On the mountain road northwest of the royal capital, the two teams of purifiers and the bishop were at a loss when facing the pool of blood that Michelle had turned into. For a moment, everyone was silent. The Cleaners looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
"Lord, Lord Bishop..."
After a while, someone said this.
"Depraved people who have been abused by demons have weak wills and will not regret their death." The bishop suddenly spoke, interrupting the man's words, and his harsh tone was like a heavy iron ingot, "We don't need to pay attention to her and continue to go. Chase that carriage.”
The cleaners looked at each other in confusion again.
Hunting down Benjamin Reese was the real mission of their trip, and they had always wanted to do this. However, after witnessing Michelle's "melting", for some reason, they all had a strange feeling in their hearts, but they did not take action immediately.
After hesitating for a moment, another purifier spoke up and said, "Your Majesty Bishop, we..."
"Enough!" The bishop's voice suddenly became a little excited, "This person is not Christine, she is just another evil mage. She is dead. There is nothing to say. Benjamin Reese, this person is ours Target. Even if we turn the entire kingdom upside down, we must catch that kid and use the holy light to purify him and his sins!"
An unimaginable killing intent pervaded from his words.
The purgers seemed to still have doubts, but no one said anything. They always obeyed the bishop's orders, not to mention that they had never seen the bishop so angry as he was today.
Therefore, they all nodded, kept their mouths shut, and asked no more questions.
Just when they were about to ride their horses and chase in the direction the carriage left, suddenly, another paladin on horseback ran out from the corner of the mountain road behind them.
"Master Bishop! I, I have a very important news to tell you!"
A voice that sounded extremely anxious stopped everyone.
Another unexpected turn of events.
Upon hearing this, the bishop also pulled up the reins of his horse, turned around, and looked coldly at the paladin who was riding towards him.
"What's wrong?"
The paladin reined in his horse and stopped. He glanced at the bishop and then at all the purgers. It seemed that he was being watched by so many people at the same time, and he suddenly became a little nervous, and the words he was ready to say became stumbling.
"Yes... yes..." He took another deep breath, cleared his throat, and then continued, "Yes... His Majesty the Pope."
Hearing this, the bishop's expression changed.
He quickly recovered from his previous emotions, his eyes flashing imperceptibly.
"His Majesty the Pope... His Majesty set out separately from us to pursue Benjamin Reese from two directions." His tone gradually returned to its previous calmness, and the ups and downs just now were ruthlessly pruned away like weeds. " However, if His Majesty the Pope discovered something, why would you be the one to deliver the news to us?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle. The Cleaners looked at the Paladin who came to report the news, and their eyes gradually became less friendly.
Some people have even put their hands on the hilt of their swords.
The paladin who reported the message was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly explained: "No, Lord Bishop, for some reason, all the eyes of God have failed. There is no other way but to let me deliver the message."
As soon as these words came out, many of the purges showed hesitation, as if they were thinking about the credibility of the Paladin.
As for the bishop, he didn't say much. Instead, he took out a silver bead that exuded the aura of magic from his pocket and prepared to verify it on the spot.
He held the bead in his hand and looked at it attentively, as if to confirm whether the Eye of God still had the function of contact. However, soon, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, showing a slightly puzzled look.
After a moment of silence, he put away the silver beads again.
"You are right. The Eye of God is malfunctioning. It seems that something is hindering the transmission of information." The bishop looked at the Paladin again and asked solemnly, "What exactly did His Majesty the Pope find? Tell me."
However, the Paladin looked troubled.
"His Majesty the Pope didn't discover something, but... but..." He tried to organize his words, but he couldn't say anything for a long time. It seemed that the message he wanted to convey was so special that he didn't even know how to express it.
The bishop looked at the hesitating paladin silently, waiting patiently for the other party to finish speaking. But suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed. Then, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, with complicated emotions in his eyes.
The afternoon sun shone down, burning the slightest chill on the Purifier's gorgeous armor.
at the same time.
To the north of the royal capital, near Pearl Lake, there was an open space on the roadside, and there was not even a single person in sight.
However, this was not the case half an hour ago.
Half an hour ago, at this very spot, the Pope, wearing a robe and holding a scepter, stopped. At that time, his lowered eyes were slightly raised, and he looked ahead with slight surprise at the person blocking his way.
Opposite him was also an old man.
Wearing an elegant and solemn dress, his white hair was combed up, half of his eyebrows were raised playfully, and there was a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth.
The Pope recognized her.
"Mrs. Riese, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your spirit is still as strong as before." He narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Now, I hope you can explain to me that I have banned the Riese family from leaving the royal capital. , why do you still appear here?"
Hearing this, the old lady looked at the sky blankly, and then said with a smile: "Really? I'm really sorry. I'm old, my brain doesn't work anymore, and I always forget things. Your Majesty the Pope, please don't mind."
However, after saying this, she did nothing. She still straightened her back and continued to stare at the Pope with that innocent and subtle expression.
The Pope frowned.
It could be seen from the way he suddenly tightened his grip on the scepter that something was wrong with him. On the deserted roadside, the old lady stood quietly in front of him, and then, a silent pressure fell on the Pope's chest.
—He hasn't felt this kind of pressure in a long time.
After thinking for a while, the Pope nodded expressionlessly and said, "In that case, Mrs. Riese, I understand you. God will forgive your fault, and you can return to the royal capital."
However, after hearing this, the old lady neither replied nor had any intention of leaving.
She just folded her hands and hung them gracefully in front of her body, looking at the Pope with a seemingly kind smile. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes rolled up slightly, like the veins on the back of a leaf, so kind and even somewhat meaningful.
For some reason, under the old lady's gaze, the Pope couldn't help but show a panicked look for a moment. However, he quickly adjusted, suppressed the unreasonable panic, and spoke calmly:
"What's wrong? Mrs. Reese, do you have anything else to do?"
Hearing this, the old lady shrugged innocently and said, "What's the matter? We've known each other for so many years. Wouldn't it be nice for old friends to catch up on old times?"
"Mrs. Riese, I'm afraid your memory is bad again." The Pope seemed to be a little impatient, and his tone gradually turned gloomy, "Although you have been married into the Riese family for many years, it seems that the chance of us meeting has never been Not much, let alone any friendship.”
"How could it be? Your Majesty the Pope, have you forgotten?" The old lady made a surprised expression, half covering her mouth with her hand, and said, "More than fifty years ago, we met once on the edge of the Scaife Mountains. , I also gave you a small gift, didn’t I?”
As she spoke, the old lady suddenly raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
"If you forgot, I can remind you again."
Accompanied by a crisp sound and the old lady's careless words, a fireball the size of a human head appeared out of thin air in front of her. Then, the fireball paused for a moment before flying straight towards the Pope.