Archbishop Vikma immediately turned around, but he realized that there was nothing in front of him. There was nothing behind him.
Everything was still so quiet.
"… The devil can already affect this place?" Archbishop Vikma hesitated for a while.
According to common sense, no one would be able to sneak into the underground of the Sacred Bone Hall. Not to mention the suppression of the great Divine Power in the Sacred Bone Hall, just the hundreds of guards guarding outside would make it impossible for anyone to sneak in silently.
But thinking about what had happened today, there were actually evil cultists who had sneaked into the Sacred Bone Hall of the Church of Justice. They even dared to whisper in his ear, saying that he was a heretic.
Some people had already reached the point where they were unscrupulous and daring!
Archbishop Vikma carefully searched the room and found that there was indeed no one in the room. He hesitated for a while, thinking that he might have been hallucinating. After all, he suddenly discovered that the believers of Chaos could appear in the cathedral today. It was understandable that his body had heightened its vigilance.
The archbishop continued to flip through the classics.
Vikma had always been dissatisfied with the performance of many pastors and regional bishops of the Church of Justice.
This was because, compared to the normal clergy, many pastors and bishops were more willing to participate in the palace politics of the nobles and collect large amounts of donations, other than guiding the faith and expelling the threat of Chaos and vampires.
The doctrine of the God of Justice was that "justice does not distinguish between nobility and lowly" and "justice requires a price."
This was a very good doctrine, but in the history of mankind, there had never been a lack of clergy who had maliciously distorted the doctrine of the gods for their own benefit.
Many pastors always liked to separate the believers from the gods. They advocated that "there must be a channel for faith," which meant that the mortals could not simply believe in the gods directly. They had to believe in the gods through the church and then enjoy the monetary offerings and status of the believers.
Vickmar had been working hard to crack down on these corrupt clergy. However, the archbishop knew that everyone had their own desires. Other than faith, people needed to at least fill their stomachs. There were very few living saints. Even the Knights of the Holy Grail needed to eat good wine and meat. Therefore, what Vickmar wanted to do was to punish and suppress them, and not to kill them all. As for the small amount of losses during transportation, as well as the fines paid by the bishops in some regions, the archbishop could only let it be. Occasionally, there would be a difference of 3% to 5%.
Luther Huss was a young and devout battle priest. This priest found many abuses in the Church of Justice, and he directly made many suggestions to the Council of the Holy See. Archbishop Vikma attached great importance to this. He wanted to transfer this priest to Brunswick to consult him face to face and correct some of the abuses.
In a corner two rooms away from here, Laing shook his head indifferently. "A sneak attack is not possible. The two of us can't take down Archbishop Vikma in a short time. We can't kill him with a sneak attack, and we can't fight with him. This will put us in a desperate situation!"
When Vikma was flipping through the books, Laing and Tegris originally wanted to use a sneak attack to knock the archbishop out. There was a holy spirit carriage in the Hall of Holy Bones, and Vikma's command scepter and his ring could release divine spells to activate the carriage and take them out.
A sacred-realm expert was indeed a sacred-realm expert. He was too vigilant. Laing had just released a little bit of murderous aura from 30 meters away, and the archbishop immediately became alert.
"A sneak attack won't work. We need to change our way of thinking." Laing thought for a while and said in a low voice, "His Excellency Vikma won't read those books for too long. He should know that it's not good to read those forbidden books for too long."
"If it's a human, it'll take at most an hour and a half. If the archbishop isn't stupid, he won't stay for too long." Tegris prepared a powerful spell in his hand. He carefully dissipated the power of the spell to avoid being discovered.
Great Elven Incantation, Weave Seal. This spell could completely imprison powerful existences and stop their time completely. Eighth circle and below spells were not allowed in the Hall of Holy Bones. The two's original plan was for Laing to sneak attack, Tegris to imprison him, and then Laing to knock Vikma out.
But the plan failed. Vikma was too alert.
"In that case … Tegris, let's go." Laing rolled his eyes and revealed a beastly smile. "Let's go to Vikma's bedroom."
The two carefully went to Archbishop Vikma's bedroom. The bedroom was very simple. On the wooden table, there was a cup of cold coffee, a transfer order from Luther Hus, and a half-eaten piece of black bread.
Tegris leaned on Lilith's Moon Staff and looked around. "There's no way he's hiding in the closet or under the bed. Do you think His Excellency Vikma would be stupid enough to fall asleep when someone is ambushing him in the bedroom?"
Leon stretched out his index finger and waved it left and right. He pointed at the coffee. "The God of Justice hates his followers for wasting food."
"Poison?" Tegris was expressionless.
"It's not poison. It's medicine." Laing took out a small paper bag from his Infinite Space Ring. There were some white powdery crystals in the paper bag. "This medicine is not poisonous. It will only make people fall asleep. It can't be detected with silver needles."
Laing folded a corner of the paper bag and poured some powder into the coffee.
Rustle, rustle, rustle ~
A smile finally appeared on Teglis's face. "Did Olica give this to you?"
"How did you know?" Laing was puzzled.
"Dark elves are good at these little tricks … and the Fondia family …" The two hid outside. "You should be grateful, Laing. If she wasn't sincere about being your maid, she could've poisoned you at any time."
They sat behind a coffin in a corridor. Ryan smiled and said, "I've never needed to be strong."
"It has nothing to do with force. Dark elves don't care if you use force or if you succeed. Elves don't have the concept of chastity." Tegris said to Laing. "Dark elves enjoy the process and then take revenge. Some dark elves will cut off a man's penis for collection just because you've made her experience pleasure."
Laing felt that the cold wind in the underground building was a bit noisy today.
"Do the elves not have that concept at all? Can they go out and do whatever they want after marriage? "They needed to wait for a while, so he chatted with Tegris.
"… You're overthinking it. High elves only don't mind when they don't have a fixed partner. If they do, or even after marriage, elves are very chaste and serious. Take my brother Tyrion for example. Ever since he and Alariel became partners, he rarely had sex outside." Tegris knew that Laing was getting the wrong idea again. He tried to clear his brother's name.
"No, I heard from Lilith that the Phoenix King and the Queen of Eternity are husband and wife," Laing complained.
"That's right. The Phoenix King and the Queen of Eternity are legally husband and wife." Tegris was speechless. "But all the Phoenix King and the Queen of Eternity have to do is to give birth to the next Queen of Eternity. Then they can live separately and find their own partners."
"So … the next Queen of Eternity is Finnuba and Alariel's child?" Laing continued to complain. The Lake Fairy had told him this before.
"Well …" Tegris was in a dilemma and did not know what to say.
Everyone in Ossouin knew that the next Queen of Eternity was the child of Tyrion and Alariel, and had nothing to do with Finnuba. The Phoenix King and the Queen of Eternity had not even slept together for a day.
Whether he admitted it or not, he had violated what he had said to Laing, so the Supreme Mage simply kept quiet.
Laing smiled and did not ask any more questions. There was no need to get to the bottom of some things. He understood Tegris. The Supreme Mage had helped him a lot, so he had to save some face for Tegris.
An hour later, Archbishop Vickma finished browsing the forbidden books and returned to his bedroom. He picked up the cold coffee and sniffed it before using a silver needle to check it. After confirming that there was no problem, he downed the coffee in one gulp and munched on a few mouthfuls of black bread. Then, he went back to his bedroom to edit some documents.
Laing motioned for Tegris to continue waiting patiently.
After another half an hour, Archbishop Wickmar finally fell asleep on the table with snoring sounds.
The time had come!
"Quick! This medicine is not very effective on saints! One hour at most! We have to find a way to escape quickly! "
"Let's go!"
Tegris and Laing lifted Archbishop Wickmar from the table.
The two of them hurriedly carried the archbishop's body and ran all the way up. "Quick, quick!"
Wickmar's body was very heavy, and the various instruments and jewelry on his clothes weighed more than two hundred pounds. In order to make as little noise as possible, Laing carried the archbishop on his back.
After running wildly, they ran out of the basement. A golden carriage was placed in the Hall of Skeletons. Laing carried the archbishop's body and carried him into the carriage. Tegris pressed Wickmar's ring on the mechanism of the carriage.
The divine power contained in the ring activated the carriage and made it start. Laing and Tegris both let out a sigh of relief when they saw this. They each sat on one side and squeezed the archbishop, who had already fainted, to the right side of the carriage window.
"Go!" Laing gently waved the reins and signaled the horses to go out. The four tall horses recognized that Laing was not their master, but because both Laing and Tegris exuded an aura that made animals feel very comfortable, they decided to obey.
The carriage slowly drove out of the Hall of Skeletons.
Outside the Hall of Skeletons, it was brightly lit. Hundreds of ascetics, more than a hundred paladins, and more than two hundred battle priests were patrolling nearby. When they saw the archbishop's carriage drive out of the Hall of Skeletons, these clergymen stopped what they were doing and expressed their respect to Archbishop Wickmar. "I offer my respects to you, Lord Wickmar!"
"Charlemagne bless us!"
"For our Lord!"
The curtains on the carriage window were lifted slightly. Archbishop Wickmar's eyes were tightly shut, as if he was deep in thought. He did not wave his hand as usual, but nodded deeply.
The guards were puzzled. Archbishop Wickmar was usually very serious, but why would he not say anything?
The curtains of the carriage window were lowered again. The archbishop's unfathomable attitude made the guards secretly apprehensive. They wondered if there was something wrong with them that caused the archbishop to be in a bad mood.
Due to the heresy incident, the Church of Justice's cathedral was now surrounded by sentries. Laing secretly looked through the gap of the curtains, his heart almost in his throat. The entire Hall of Skeletons was crowded with demon hunters and guards! If they were exposed, even he and Tegris would not be able to escape successfully!
Once their actions were discovered, the two of them would have to face an almost certain death!
The wheels of the carriage turned, and Laing's forehead was already sweating. Tegris's hand that was holding the staff was also slightly pale.
Fortunately, there were not many accidents along the way, and the carriage smoothly drove out.
The entrance of the Church of Justice's cathedral was not far away! As long as they were a distance away from the cathedral, they could easily escape! The horses remembered the location of the Hall of Skeletons, and they would send Wickmar back to the cathedral.
Five hundred meters.
Two hundred meters.
One hundred meters.
Just when they were twenty meters away from the entrance, there was a sudden change! A red-clothed regional bishop brought a few battle priests and demon hunters to stop the carriage, "Your Holiness Wickmar, we are very sorry to disturb you, but we have something here that requires your judgment."
The curtains of the carriage were pulled open, and Archbishop Wickmar's face appeared in front of the red-clothed bishop. His eyes were still closed, and his long moustache and face looked very serious. The archbishop slowly nodded, seemingly intending to listen to his subordinate's report.
"His Majesty the Emperor was greatly shocked when he heard the news of the appearance of the Church of Chaos. The flag bearer, His Excellency Ludwig, has led the army to the castle of the fallen nobles to quell the rebellion. The Emperor sent someone to ask us if the Church of Justice can send a team of paladins and demon hunters to help Ludwig?" The red-clothed bishop asked loudly.
Inside the carriage, Archbishop Wickmar's eyes were still closed. He kept nodding, but did not give any orders.
"Your Holiness Wickmar, can you send paladins and demon hunters?" Seeing the archbishop only nodding, the red-clothed bishop anxiously asked, "Your Holiness Wickmar, please give a clear order! The Emperor's envoy is waiting for your decision. "
Wickmar only nodded again.
At this time, the guards and demon hunters in the cathedral felt that something was wrong. The red-clothed bishop was even more puzzled. He began to slowly walk closer, and tried to touch the door of the carriage, "My Archbishop? What happened, what's going on? Please say something. "
Oh no!
In the carriage, Laing's hand was still holding onto Archbishop Wickmar's neck, and he was still nodding. Seeing the guards gradually gathering around, his heart was beating at a rate of 180 beats per minute!
What should I do? What should I do?
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
