"I just wanted to make a deal with you. Julian held the holy sword in one hand and said.

"Trade, don't lie to me!"

I don't know whether it was stimulated by the scene of Julian holding the "Eternal Victory" again, or because his vision was obscured and he felt the crisis, Prince Harlan shouted, took two steps back, and at the same time held the scabbard in his hand, drew his sword with a "bang", and slashed it in the direction where Julian was standing without hesitation.

In the sour tingling sensation caused by the violent collision, Prince Harlan knew that he and Julian had fought a sword, but instead of the crisp metal clash of swords and soldiers in the usual impression, he heard a hoarse howl like a wail.

The prince's sword, not to mention that it had to compete with the legendary holy sword, did not even have the qualifications to look up, and before it touched the body of the holy sword, it was only broken in two by the golden light that surrounded it, and it was broken in two between weeping and wailing.

And the light that the Holy Sword had accumulated for a long time was also reined in after this short catharsis. The golden light that filled the entire underground armory was gathered around the sword body, and the dust particles of the golden light formed a swirl shape, rotating around the sword body in a regular manner.

Although the scorching sword body was still not an existence that Prince Harlan could look at directly, the visual conditions at this time were much better than just now. The prince gasped, his nervousness calmed down, and he looked at the broken sword in his hand, and realized that his actions had been completely futile, and if Julian had tried to kill him, he would have been dead.

"Well, what do you want to trade with me?" Prince Harlan, who had calmed down, returned to the original topic between the two.

Julian didn't answer immediately, he took two steps closer and inserted "Eternal Victory" into the now-vacant scabbard that hung from Prince Harun's waist. The vortex of the golden light microns and the powerful pressure that pressed people so much that they could breathe instantly disappeared into the invisible. The prince put down the broken sword in his hand and cautiously reached for the hilt of the sword, which was exposed beyond the scabbard.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Sword's "Eternal Victory" was as tame as a pet dog with the same repulsive resistance he had when he forcibly held the sword twice.

"I have investigated the Sealand royal family and the situation concerning you before I came, Your Highness Harlan. Julian said, "Although you have been canonized as crown prince, your position is not secure, and there are at least four of the princes who have the strength to challenge your crown princeship." ”

"So what?" asked Prince Harlan in a stiff tone.

"I wonder why you're obsessed with finding a legendary sword, because you have a great sense of crisis about your crown princeship, and you don't have enough time to resolve it. There may be a bigger goal in your mind than becoming the king of a country, but becoming the king of Sealand should be the first step towards this goal. Therefore, as long as you have obtained the holy sword 'Eternal Victory', which symbolizes the origin and history of the Kingdom of Sealand, this seemingly ethereal and misty road is the fastest shortcut to the throne. Julian analyzed.

Hearing Julian say this, Prince Harlan first paused, and then smiled dumbly: "Hahahaha...... I thought you were amazing, but you were just a stupid donkey!"

"Whether I'm a stupid donkey or really self-righteous. One thing is true: you need the Holy Sword!"

The prince immediately put away his smile, he reached out again and touched the hilt of the holy sword, and stared at Julian with a questioning expression: "I don't believe that you will return the holy sword to me so lightly." ”

"Of course not. When did I say I'd give you the Holy Sword?" Julian said-for-tat, "Don't forget, it wasn't me who took the Holy Sword, but the Holy Sword's 'Eternal Victory' who chose me as its master. It will never belong to you!"

"Then you're talking nonsense!" Julian's words struck Prince Harlan in the sore spot again, and the prince glared at Julian fiercely.

"But I can make you the master of the Holy Sword in front of everyone but me. As long as I make the magic sword a little more powerful, I will force 'Eternal Victory' to accept you. Julian said confidently.

The chief judge followed the child into the carpenter's shop in the front and back of the house, and met the child's father, a thin carpenter who appeared to be older than he was.

The carpenter did not communicate with Sixtus in any way, but only silently moved a dilapidated cabinet in the room. Then, a tunnel appeared in front of Sixtus. Then, a man of the same shape as Sixtus, and wearing a robe of the same color and style, came out of the tunnel and sat down with the carpenter at the most obvious window.

The experienced Sixtus knew that both men would always be sitting in that place until he returned. Sixtus shook his head and stepped into the tunnel.

Passing through a narrow wooden staircase that only accommodated one person, Sixtus made his way to a hidden basement amid a crumbling "Iyi-ya-yah". The basement is not spacious, but the giant map of Olopa hanging on the wall stands out in the light of the kerosene lamp. In front of the map stood a thin man, standing with his back to Sixtus, looking at the map earnestly, coughing from time to time.

Sensing someone coming, the man turned around.

"Why wasn't I surprised to see you alive?" said Sixtus.

Before seeing the man's appearance, just by his trademark coughing sound, Sixtus knew that this person was Mukasha, who had been struck to death by divine thunder in the chapel not long ago. Theoretically, it is impossible for a corpse that has been burned to twisted charcoal and can no longer be transformed into a living person standing in front of him.

"It's a secret art of living connection. Mukasha replied to Sixtus's question, "In short, connect me to the lives of another person, and if one of them is mortally attacked, the two will immediately swap their lives, no matter how far apart they are, even if they are in an enchantment that you think can completely isolate them from outside magic." ”

"Cut!" said to the left of the door. Sixtus snorted coldly.

"Hehe, Your Excellency the Chief Judge, it's impossible to be interested in the magic of this kind of carving insect technique, but as long as you can fool the eyes and ears of the 'purifier', it's good magic, isn't it?"

"Of the 'purifier' agents who came to spy on me, I have already found one person, but I don't know how many more agents I can't find. ”

"So, Your Excellency the Chief Judge is in your chapel, and you put on a good show of no compromise, ahem, ahem...... You have told the spies who are spying on you, the former chief inquisitor of the Inquisition, that they will never have anything to do with our Truth Society. ”

"Your calculations are too precise, and you even calculated the location and timing of my burial. ”

Sixtus is referring to a stone slab that he dug up in the dirt while digging in the backyard of the chapel to bury the body, apparently someone had buried it beforehand, and that an axe was carved into the slab that was exactly the same as the one carved on the board in front of the carpenter's shop. It was a clue left by Mukasha, and Sixtus had escaped to find the secret junction.

"So, ahem...... I just said, I understand the chief judge and the chief cabinet officer, you will not sit idly by and watch everything you deserve to be taken away. cough cough cough cough ......"

"Don't be presumptuous. As I said before, the papal throne has long been lost and remains the same. The reason why I cooperate with you is simply that there is a common enemy between me and you. In any case, I must not allow the 'Purifiers' to continue their misdeeds and destroy the Central Church. ”

"Of course. ”

"Then you must also keep your promise to remove all the hidden forces of the Truth Society from the view of the Central Church after bringing down the 'Purifiers' and the cardinal behind them. ”

"Never break your word. Mukasha readily agreed.

"Humph!" Ssixtus sneered. He walked forward, past Mukasha, and made a beeline for the large map.

Touching the hilt of the sword again, although he felt that the holy sword resembled a tame pet dog, the essence was a fierce monster.

"Exchanging benefits with each other and taking what they need is called a transaction. What do you want from me to take the throne?" asked Prince Harun.

"What I think is simple. Julian picked up the broken sword from the ground and placed it in his hand to examine it.

After a while, Julian finally stated his conditions:

"Let me join the Society of Truth. ”