Although he had completed the commission of the previous pope and had also obtained the buffer time he wanted, Luo Lan still stayed in the Central Continent and did not go back.

The information provided by Shaloman does not seem to be a forgery, coupled with the multi-party confirmation of the Doomsday Guild later, Luo Lan can finally determine that this information is true and credible, and the Council of the Dead is indeed planning a huge operation, and now the aggressive momentum they show is just a pretentious gesture, in fact, it is to cover up the real actions behind it.

But now, even if the monk would pay attention to this information, he would not have the energy to deal with it, because another incident had happened during this time, which also became one of the reasons why Luo Lan had to postpone his trip.

Lord Charles, the chief monk of the Friars, is too old to be able to hold this position in terms of ability and energy, so he has to be ready to give up this position, this old man has been the chief monk since he was thirty-five years old, and now fifty-five years have passed, and it can be said that he is the oldest feudal lord in the monk council who does not belong to the three major camps of the Mage's Guild, the Knight Alliance, and the Holy See.

In fact, this was not a matter of much attention in the first place, because from the beginning of the establishment of the Monks' Association, two seats were reserved for the ordinary nobles of the mainland, and for thousands of years, this has become an unwritten rule, and if nothing else, this candidate will still be selected from the nobles of the mainland.

For hundreds of years, there were twelve seats for the Friars, and since the Church had the most four seats in the Order, and usually dominated the rest of the camps, the nobles for these two seats were generally pro-church factions, but now there is an unexpected variable that makes it possible to break this situation.

Brother Mehati was killed, and this created a vacancy that had not yet had time to be filled.

The Mage, the Knights, and the Church now each have three seats, which creates a very delicate situation that has opened the eyes of many to breaking the strong barriers that the Church has maintained for so long. This is perhaps the biggest turning point in a century.

In this case, Brother Angus Gale, who was another mainland nobleman, became particularly important, and for a while, his family became the object of competition between various camps, and his attitude gradually began to waver from his original firm side with the Holy See.

Angus Gale was well aware that the longer the matter dragged on. The more ambiguous he is, the more he can gain, so he has not promised either party so far that he will bet his precious bet on a camp that will bring the most benefit to his family at the most opportune time and in the best interest of his family.

As the bishop of the church and one of the twelve chief monks, at this critical moment, Luo Lan, who is also one of the heavyweights, naturally needs to stay, and when he reaches this position, he is the same as other chief monks. Ordinary every move is already able to determine even the change in the situation on the continent.

Luo Landi's desk now has detailed information on the three people. They were all strong contenders for the prefect seat.

Among them, the most powerful faction is the faction headed by Bolton Charles, the grandson of the land of Lord Charles. They have been in the monastic for a long time. The power is entrenched. Several of the chief monks also had to think carefully about their influence. However, they were originally inclined to the papal families. Therefore, the Mage Council and the Knight Alliance will definitely suppress them.

And the second share. It is known as the Black Widow and Mrs. Semerhill. This woman is cold and wise. Politically savvy. Her territory is rich in black diamonds. It has the largest deposit of Mithril in the South. It has always been the object of the Mage's Society's vigorous support.

And the last faction. It is the Marquis of Chebman, who controls most of the carriage shops in the mainland and owns the largest pasture in the mainland. He was a nobleman of the Easton Empire, the largest power in the north. The portion is also quite heavy. There is a faint support from the Knight Alliance behind it.

When Luo Lan was looking at the detailed background information of these three people. The invitations and gifts of the three men had already been delivered to his temporary residence. Although Luo Lan is a church person. But these people are also very clear. The de facto ruler of the Eastern Continent has his own will. Privately. It has even been referred to as the Second Holy See, the vast expanse of the Bishopric of Landiston. His attitude. Definitely able to influence a large number of people.

Luo Lan laughed softly. For so many years. The chief monk is the cornerstone of the Monks' Society. This enables the mainland to maintain an equilibrium. They are like cogs doing their jobs. Stuck where you should be. And yet at the moment. As soon as there is a change. This is likely to have an unpredictable impact on the situation on the entire operating continent.

This consequence though he was willing to see two years ago. He would not even hesitate to add a fire, but at this moment, he had to consider that after the monk's problems would arise, there were forces from other sources that threatened him, such as the Council of the Dead......

He smiled bitterly, although he was now in a high position, but sometimes, he couldn't do whatever he wanted as before.

"My lord, that Mr. Charlemagne is here again. ”

"Oh?" Luo Lan frowned slightly, in the past three days, the vice president from the Mercenary Guild had visited him no less than five times, and each time he was well known, it seemed that he would never give up if he didn't see him.

He rubbed the corners of his eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, let him come here to see me." ”

"Yes, sir!"

After a while, Luo Lan heard a series of heavy footsteps, the sound seemed to be that this walking man was desperately raising his feet and stomping on the ground, and then a tall figure almost crushed the entire door frame blocked the door, and said in a voice that couldn't tell whether it was yelling or laughing: "Haha, is it Bishop Lantiston, I finally saw you, haha......"

The man's hair was blown up like a hedgehog, the beard of his chin was oily and allowed to poke at his stiff collar, and the deliberately groomed ceremonial clothes looked nondescript on him, and he was still writhing, giving the impression that he was itching all over.

Luo Lan nodded slightly and said, "President Charlemagne, please take a seat." ”

"Bullshit, I'm the deputy!" Charlemagne roared rudely, and sat down under the startled gaze of the servant next to him, his hips twisting deliberately, causing the hard, solid cold wooden chair to groan.

He patted the armrest, then looked around with interest. Hehe smiled: "Bishop Lantiston, your things here are far inferior to those arrogant people's house furnishings." ”

Luo Lan smiled: "I didn't expect President Charlemagne to also have research in this area. ”

"Shit!" Charlemagne spat on the ground, then grunted, "I'm deputy." Then he burped impolitely, exhaling a strong smell of alcohol.

Luo Lan looked at him meaningfully, as if he didn't care about the smell of the other party at all. He politely said, "What is the matter with Mr. Charlemagne here?"

"Ha, Bishop Landiston, I'm still talking to you cheerfully," Charlemagne gave a thumbs up, and then he dug his ears with his black nails, and then rubbed his fingers, and the naked eye could see a layer of greasy and mud being bounced away, and the servants on both sides could not help but lose their appetite with disdain on their faces. "That's right. Charlemagne scratched his head again, but said with some embarrassment, "I want you to recommend the head of our mercenary guild to become the new head monk." ”

Luo Lan's face was calm, and he didn't seem surprised. Said slowly: "President Charlemagne, you are saying that you want to win a seat for the Mercenary Guild for a position as a Master of Monks?"

"Yes!" Charlemagne jumped suddenly, slammed his fists on the table, and shouted, "I am the deputy." ”

Luo Lan nodded and said, "Okay, I know." ”

"You know what?" Charlemagne said in disbelief as he looked at him with wide eyes, "That's it?"

Luo Lan smiled: "Not so." What else do you want?"

Charlemagne glared at Luo Lan for a long time, and then looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his voice shook the surrounding utensils and dishes, "Brother Lantiston, you are a very interesting person!" After a while, he suppressed his laughter, nodded heavily, and said, "Okay! I'll go, and a nasty little man like me should not stain your carpet again." ”

"Nope. Luo Lan shook his head, stared at him and said, "If you are a small person, then there is no big person in the world." ”

Charlemagne's expression remained unchanged, but his gaze was slightly condensed, and at this time, Luo Lan smiled, he pointed to the collar of the former, and said, "President Charlemagne, you forgot to button the collar." ”

Charlemagne subconsciously raised his hand. But halfway through, there was a slight pause. There was a glint in his eyes, and then he quickly pulled his collar a little wider. laughed and said, "Haha, Bishop of Landiston, you noble people may not be used to my rude dress, I'll go, haha......"

After Charlemagne walked out of the door, he seemed to think of something, suddenly turned around and yelled at the door, "I am deputy." ”

Luo Lan sat quietly in his chair and did not move, there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

This person is not simple.

When Charlemagne walked out into the street, his rough and wild appearance was gone, and his eyes became quite shrewd.

A mercenary guarding the door greeted him and said, "My lord, how are you talking?"

Charlemagne snorted and said, "Awesome, awesome." He suddenly lowered his voice and said with a very solemn expression: "Pass the order, if it is not necessary, try not to provoke this person and his circle of influence." ”

The mercenary was taken aback, and then said unconvinced: "Is this so powerful?"

Charlemagne rubbed his huge nose, laughed loudly, and said: "Boy, don't be unconvinced, there are many people on the mainland who can't be provoked, and today we were unlucky, so we ran into one, go, go back to the station!"

The mercenary guild's station was in the civilian area, which looked simple and messy, and after Charlemagne returned here, a man in black hurriedly came to him and whispered, "President, we are back." "So fast?" Charlemagne was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Is that done?"

The man in black lowered his head and said, "Report to the president, we have successfully captured three people, and we are currently tracking down the fourth target, and soon, we will be able to ...... soon"

"The fourth?" Charlemagne thought for a moment and said with some dissatisfaction: "Why, can't you even catch a little girl?"

The man in black lowered his head and said, "Originally, we had succeeded, but we were stopped by a mage from the Mage Guild on the way......

Charlemagne took a dig in his nostrils, then wiped his knees, his eyes widened, and said, "Murder?"

"No, the man in black shook his head and said in a low voice: "This mage is not weak, so we don't have ......"

"You stupid pigs!"

The man in black felt Charlemagne's spit spraying on his face, and immediately became wet, he stood there embarrassed, and then took out a piece of parchment, but instead of wiping his face, he handed it to Charlemagne, and said, "But we found this ......"

Charlemagne kicked the man in black and scolded, "Don't you kid know that I can't read?"

"Yes, yes," the man in black got up and quickly explained, "This parchment was found in the woods, and the names written on it are all from the church, and we have learned that the two brothers and sisters seem to have come here to find someone, and it should be one of these people, so please rest assured, we will definitely be able to catch them." Charlemagne sighed and said, "It's okay to have a clue, remember, if you can't do it, I'll screw your heads off your necks one by one." ”

The man in black hurriedly bowed down and said, "Yes, President." ”

Charlemagne touched his chin, his eyes narrowed, and he said thoughtfully, "Wait, what are you calling me?"

......