In a remote tavern in the east of the Sal Holy City on the Western Continent, there was only an unkempt man sitting at the table in the corner of the empty tavern, and it could be seen from the dagger in his hand that the man was a little impatient, but he was willing to wait, why didn't he wait for more than ten years?

Finally, after a third beer, the figure stepped into the tavern to make sure it was safe in the tavern, and Dahl, who had taken off his cloak, revealed his trademark blonde curls, and then slowly walked up to the man.

"I was stalked by the Parliament's Eagle Dog, and it took me some time to get rid of it"

"It's okay, compared to that, the message is correct?"

"Naturally, I watched him meet with the Pope with my own eyes, and although I don't know what they ended up saying, judging by his last expression, there is no doubt that they reached some kind of agreement"

Dahl smiled harmlessly as his usual face, but anyone could feel his mania.

"This saves us effort, and the council is calm, and only a small shrimp was hooked in such a provocation last time."

"But I'm curious, he didn't find you?"

Dahl's smile began to grow grim, looking a little grim and terrifying.

"Do you remember how many slices of bread you ate? How can they, the nobles who are high above, remember how many enemies they have?"

"It's just a matter of time, one day our revenge will be complete"

"Then I'll see"

The man got up to leave, and as if remembering something again, Echo casually threw a few silver coins at the counter, and some rolled under the bar with a muffled thud.

"Checkout"

However, a body beneath the bar, which had long since lost its temperature, would not answer him.

And when one of the hapless bastard names dies in Drifting Snow, frozen to slag by the deadly cold and blizzard, the Eastern Front and nearby towns are at peace.

Even the walking corpses of Xiaobo no longer appeared, and some people even observed the walking corpses everywhere as if they had received some call, heading towards the center of the Imperial Wasteland.

Hart received Leo's tip-off, but he did not let his guard down, this is a kind of restraint of strength, and when the other party feels that he really has confidence, the eastern front may usher in a wave of deadly counterattack

And in the far western continent, although the energy of the Frost Hammer was exhausted, and even the system itself was seriously damaged, when it was reported to the council, although they were angry, they did not do anything to Augustus, after all, the family forces behind him were not vegetarians.

It's more of a jealousy, the "gods" of the Holy Light Cult who are obviously dead seem to have cheated their corpses, and the Council has sent warlocks to investigate and take samples many times, no matter how they analyze the energy that is still escaping around the frost core, it shows that it is the Holy Light, pure Holy Light, far from being inferior to the kind of inferior goods that the Holy Light Cultists transform with their own power.

Compared to the fact that the "gods" of the Holy Light Sect might still be alive, what made them even more jealous was that the people of the Eastern Continent suspected that they had mastered some kind of powerful attack method, and it was even enough to destroy the Frost Hammer through an energy node the size of a sesame mung bean.

"Maybe we should plan ahead and strike at those barbarians"

"Can a barbarian damage an ancient artifact across the Endless Sea?"

"This...."

"So what should we do?"

One lawmaker raised his own doubts, apparently not here to engage in such an unproductive topic.

"Each of the ten seats has an ancient artifact in their hands, and only three are aggressive, and now that we have lost the Frost Hammer, although only temporarily, at least I don't think we should spend too much power on an ethereal opponent recently."

"Dongdalu is not an opponent, so who is our opponent?"

No one answered him, and the councillor, who realized that he had lost his words, thought of the possibility of some kind of circulation, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Leave the Eastern Continent alone for the time being, who knows how much threat it will pose to the enemy in the Eastern Continent who doesn't even know its identity under the heavy cuts of the Endless Sea? You all know what's there and what's buried there, and even if we can successfully get the other side to pay everything, we can't destroy the other party's guarantee, and if we anger the other side, it's hard to guarantee that we will ..... next."

The speaker paused, and in the end the reason for not being put on the table was still not spoken, and the chief of the council, Garland, for the first time had his opinion on such a matter, and finally set the tone of the council.

"There has been an unstable trend recently, so let's focus on it first"

Everyone knew what that so-called unstable movement was, the Church had ruled the land for a hundred years, and the Council had taken some of its power, while the Church and the Pope were still a sword hanging over the heads of the people, and could liquidate them at any moment for those who disagreed.

When the Western Continent quarreled over Leo's false shot, the Drifting Snow City side also ushered in a lot of trouble, so far, the Shadow Sect seemed to know about the Holy Dragon Order, but it didn't say anything at all.

Maybe it's because they really don't look down on the land of Iron that is clearly not suitable for missions, or maybe the clan above Mange is worried that the people who go out of their own family will implicate themselves, and they deliberately cover it up, unlike the original-for-tat of the Holy Light Sect, the Shadow Sect has always seemed to be very stable until today.

Early in the morning, before the sunlight could penetrate the thick winter clouds, a large group of black-robed figures appeared outside the city gate, the guards were ready for battle, and even the heavy artillery had been moved to the city wall, ready to give them a big firework at any time.

However, these cultists holding high the banner of the Shadow Cult had no intention of fighting, and they did not even bring a weapon, but just stayed quietly outside the city gate, waiting for some lord who was still sleeping to get up and summon them.

Of course, everyone else surrounded the city gates, and it was naturally impossible for Leo to lie on the bed and sleep peacefully, but when he finished washing up and even had a leisurely breakfast, he summoned the archbishop sent by the Shadow Sect.

But the other party said that he was just a messenger, and he seemed very respectful, sending an archbishop, such a battle just to deliver a letter? Leo opened the wax seal with suspicion.

"Honorable Grand Duke of the Northland, or the Great Calend, I hope that you will forgive some of the unreasonable acts of the former unscrupulous Christians, and we sincerely hope for your help, and we are eager to welcome back our Saint May, for the specific reasons of which we hope to meet with you" – Bishop of the Abyss, Semoa

Leo couldn't help but gasp a few times, no wonder the archbishop can only be a messenger, this is actually a letter from the biggest administrator of the Shadow Sect now.

But one thing that Leo can't understand in the letter is that Maye is a saint?