere Seale. Of course, whether they were honorable or not was another matter, but they were definitely daring. Jill obtained a map by chance. In fact, it was a design, a secret design of the underground passage of the Holy Sanctum.
This was not an ordinary thing.
If it was an ordinary person, they would definitely hide it well, or burn it, or quickly sell it for a good price to avoid getting into trouble. But Jill immediately had an idea that could be called the model of a Thief.
He decided to sneak into the Holy Sanctum and make a fortune!
This was crazy.
Of course, this was a matter of course for the Greater Goblins. In the ethics of the Greater Goblins, all the treasures in the world were ownerless, and those with 'virtue' would obtain them. What kind of 'virtue' was this, it was hard to say.
Jill carefully poked his head out, using the only glimmer of light in the rainy night. The vision of the Greater Goblins was a hundred times better than that of humans. In fact, even in the dark, he could see clearly, but the pouring rain seriously interfered with his observation. It was not until the footsteps on the other side were very close that he shook his ears and heard that the other party was walking towards him.
"Shh!" He hurriedly turned around and gestured for his companions to keep quiet. Cloth's big mouth was famous in the Brotherhood of Thieves. There was once … No, there were several times where he had failed because of his big mouth.
In Jill's opinion, if it were not for his talkative companion, the two of them would have spent at least half of the time in the prison in Ampere Seale.
Fortunately, this time Boone looked very obedient, perhaps because he was tidying up the mud on his' new clothes'.
Jill's eyes quickly widened as he saw three people coming out of the darkness one after another. One of them seemed to be carrying something on his back. The three of them stopped at the other side of the courtyard, and then opened a cover from the ground. It was an exit on the other side of the secret passage. Jill had a good memory, or rather, it was the basic skill of a 'Nightingale'.
In the rain, the person carrying the bag quickly put the thing down. Another person said, "This matter is too important. Let's leave it here first. When Wood leaves, I will find a way to send it out."
"Will High Priest Wood be suspicious?" Asked a muffled voice. The voice was very soft, and if it were not for Jill's sharp and long ears, he might not have heard this sentence clearly.
"Don't worry, Magadal has been sneaking out of the Holy Cathedral these days. When the chaos tomorrow comes, others will naturally think that she went missing in the chaos."
The three of them exchanged a few words in the rain, but Jill's heart was already burning. "Martha above, the 'treasure' they buried is actually related to the Archbishop!" As a qualified citizen of Ampere Seale, especially for those who knew the upper nobles like the back of their hands, they certainly knew what the name "Wood" represented.
He did not even hear the last few words at all. When the three of them left, he climbed down and tugged at his companion, excitedly shouting, "Did you hear that, Boone? This time we are rich!"
"Yes," Boone replied unhappily, "I hope the trouble is not as big."
"Risk and benefit go hand in hand, my partner."
… (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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