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A group of Holy Court Mages in blue outfits were riding Lingxi Birds in the sky above the snowy mountain of the Alps. The snow had stopped falling. The sunlight shone down, casting their shadows on the white snowy mountains …
"Is there someone down there!?" a Holy Court Mage with sharp eyesight asked, pointing down.
The group lowered their altitude and saw a person when they got closer. He was lying in a pile of snow. They could not see his face clearly.
"I think it's the Cold Prince!"
The leader of the group went up and carefully flipped the man over.
It was a young face with pale skin and veins that were green in color. His body was extremely stiff, obviously frozen by the snow. His eyes were open and staring at the sky after he was flipped over. There was no sign of life in them.
"It's the Cold Prince!" the Holy Court Mage who first discovered the man said.
"He … he's dead," the leader of the group said.
The Holy Court Mages gathered in a circle and performed another round of inspection. They even checked the man's body.
The man was indeed the Cold Prince. He was definitely not a substitute. It was impossible to transfer the Seal of the Holy Judgment Court.
However, he was already a corpse.
If the sharp-eyed Holy Court Mage had not discovered him, the Cold Prince would be like an insignificant animal that had frozen to death in the Alps. He would be covered in snow at night, and would rot under the snow the next day …
"The Black Vatican put in so much effort to save him. Why …"
"Let's bring him back first."
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In Lake Geneva, a fishing walkway was parallel to the morning light shining on the surface of the lake. A man in a fur coat was sitting there, motionless, as if he were an artistic sculpture.
On the shore, a woman in a snow-white fox-fur robe walked over. She looked around and her gaze finally landed on the person who was fishing.
"You handled it well," the fisherman said.
"It's all thanks to Asura," Salan said.
"Asura has always been arrogant and disobedient. He's going to bring us trouble sooner or later. It's a perfect plan to get rid of the Cold Prince with him," the man said.
"I don't understand. Why does the Cold Prince have to die when I'm the one who brought him here?" Salan asked.
"Someone who has been working with the Holy Judgment Court for almost a year isn't worth using anymore. The Cold Prince and the Asura Red Cardinal will need to be replaced. Do you have any recommendations, Salan? "the fisherman asked.
"Why don't you do it?" Salan said.
"This is the information of the Magistrate who summoned Hayla. This is a list of the people close to him," the Fisherman said.
"Yes."
Salan took the envelope and left.
The fisherman sat there the whole time, and he did not even look in Salan's direction. The surface of the water below the fishing line kept rippling. There were already fish on the hook, but he still did not pull the line …
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On the streets of the city, the sunlight was scattered by the trees on both sides of the street, embellishing the painted tiles on the ground. Salan, who was dressed in snow-white fox fur clothes, was walking on the street. She was not much different from those bright and fashionable city girls. She blended in perfectly.
"Teacher." A woman wearing a long blue woven dress came over and intimately held the tall Salan's arm.
Salan did not say a word.
The two were strolling around like best friends. They would occasionally attract the attention of some men, but who would have thought that the Red Cardinal of the Black Vatican, who had committed countless crimes, was actually strolling around the crowded city? They did not live in the underground tunnels, nor did they hide in an eerie castle, nor did they gather in a dark temple with strange drawings on it.
"There's no need to investigate the fisherman. He's just a messenger, not the Supreme Pontiff," Salan said calmly, as if she knew what Blue Bat was worried about.
"The Supreme Pontiff asked you to kill the Cold Prince, and you did it. You're the only person in this world who can save a person from the Holy Judgment Court's dungeon and kill him. If the Supreme Pontiff is worried that the Cold Prince might leak important information to the Holy Judgment Court, he should trust you, the person who killed the Cold Prince for him. Why would he use a messenger?" Blue Bat asked.
"No one knows who the Cold Prince is once he's dead. Even if we've earned his trust, why would he bring himself more trouble?" Salan said.
"Does that mean no one knows who the Supreme Pontiff is now?" Blue Bat asked.
Salan's lips curled upward.
No one knew?
Did the Supreme Pontiff really think he could rest easy after the Cold Prince was dead?
The man who thought he could hide in the clouds and control the world from the dark abyss would one day die like the rest of them, just like the rest of them!
"Has the Chief Extraditor left?" Salan asked.
"Yes, everything is going according to plan. There were no mistakes. The people of the Holy Judgment Court didn't suspect the Casas. After all, apart from the Casas, the Alps Institute and Iza's men also tried to infiltrate the Holy Judgment Court. However, there's still a problem, "Blue Bat said.
"Speak," Salan said.
"Mubai. The Chief Extraditor has met Mubai before, and Mubai recognized her. Even though he didn't see through her disguise, if we can link the Chief Extraditor to Mubai, it will make sense. After all, the Chief Extraditor is technically Mubai's sister, "Blue Bat said.
"What's the solution?" Salan said.
"The first option is to change the identity of the Chief Extraditor, but the people of the Holy Judgment Court are keeping a close eye on the people who have visited the Holy Judgment Court before. The Holy Judgment Court will be suspicious if they show any obvious changes, such as death, disappearance, or leaving their territory," Blue Bat said.
"We can't change her identity for now," Salan said.
The Casas still had someone alive. The Chief Extraditor had to stay close to Herr Casa.
"Only Mubai can die. Mubai is currently in Fanxue Mountain. He has only achieved the Super Level. Our people are having trouble infiltrating China, let alone the powerful Executioners. I have a suggestion. We should let the Chief Extraditor handle it herself. Mubai doesn't suspect Yan Qiu's identity. We should let the Chief Extraditor lure Mubai out and execute him … "Blue Bat said.
"If Mubai dies at the hands of the Chief Extraditor, it will tell the people around him who the Chief Extraditor is. Don't forget how Hu Jin died, "Salan harrumphed coldly.
"It's … it's my fault," Blue Bat blurted out.
"Let Spectre do it," Salan said.
"Gui … Spectre!" Blue Bat shivered when she heard the name.
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