"Do you know what you are saying?"
The cold voice got colder.
A kind of obvious anger was especially obvious.
Sean's forehead was covered in sweat.
The pressure of a superior and the presence of a powerhouse mixed together made Sean breathless. However, Chief Knight still clenched his teeth and nodded.
"Of … Of course!"
Chief Knight wanted to make himself sound more resolute but under the pressure of the voice, his voice couldn't help but tremble.
"Etorin is a loyal and reliable guardian.
When he was alive, he protected the land for my lord.
After his death, he will surely enter my lord's divine kingdom and receive protection. "
The cold voice didn't have any ups and downs as it repeated the facts that everyone in the War Shrine knew.
Sean understood what the voice meant.
Therefore, when the voice subsided, he quickly said.
"I am willing to confront Sir Etorin.
"What if I'm mistaken?"
I am willing to pay any price. "
Sean then knelt down on one knee.
He used his words and actions to express his decision.
The cold voice didn't say anything else.
He stood in the shadows and started to pray to his lord.
As one of the two bishops in council above the 15 bishops, Motor was undoubtedly the highest ranking in the War Shrine and was also the most trusted and favored by the God of War.
There was no need for repetitive procedures or priests, all he had to do was chant and Motor would be able to contact the God of War.
This time was no exception.
"What's wrong, Motor?"
When the sonorous voice sounded, Motor knelt down in the shadows.
"My great lord, something has happened that I can't decide on.
It's about your believer, Etorin!
Your other believer, Sean, thinks there's something wrong with him but he died last night, so we need your judgment! "
Motor reported honestly.
Then, he waited for the reply from the God he believed in.
It wasn't the first time Motor asked the God of War for judgment.
Therefore, he quickly realized that something was wrong.
It had been a little long.
Before this, it didn't take more than three breaths.
This time, it had been ten breaths.
Could it be …
There really was a problem?!
Motor felt a chill in his heart.
If there was really something wrong with Etolin …
Almost in an instant, many thoughts surged into this bishop's mind.
Mortor knew Etorin's importance very well.
As an armed priest level spy, Etolin's position in the Inquisition was not low. He had control over more than half of the spies in Castle Aïtantin.
This included, but was not limited to, the true identities of these spies, their concealed identities, and so on.
If something happened to Etolin, then the Inquisition system in Aïtantin Castle would also have problems.
Anxiety filled Motor's heart.
However, the bishop in council did not rush his' God '.
As a believer, his loyal faith allowed the bishop in council to trust his' God 'completely and unconditionally.
Whatever God said was what he had to listen to.
Everything 'God' said was what he needed to spread.
Time ticked by.
A minute later, the vast voice echoed in Motor's mind again.
"There is something wrong with Etolin."
"Sean is right."
"You need to ask Sean what happened in detail."
"Understood."
Motor answered.
When the vast voice left his heart, Motor stood up and looked at Sean in the confession room — it was a special structure, not just a normal mechanical secret room, it was also enchanted with mystical spells.
Standing there, the people in the confession room would never be able to see the people in the confession room.
The people in the confession room could observe the people in the confession room.
It was exactly what the words said.
A 360-degree observation without any blind spots.
For those who had gone through special training, such observation was very useful.
They could easily tell if the people in the confession room were hiding or lying.
Motor was one of the best among them.
So, he wasn't in a hurry.
Instead, he looked at Sean quietly.
He hoped to find out more from Sean.
However, to Mortor's disappointment, although Sean was a little nervous, it was only because he was afraid of the unknown and not because he was hiding anything.
"What did you find?"
Motor asked after his fruitless observation.
"It's because of the news from the palace."
Sean answered.
"News from the palace?"
Mortor retorted.
As the only bishop in council in the north, Motor's job was very complicated. His most important task was to sign his name on the documents that had been filtered through many layers.
Therefore, he didn't know about the news that just came.
As for doing everything himself?
Sorry, unless it was the God of War, Motor didn't think anyone could do it.
After all, the God of War was omnipotent.
Standing there, Motor listened to Sean's words.
His expression, which was already cold, became even more serious.
"Seal this information."
Without my permission, no one can read it. "
Mortor gave the order.
"Yes."
Sean answered, but his heart was overjoyed.
He knew he had done the right thing this time.
Fate was like this, no one knew when it would favor you. As for what you needed? It was to be prepared at all times.
Just like him.
If it wasn't for his sharp eyes, how could he have noticed Etorin?
How could he have used this opportunity to gain the recognition of the higher-ups?
Sean's faith in the God of War was firm.
Equally firm was his heart that moved upwards.
He hoped that he could be closer to His Majesty.
Because of that, he kept working hard.
This time, he seized the opportunity.
A branch captain was far from enough.
An armed priest?
Not enough either.
At least one of the bishops, only then could he better feel the glory of His Majesty.
In order to achieve his goal faster, Sean stated his plan in the next two minutes.
"Corin must die!
"Of course, he can't die by our hands.
At least on the surface. "
Motor listened to the plan quietly.
He had already read through the urgent document regarding the Silent Night Secret Order contacting Snake school and the fact that Snake school represented Aïtantin VI.
Motor didn't object to it.
A powerful royal family wasn't beneficial to the War Shrine.
"Do as you say!"
Motor then left the secret room.
He had to report everything to the God of War.
…
Kakroom!
At noon, the sky was clear. A sudden clap of thunder shocked everyone in Aïtantin Castle.
People looked up.
When they saw the sun, they grumbled again.
The civilians didn't know what happened.
Or rather, almost everyone didn't know what happened.
Those with some knowledge knew it was the sign of the God of War's anger.
But why was he angry?
They didn't know.
Kieran knew.
Therefore, he curled his lips into a smile.
He had to say, Bloody Mary was getting more and more useful!
Maybe he could give it a break after everything here was over?
Hmm, an hour … no, 10 minutes was a good choice.
The wagon was moving steadily. Kieran leaned back on the soft cushion, picked up the cup of tea in front of him, took a sip, and made up his mind.
Then, he looked outside the carriage window.
Next …
It was up to him.
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