The soft light from the crystal chandelier illuminated the main hall of the church.
Falco stepped on the thick, light yellow wool carpet and slowly walked into the church.
It was already late at night, and there was only an old priest on night duty in the church.
"How can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Archbishop Ajani."
The old priest frowned and said, "Sorry, it's too late today. The archbishop is already resting. You can come tomorrow … "
"Count Falco." At this moment, the emeritus bishop suddenly appeared in the church and beckoned to Falco. "Please follow me."
Falco smiled apologetically at the old priest and followed the emeritus bishop to the back of the church.
During this diplomatic trip to Winter City, his father, Marquis Dawson, had asked him to find a way to meet Archbishop Ajani.
Even though Wales, that unreliable fellow, often did stupid things, he still managed to contact the church leader of the Northern Frontier. Now that the peace talks with the House of Saint Hilde had reached a stalemate, the Dawson family was prepared to try the church. Perhaps there would be some unexpected surprises.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The emeritus bishop lightly knocked on the door, and a languid voice came from inside, "Come in."
"Count Falco, please." The emeritus bishop smiled and gestured with his hand.
"Thank you, Your Eminence!" Falco smiled at the emeritus bishop and pushed the door open.
This room was probably the archbishop's private parlor. Even though the decorations were not luxurious, they were rather exquisite.
Falco had just entered when he saw Archbishop Ajani's back. She was standing quietly in front of the window, overlooking the dark night sky.
Perhaps because it was not a public occasion, the archbishop did not wear a priest's robe tonight. Instead, she wore a purple dress. The dark color of the dress formed a strong contrast with her white skin, accentuating her otherworldly temperament. She was like a descending angel.
On the windowsill beside Ajani, there was a crystal vase half filled with water. There was a bunch of purple irises in the water, matching the color of Ajani's dress.
The night breeze outside the window blew the petals of the irises, spreading an intoxicating fragrance into the room.
"Good evening, Count Falco."
Ajani did not turn around. She only lowered her head and fiddled with the petals of the iris flower.
Just the sight of his back was enough to make Falco's heart race and his mouth dry up.
He finally understood why his younger brother was so obsessed with this woman.
"Good evening, Your Excellency! I hope I didn't disturb your rest. "
Ajani turned to the side and pointed at a small round table in the room. She said softly, "Don't be so nervous. Sit down and drink something."
Falco thanked him and sat down at the table. He picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Falco's spirit was slightly shaken by the bitter taste. He saw Akani staring out of the window in a daze and spoke again.
"Your Excellency, I've come to find you this time mainly to thank you on behalf of my father for the news you delivered last time. Even though Marquis Menam wasn't tricked by the House of Saint Hilde, the Dawson family still thanks you for your kind reminder. "
"Really? The relationship between the Menham clan and the Dawson clan really surprises me. "
Because Ajani's back was facing Falco, he couldn't see her expression. He nodded with a smile.
"Don't worry, we dwarves have been fighting for this common goal for a thousand years. It's not something that can be easily sowed discord between us."
At this moment, a faint clamor came from outside the window. Ajani's expression became very interesting.
Even though Falco was curious about the clamor, he couldn't go to the window to take a look. That would be too impolite. He could only suppress his curiosity and continue.
"Your Excellency, the negotiations with the House of Saint Hilde have reached a stalemate. So I was wondering if you could exert some pressure on the House of Saint Hilde to facilitate this negotiation.
In return, the Dawson family is willing to support your actions on the Northern Frontier, including, cough cough, the issue of the inheritance of the Dukes Of The North. "
Hearing this, Ajani finally turned around.
She had a faint smile on her delicate oval face, and her limpid eyes were fixated on Count Falco. Her gaze was filled with charm.
Falco only felt a nameless flame rising in his lower abdomen, making his whole body hot and dry. He was almost unable to control himself.
"Count Falco, what do you think my position on the issue of the inheritance of the Dukes Of The North is?"
Ajani's languid and slightly hoarse voice was like a swan feather, constantly stirring Falco's restless heart.
"I … …" Falco's breathing was heavy, his face flushed. His eyes were fixed on Ajani, as if he wanted to use his gaze to completely melt her.
"You what?" With a slight twist of her right wrist, a purple whip flew out and lashed Count Falco's shoulder with a swoosh.
"Ah!"
Falco screamed miserably.
He didn't understand why Ajani suddenly turned hostile, but what was more shocking was that he, a rank 4 warrior, couldn't evade the attack of a priest!
One had to know that a priest was a support class, and wasn't proficient in combat.
Moreover, that whip wasn't fast. If it was under normal circumstances, Falco felt that he could completely evade it.
But now, he felt as if his legs were filled with lead. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and his brain was filled with all kinds of chaotic thoughts. He couldn't keep calm.
"Count Falco, what are you trying to say?"
The smile on Ajani's face grew sweeter and sweeter. Her voice was as gentle as a wife greeting her husband who had just returned home. But at the same time, the whip in her hand lashed out mercilessly and Count Falco fell to the ground.
There was a problem with the tea!
Falco finally reacted, but his consciousness was already on the verge of collapse.
In his eyes, Ajani had completely turned from an angel into a demon, although he didn't know why she did this.
The noise outside the window grew louder and louder. At the same time, bursts of fire gradually lit up, dispelling the darkness that enveloped the land.
Ajani took one last look at the commotion outside the city, put away her whip, and strolled towards the door.
At the door, she placed one hand on the door handle, but turned her head to look at Falco who was struggling on the ground, as if she was expecting something.
A moment later, Count Falco finally raised his head and let out an unusual roar.
His eyes had already turned scarlet, as if he had completely lost his mind. When he saw Ajani at the door, he immediately jumped up from the ground and pounced.
Ajani's lips curled into a smug sneer. She immediately tore open the sleeves of her dress, revealing her white and tender arms. At the same time, she opened the door and rushed out, wailing mournfully.
"Count Falco! You, what are you doing! "
… …
"Count Falco, Count Falco!"
Count Anca knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response.
An alarmed patrolling guard walked over and said, "Count Falco went out."
"Do you know where he went?"
"Sorry, I don't know either."
Count Anca was anxious, and he did not know what to do.
He was awakened by the noise outside the city. Winter City was built on a mountain, and the Lion's Roar Fortress was at the peak of the mountain. Looking down, he could see the fire in the Dwarf camp outside the city.
Count Anca did not know what was going on, but he guessed that it was probably not something good.
Seeing that Count Falco was not around, Count Anca walked to the main fortress alone.
"Are Miss Vera and Viscount Angley resting?"
The guard glanced at Count Anca and motioned for him to enter.
Count Anca quickly pushed open the heavy door, and the first thing he saw was Colin and Vera in the hall.
"Count Anca, can't you sleep either?"
Colin did not seem surprised by Count Anca's arrival. He turned around and greeted him with a smile.
However, Count Anca's heart sank because he saw Colin putting on his armor with Vera's help!
"An … Viscount Angley, what are you going to do?" Count Anca asked in a hoarse voice.
Colin patted the Blade of Judgment at his waist and smiled. "There are some people outside the city who are not obedient. It is already so late, and they are still making a ruckus. I have to teach them a lesson."
Count Anca's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he said with difficulty, "Lord Viscounts, what is going on outside?"
"Why don't you come with me and take a look? Then you'll know."
Colin had already put on his armor, and he kissed Vera's forehead gently before inviting Count Anca.
However, Count Anca had a bad premonition, and he said anxiously, "Lord Viscounts, are you going to start a war?"
Colin's face turned cold, and he said firmly, "The war has already begun the moment you besieged the city!"
"I …" Count Anca wanted to explain, but Colin had already walked out.
"Miss Vera! Is the House of Saint Hilde really going to fight the dwarves to the death? "Count Anca did not give up and he shouted at Vera.
However, Vera ignored him and held Colin's arm as they walked out together.
Count Anca was stunned for a long time, and his expression changed rapidly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and followed after them.
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