If you want to get from the east gate of the Holy See to the Zonilet Palace, known as the "Holy Palace", the Triumphal Avenue is a must-pass place.

The avenue was so long that it took nearly half an hour for even four horses to gallop together to reach the gates of the Palace of Synile.

From this point of view, the captain of the gatekeeper team was still lucky, because the area of the Holy See was actually not small at all, and it was one of the few large cities on the entire continent.

If it weren't for the fact that Foster happened to be nearby, then whether he let Duke Habs and his party into the city or not, he might have caused trouble or even killed himself.

The Duke of Habs did not speak to Foster, who was driving, but sat in the carriage and watched with great interest what he saw through the window.

Of course, Foster was not alone with Duke Habs, and there was a small squad of Knights of the Wings of Light accompanying him in the carriage.

Although these knights were not as eye-catching as the Royal Knights of the Spanne Empire who were guarding the carriage just now, the astonishing murderous aura on their bodies that could only be honed by experiencing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood was enough to deter all the sinister eyes that were peeping in the shadows—at least that's what Foster thought.

In front of the gates of the Palace of Shiniellet, Duke Habs saw a scene that he was very interested in—twenty knights with wings of light had laid a blockade about a hundred meters in front of the palace gate, blocking everyone who wanted to enter the palace gates, and this did not include the duke and his party, of course.

The carriage did not stop outside the gate, as is customary, but drove directly into the gate until it came to a stop at the foot of the steps of the square behind the gate.

Foster jumped out of the carriage with a blank face: "Here we are, Lord Duke." ”

Almost as soon as Foster finished speaking, Duke Habs had already stepped out of the carriage.

In front of the Duke was a ruin that could be called a ruin in every sense of the word—a great ruin.

You must know that the Shining Light Palace was established by His Majesty the first Pope "St. Shining Ni", this palace is already majestic and magnificent, plus the popes have been living in this palace for a long time, and countless important resolutions closely related to the Holy See and even the mainland have been made here, it can be said that this palace represents the glory of the Church of Light for three hundred years!

But such a palace can be called a holy place, and what appears to the Duke of Habs at this moment is nothing more than a ruin.

Duke Habs's expression was very solemn, and this solemnity was not pretended.

"What a powerful force...."The Duke stared at the ruins in front of him with some distraction, this ruin has not been sorted out in any way, except for all the corpses that can be found have been removed, everything in front of the Duke of Habs is almost the same as after the palace collapsed that night.

The irregular mass of rubble, the gravel and dust that occasionally appeared in it, and the most striking was a large piece of the ground that was inserted upside down, which was quite large and looked at least as large as a tower three or four stories high, and the Duke of Habs looked closely for a moment to determine that it must belong to some sharp corner of the roof of the Palace of Synelleth, which had become like this because of the fall.

Duke Habs let out a long sigh and suddenly asked, "Have you found the bodies of Bishop Gavin or Pope Enhill?" ”

No matter how you look at it, standing in front of the Shinillet Palace, asking such a question to a member of the Church of Light is somewhat inappropriate, and perhaps even a little disrespectful.

But the expression on Foster's face behind Duke Habs did not change at all, and he spoke very calmly: "No, in fact we just removed all the corpses that could be seen, Enxi - the two of them should still be in the ruins." ”

Duke Habs nodded, looking a little emotional: "Maybe you don't know, this is the second ruin I have seen in just a few days due to the struggle for power," and before Foster could speak, he said to himself, "The other ruin is Charles Avenue in Ridmar City." ”

Foster pursed his lips slightly, revealing a look of disapproval, obviously in the eyes of the captain of the Knights of the Wings of Light, what Charles Avenue could not compare to the holy palace in front of him.

Duke Habs suddenly sighed: "** is the original sin of mankind, young general. Did you see that? That burning ambition can destroy everything. ”

Foster's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he replied, "I'm not a general, Lord Duke. ”

"Alright." When Duke Habs turned around, a gentle smile appeared on his face again: "I've finished reading everything, now we can go." ”

Foster walked to the driver's seat of the carriage: "Where are you going?" ”

Duke Habs laughed, "You should know a cardinal named Jeffrey, right?" I want to meet him. ”

Foster frowned, waved a Knight of Lightwings, and whispered something in the knight's ear. The knight rode away at once, and returned after a full twenty minutes, whispering a few words in Foster's ear.

Foster straightened up and grabbed the reins in his hand: "Let's go now." ”

The Duke of Habs watched all this with great interest, until the wheels of the carriage began to move forward, and then suddenly said: "Did you just tell your subordinates to find out whether this Jeffrey Cardinal has been arrested?" You don't have to, because not only do I know that this Bishop Jeffrey is on your side, but I also know his exact address. ”

Foster's body stiffened suddenly, and then he waved his horsewhip casually.

Duke Habs laughed, but did not stop talking: "It seems that you don't know much about the current situation in the Holy See City, right?" Otherwise, you would have known what Bishop Jeffrey was on that side of the story. ”

Foster snorted and said, "I'm a soldier, and soldiers don't get involved in politics. ”

"Military personnel don't get involved in politics?" Duke Habs couldn't help but laugh: "So what about the battle that shocked the continent launched by the Knights of the Bright Wings a few days ago? And because of whom did the Holy Palace fall into ruins? ”

Foster snorted heavily, but did not answer Duke Habs's question, and no matter what Duke Habs did afterwards, he did not speak again.

After several unsuccessful attempts, the Duke finally gave up on continuing to communicate with Foster, but the Duke did not feel any frustration or annoyance at Foster's reaction, but instead put a smug smile on his face.

From Foster's words and reactions, the Duke had gained a great deal of information, a lot of very useful information.

Cheedo was not wrong at all, his uncle did have his own plan in his heart.