Since there was no way to get the code message on the wall directly from the system, Charles could only sit down on the spot, take out a paper and pen, and carefully depict the female drow elf patterns on the wall one by one in order, and when he returned, he consulted the file and relied on himself to translate it.

An hour later, Charles walked out of Gisyangji Base City.

Returning to the temple without any hindrance, the charr undisguised himself and reverted to the form of the dark priest Ron with the relics, wearing a cloak and walking steadily through the apse corridor under the fearful and respectful gaze of the dark cultists.

Bedroom doorway.

The Earl of Silverhorn and the Blighter are waiting here. The Transfiguration Warlock's face was gloomy, and there was anger hidden between his eyebrows, and it was obvious that he had been waiting for a while, and he was in a very unhappy mood.

Alyssa the Blighter was calm, her white face covered by a veil of shadows, revealing only a pair of grayish-white, indifferent and ruthless eyes.

"Lord Ron......"

Seeing the appearance of the dark priest returning leisurely, the Earl of Silverhorn was in a worse mood, and almost shouted, "I've been waiting here since early in the morning!" ”

"Oh, I'm sorry for that." The cloaked priest leaned over unhurriedly and apologized, with a cold smile in his words, "I'm interested in this half-plane, so I went out for a walk. Priest Isaac asked me to come over and help, I don't think I would mind walking around in his courtyard, right? ”

Hearing Isaac's name, the anger on the Transfiguration Warlock's face subsided slightly. He furrowed his brows, stared coldly at the foreign priest, and said, "Lord Isaac is summoning us, please come with me to the communication room to listen." ”

With that, the Earl of Silverhorn turned and walked ahead.

"You shouldn't have left the bedroom." Alyssa glanced faintly. After saying a word, he set off.

The Charles stood on the silent promenade of the temple. Squinted at the backs of the two heroic professionals. After a second or two, he followed.

It is said to be a communication room, but in fact it is just a very inconspicuous hut hidden in the apse, covered with verdant vines.

The furnishings of the room are also extremely simple, except for the dark red wooden table in the center, there is no furniture.

Of course, there was a rune stone on the table that was several times larger than the communication stone, and the surface was carved with intricate golden rune lines. Even if a novice player is here, he can tell at a glance that this is a treasure.

When Charles entered the room, the rune stone on the table was already active, the Silverhorn Count and the Blighted One stood in front of the table, and a moving image of a dark priest wearing a purple-rimmed black robe and a face covered with a mask of fear was floating above the stone, like a ghost.

"Illusion treasures?"

The image can only be the effect of an illusion spell. Charles stared at Isaac's true image, and there was only a look of calm in his eyes.

In terms of identity and strength, Ron the Dark Priestess is an equal to Isaac. Ron though he lost his temple. But as long as people are still there, they can make a comeback after a period of accumulation. So. Charles, who knows this, completely puts himself into the role of "Ron".

"Ron."

"Isaac."

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, first Isaac said hello lightly, and "Ron" also responded.

"Exact information, the Purple Dragon Legion and the War Mage Legion have officially launched a crusade against our pirate fleet last night." Isaac didn't look at his old friend "Ron" suspiciously, and after dispelling his suspicions, he didn't pay much attention to "Ron's" suspicions.

What's more, the altar ceremony has entered a critical moment, and Isaac thinks that it is impossible to divide his energy to investigate the superfluous incidents. He's been fully engaged in a project he's been preparing for decades.

"There are wise men in the Susar royal family, and Shavar and Karadenai are not ordinary people, I think they will soon be able to track down this half-dimensional ...... by the lamp bearer."

Isaac's tone was flat, his gaze swept over the three people in front of the table, and continued: "The existence of the half-plane may be completely exposed in the next day or two. ”

"At that time, that group of guys will definitely attack the half-plane in a big way, and it will take at least a day and a half to prepare for the ceremony on my side, just in case, the three of you, each leading a team of hundred Templar Knights, leave the half-plane, and descend to Susar, creating as much disturbance as possible, so that those people will be embarrassed......"

For at least a few tens of seconds, there was only Isaac's voice in the stone house.

Charles, at least on the surface, remained calm.

And Isaac's die-hard loyalist, the Transfiguration Warlock, was already flushed with excitement when he heard the end, and he half-knelt down and lowered his head, and said categorically: "Lord Isaac, I will definitely let the Templars show their swords and give Susar's flock of lambs a good lesson called 'Blood and Cruelty'." “

"I've given everything I have, including my life, Isaac." The Blighter's reaction was even colder than Charles's, and his tone was unwavering, "I hope you can return my clan's holy relics when you fulfill your dream." ”

"Elisa, I am a follower of the Dark King Bane, not a follower of Shirek, the Prince of Lies." Isaac responded.

"Relic?" Charles' eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but glance at the silver-haired fallen druid.

Isaac continued to lay out the tasks of the three men in detail, but Charles didn't have the heart to listen.

Isaac had a rough guess in his mind.

The large-scale summoning ritual can't be hidden for long, and it is impossible for the half-plane to escape the serious search of a legendary warlock, in this case, in order to succeed in the ceremony, the temple can only cut off unnecessary things and ensure the plan.

To put it simply, the three heroic professionals here, including Charles disguised with [Musk's shadow brooch], are all outcasts. And those three hundred elite Templar Knights are not even outcasts, they are just a group of dead soldiers who have been raised and left to finally have a use.

The Earl of Silverhorn understood.

The withered understand.

The dark priestess "Ron" also understood.

As a die-hard loyalist, and a withered person who has been pinched by Isaac, he can leave the temple and lead a hundred knights to die fearlessly, but he is an alien wandering priest, and there is no reason for such a service.

In the end, as Charles had thought, Isaac let Count Silverhorn and the Blight leave the house first, leaving Charles alone.

"Ron......

The image of the priest floating above the illusion treasure, looking deeply at the pretender below, spoke, "I give you the fragment of the holy sword Durandal, in exchange, you must serve me with all your heart. ”

"I know that Susar's group of professionals can't really kill you. Because you are a dark priest who has grasped the meaning of death. ”

Holy Sword Durandal? (To be continued......)