Stormwind City Main Palace, Conference Hall. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bright sunlight pours in through the seven-stained glass, tables and chairs are made of high-end wood, and the spacious meeting room is filled with the sound of two people talking.

The knights and the retinue of the Luna Cult were guarding the door, and they were actually staring at each other with wide eyes.

No one could hear the voices inside.

"Everyone struggles in a cage of desire, and only the gods don't trap it, so you and I are the same, Kozmo."

"True freedom is always out of the cage, and faith is the best key."

Randall spread his hands, his dark blue eyes like the ocean, and took his gaze away from Kozmo's face, which looked complicated.

"I don't think I'm lying, Lord Randall, the nobles of Stormwind can all testify for me." Kozmo felt a cold sweat oozing from his back, "The sinner of Messeste, St. Zachari, has been arrested by my knight, and if he doesn't know anything about the Knight of Diamond, then I can't even more likely to know..."

Randall raised his hand and motioned for Kozmo to say no more, and the latter obediently complied.

"No one can flatter the god of lies and hypocrisy in the glory of the moon god - Saint Zachari has explained that your position is not, well, secure?"

Kozmo's face turned pale, which Randall saw in his eyes.

"Yes, people will sin under the temptation of desire, but the good moon god will give devout believers a chance to atone for their sins, I think."

"Are you willing to atone for your sins?"

In Randall's tone, Kozmo has already been convicted of the crime.

He didn't know exactly what St. Zachari had confessed, and the Cult of the Moon God had its own handling of the blasphemy, and even he had no right to know.

I thought that the road of the city lord would be unimpeded, but now it seems that it is even worse.

"I do."

Kozmo forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, a meek expression appeared on his face, and he leaned down.

"Very well, Kozmo, every believer who turns back in time can get out of the cage."

"Bask in the glory of the moon god."

Randall placed his palm on Kozmo's head, a short distance from the brunette's hair.

The gentle white light condensed into the shape of a rune, and it hovered silently above Kozmo's head, feeling a strange sensation coming from above him, who swallowed his saliva.

"Did Quentin Grote collude with Messester?"

Randall's expression gradually replaced seriousness, and for Kozmo, the question came as a surprise.

But when you think about it, it seems to be significant.

Quentin Grote has always been the representative of the traditional forces in Stormwind and one of the biggest obstacles in the path of the Lord of Kozmo, he is a noble viscount, and represents the Cult of the Moon, even St. Zachari, who has one hand in Stormwind City, can only expel him from the center and not kill him.

But for the Luna Cult, figuring out whether it is a civil strife or a foreign war may be the primary key.

"As far as I know, there is no sign of collusion."

Kozmo had a lot of thoughts in his head, but he quickly answered truthfully.

"Very good."

Randall glanced at the unchanged white runes, the Luna Cult's mantra magic was able to test lies, and he was confident.

As he said before, all hypocrisy will be hidden in the face of the glory of the moon god.

"Take me to the basement you said, and I'll see with my own eyes the power of the Red Fury Demon Crystal."

As soon as Randall's gaze moved, the white rune dissipated invisibly, and as soon as he felt the pressure above his head loosen, Kozmo breathed a sigh of relief and said yes again and again.

"I'll go with you to the mine area and investigate the Fallen by the way."

The Lady in the Red Dress seems to have a nickname "Fallen" in the Cult of Luna, but that's clearly not something for Kozmo to consider.

The area of the mine is the burial place of Kozmo's father, the former lord of the city, a fact that he confirmed from the mouth of Saint Zachari. He is now a sinner who kills his father, atoning for his sins at Randall's opportunity, but still having to face some of the evil deeds he has done, which inevitably smells of fate.

As long as this matter is solved, he is still a hero of Stormwind, and Randall will not reveal his secrets because there is no need for that.

Kozmo followed Randall out of the conference hall, looking at the retinue and knights outside, and subconsciously straightened his waist.

・・・

Outside of Stormwind, Quentin Grote's stronghold.

"No, this kind of magic... no, it can't be called magic anymore, it can't be expelled and it's evil."

Quentin Grote, as the head of the Luna Cult, has three trusted priests under his command, and at this time he is anxiously unleashing the magic of mantra, but he is at a loss.

"The power of the Red Fury Demon Crystal can be regarded as a mixed demonic power, if there is a considerable amount of magic crystals, I can draw magic power to dispel it."

Iros carefully observed Quentin Grote's situation and pondered.

"Quite a lot?"

Leo was immediately interested.

"Ordinary third-level magic crystals, fifty."

After receiving Iros's answer, Leo couldn't help but roll his eyes.

When he and Alina were wandering around the many shops in Taiyan City, they couldn't even see the shadow of the third-level magic crystal, and finally found a scrap third-level magic crystal with extremely mixed magic power on a vendor.

There are no third-level magic crystals in the border land, and even if there is, it is in the royal capital of Astaire, and the number is rare, and fifty lions will open their mouths.

Moreover, a third-level magic crystal is 100 experience points, and fifty is 5,000 points, Leo might as well keep it for himself, and it wouldn't be beautiful to fly directly to 99% of LV9.

"How can this be... Damn, it's all this woman!"

Nancy looked at the sleeping old priest with a painful expression, and then turned her angry gaze to the woman in the red dress beside her.

"Despicable inferior, you should thank me for giving you the right to look at me."

In the face of Nancy's glare, her expression was extremely indifferent.

Nancy, who was provoked, trembled angrily, but still glanced at Leo hesitantly, suppressed the killing intent in her heart, and looked away.

"Dear sir, why don't you hand her over, we heard that Lord Randall of the Golden Sect is here, maybe he has a way."

The three anxious priests looked at Kelsey Spencer and then at Leo wistfully.

"After the Randall in your mouth entered the central area, he got mixed up with the murderer Kozmo, and handed over your family and this guy, isn't it a sheep's mouth?"

"If Kozmo insists that we are hiding this heretic, you can't afford it, and neither can Quentinggrot."

Leo said slowly, and the three priests were shocked when they heard this, and they looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Also, woman, my patience is limited."

Leo looked away and walked over to Kelsey Spencer, speaking calmly.

"Respected strong man, have you ever heard of contract magic, I can dispel the magic on him, but you have to sign a contract with me."

"It's the fairness I need, and it keeps me safe."

When Kelsey Spencer saw the visit, he smiled sweetly and said very gently.

(To be continued.) )