Under the watchful eyes of the priest Moses and the black-clad monks, Bertha Verlin could no longer deceive the oath she had taken in the name of the god of light, and chose to confess without resisting the pressure.

Priest Veblen stared at her in amazement, for this old colleague, who was younger than him and had better prospects and development than him, Priest Veblen had never minded her solitude. The old priests preferred that they were as cold as the priestess of Bertha than the clergy who sought power.

But now, the frosty Bertha Verling has a dejected and apprehensive face, revealing in front of everyone that she has hidden part of the truth in the Eater of Souls incident because of her vanity.

"Priest Veblen, I think it is time to give Priest Bertha a little personal space, what do you think?"

It was Moses who reacted the quickest and took control of the situation immediately.

Veblen nodded, meaning that today's inquiry had to be suspended. Priest Veblen took Liu Ci and the Marquis of Strave to leave the room on their own initiative, and in order to avoid suspicion, the three of them waited at the exit of the corridor away from the room.

The building was covered with winding corridors, and from time to time, black-clothed monks appeared from different corners, indifferently passing by Liu Ci and the others. They were the ascetics of the Holy See, not the folks of Amster's tavern, who would not serve roast meat and bread, let alone delicious hot tea.

Liu Ci stood in place, and the wind from the Holy Land Harbor was squeezed through the narrow corridor, and the power became quite amazing. If she had been a weak magician, she might have shivered from the cold.

Simply, she is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and the ordinary cold and heat can be resisted, but the silent waiting without talking is very torturous, and there are black-clothed monks haunting, Liu Ci simply closed his eyes and recuperated.

It took about two hours for the closed door to open again.

The black-clad monk was the first to step out, his unsmiling face looking even more stern. The priestess Moses was preoccupied, but the priestess Bertha, who followed last, turned pale.

There were still clear traces of water on the collar that had not yet dried, indicating that the priestess Bertha must have had a sweaty experience.

"The missing memory is a bit troublesome and may not be solved today, but until the priestess Bertha recovers her memory and confirms everything Miss Liu Ci said, I suggest that Miss Liu Ci and Mr. Marquis stay for the time being."

Priest Moses said, he looked at the old priest Veblen, and it seemed to be discussed, but his tone was unmistakably affirmative.

Liu Ci was noncommittal, she had slept in the barren mountains and mountains of the Moloch Mountains, and it was not unacceptable for a house where ascetics gathered.

Staying in such a depressing room, no, the whole diocese of Port Santa was very oppressive for her. Liu Ci really wanted to deal with this mess and hurry back to free Amster.

She missed her manor, the conscientious old butler James, and the chirping young maids in the manor...... The troublesome trip to the Holy Land Port was a disaster caused by this heartthrob aristocrat around him, and Liu Ci couldn't help but glance at the Marquis of Strave.

"Then you two can stay here for the time being. Whatever is the matter, you shall say it, and since you have made an oath in the name of God, you cannot deceive...... The Holy See will not embarrass an innocent person, whether he is a nobleman or a commoner! ”

Priest Veblen confessed to the two, and Liu Ci felt that the old man's words were comforting her. Liu Ci is still very grateful for the care of this upright old priest all the way.

"Thank you for your concern."

The black-clothed monk sent Priest Veblen out, and Liu Ci squeezed out a helpless smile at Priest Moses. Veblen's temper was clearly that he didn't trust Moses' priest justice during the conversation, and Liu Ci didn't want an upright old man to open his mouth to offend people.

Moses obviously knew the old priest's temper quite well, and he didn't care too much about waving his hand, signaling Liu Ci not to take it to heart.

The priest of Moses and the black-clothed monk who returned talked in a low voice, and also left, leaving only Liu Ci and the four in the corridor.

The black-clothed monk was always expressionless, Liu Ci was patient, the priestess Bertha was as white as paper and in a trance, and the Marquis of Stleiff had a flickering look in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Under the guidance of the black-clad monk, the three were placed in three small rooms. I don't know if it's deliberate or not, but the rooms of the three are very close to where Edward Wren lives.

Through the narrow window, you can see the opposite room, separated by a patio less than ten meters square, planted with twilight flowers.

This flower grows only in the cold plains, and quietly blooms in the night of the crystal snowfield, the petals are white and beautiful, and the shape of the flower is like a bell, and it is wrapped in a small marble-like flower seed. The wind blows, and the seeds hit each other inside the bells, making a pleasant natural sound.

The Holy See believes that the habits of the Dusk bell flower are noble, beautiful and low-key and never show off to the world, so the Holy See highly respects this flower that grows like the Diocese of the Holy Port, and it appears together with olive wood in various documents and architectural paintings of the Holy See, and is a very familiar image to believers in the Bright Continent.

This flower, which originally spread across the vast territory of the Holy Land Harbor, began to wither on a large scale for no apparent reason more than a thousand years ago. The Holy See believed that this was a divine decree and eventually launched an expulsion to destroy the dark creatures.

The Dark Mage was also classified in the category of Dark Creatures, and the Holy See united with other forces on the continent to force the Dark Mage to flee overseas, and after thousands of years of recuperation, the Dark Council once again revealed its traces in the Bright Continent.

In the epic battle between light and darkness, the Holy See has won, but the large-scale withered dusk bell flower has become an endangered species. In today's Holy Land Port, it can only be seen in very few places, and at this time, they are lush and growing outside the window of Liu Ci's room.

If you open the window, you can see the plant that can be found everywhere in the painted murals, but Liu Ci did not do that.

Her room was centered among the three, window to window from Edward Wren's. The imposing archbishop was now opening the window of his room, looking at the twilight flowers in the courtyard and pondering.

He was neither anxious nor agitated.

Ten meters away, there were three witnesses, two of the most crucial, closely related to his future and life. Edward Wren was not at all out of the ordinary.

This kind of person is either really good and has a clear conscience. Either that, they are the worst offenders, and they can be calm and calm no matter how dangerous they are in.

Liu Ci wasn't sure what kind of person he was, and through the foggy window, she couldn't help but secretly observe the archbishop opposite.

The confidence and grace that emanates from the bones envelop this man. Although the face is wrinkled, the contour is especially there, and a pair of eyes are the finishing touch in the facial features, which not only has vitality, but also a calm atmosphere after years of precipitation. Edward Wren did not have the "compassionate" temperament of a high-ranking clergyman, he stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, not only did he not look like a suspect whose personal freedom was restricted, but like a powerful lord of the country, stealing a moment of leisure in the busy official business, and relaxing his body and mind by admiring the beautiful view of the courtyard.

Relaxed, relaxed...... Is he really not worried at all?

Liu Ci couldn't figure it out. At least she was a little apprehensive now. The priestess of Bertha, who was worried about the next room, would recall the part of the memory that was taken away by Jenny, thanks to the efforts of the Holy See.

For Edward Wren, that could have been a fatal blow, but wasn't it a big hassle for Liu Ci?

When she testified, she also told a lot of lies. When Priestess Bertha remembers what happened in the underground cave under the artificial lake of the Academy of Magic, Liu Ci's credibility will also be questioned. Associated with dark creatures and black magic, even the archbishop can be imprisoned for months, and Liu Ci doesn't think he will be an exception.

However, she did her best to help Jenny, and there would be no lack of mood, whether it was because it was conducive to cultivation or Liu Ci's temperament, she did not regret that when facing the priest of Moses, she pointed out that Jenny was the predecessor of the Eater of Souls, and quietly implemented the accusation of Edward Wren.

There are already too many injustices in this world, and she doesn't have the energy to govern justice. She is not her sister Liu Ziyuan, she has grown up according to the standards of the Liu family's letter daughter, and kindness has been engraved into her bones...... She is just Liu Ci, who is not a weapon, has seen Jenny's misery, and heard about Edward Wren's scenery, this "unfair" gap makes her feel like swallowing flies, and she has to take care of it.

Liu Ci thought too much, maybe her burning gaze was also felt by Edward Wren through the glass window, and the person opposite suddenly raised his head and cast his gaze.

Liu Ci held his breath.

There were two slight noises coming from the next window.

It turned out that the Marquis of Strave and the priestess Bertha were also secretly observing the opposite side, and the bishop who had experienced the legend in the mouth of the bard, not only Liu Ci was curious about him. As soon as the bishop looked up, all three thought that the other was looking at him, so the marquis and the priestess hurriedly closed the gap in the window.

Liu Ci didn't open the window, but she had an intuition that although the other party's gaze was like a flash, for a moment, it did fall on her, and locked her through the hazy glass window.

Liu Ci frowned and pulled the curtains casually.

The thick black cloth immediately obscured the light, blocking out all light and prying eyes.

Where the ascetics lived, the material requirements could not be too high, and the dinner was water and bread, and the rough taste of the hard Bangbang made Liu Ci stuff some food indiscriminately. Can't go in and out of the lotus pond space at will, and can't practice with courage, Liu Ci slept on a hardwood bed tossing and turning.

In the middle of the night, she heard the soft sound of the next window.

Liu Ci suddenly came to his senses.

In the dead of night, it's a good time to sneak around, but who of her two neighbors can't bear the loneliness and leave their room?