Not long after Count Hoffman was killed, the Dark Speaker received the news, and a sharp and strange tone kept resounding in the small building: "The Church of Light actually knows that it has sent an undercover agent to us, and things are getting more and more interesting!"

When a team of heavily armed Church of Light priests, led by several white bishops, stormed into the building, it was already empty. Since he knew that Count Hoffman was a traitor, it was naturally impossible for the Dark Speaker to obediently stay where he was and be approached by the Church of Light.

All that was left for the bishops who led the group was a letter from the Dark Speaker. "Dear White Dog, when you read this letter, you probably were still busy in vain! No way, being able to think of sending spies to lurk is probably already the upper limit of your IQ, and it is impossible to catch us. But...... But if you want to continue playing this cat-and-mouse game, guess where I'm going to be next?"

Seeing this letter, which was as vitriolic as it could be, the faces of several white-clad bishops turned pale, and they were ridiculed by evil heretics, which was simply a stain on their lives. Failure to identify these dark mages will not only be a blow to their reputation, but also a threat to the safety of the Church and the Holy City.

"Damn! These bedbugs in the gutter dare to be so arrogant in the Holy City of Light, it's unforgivable!" a thin white cardinal clutched the letter tightly, the muscles on his face twitching and twisting, completely devoid of his usual grace and indifference. Obviously, he was already angry, and he didn't care about the image in front of his subordinates at all.

"Bishop Clyde, don't damage the letter, we're going to send it to His Majesty the Pope!" an elderly bishop reminded in a deep voice.

The slender Bishop Clyde hatefully flattened the letter in his hand and handed it to a knight of light behind him, and walked up and down the aisles of the small building with a sigh of anger, asking incessantly, "Where do you say these black rats are hiding, and how do they know that Count Hoffmann is one of our men?"

A very calm and magnetic voice came from beside him: "Count Hoffman must have been found when he handed over the note, which shows that the dark mages are very cautious and have been tracking Count Hoffman, and when Hoffman was exposed, he was immediately killed." ”

Bishop Clyde glanced at Bishop Leslie, a very young bishop whose handsome appearance and tall figure made him much loved by the female faithful, and it was for this reason that he became the youngest white bishop in the history of the church.

Swept away Bishop Leslie with jealousy, but Clyde had to admit that he had a point.

"And where are they hiding?" asked Bishop Clyde again.

Bishop Leslie shrugged his shoulders very handsomely, pouted and said, "It's hard to say, they must have an internal response in the Holy City, and they have already prepared a safe house or something, otherwise they wouldn't have withdrawn so simply." ”

"How is this possible!" Bishop Clyde seemed to grasp Leslie's words, and jumped to his feet to accuse: "You are guessing for no reason, the Holy City is full of the most devout believers in the God of Light, how can you give those black rats an internal response! Your speculation is simply an insult to the believers!"

The old white cardinal stopped Clyde's accusation with a thoughtful expression: "No, Bishop Clyde, don't get excited, I think Bishop Leslie is right, they must have an internal response in the Holy City! Otherwise, it would not be possible to hide it so well!"

"Teacher Dom, how can you help him say such things, the believers in the Holy City are all screened by faith, there can be no problem!" Clyde looked at his teacher, Bishop Dom, in disbelief.

"Don't get excited, Bishop Clyde, I didn't say that the faithful are not firm or religious, but don't forget that for this papal coronation, there are too many outsiders in the Holy City, and it is very likely that there are people from the Dark Council hidden among them. Take the Kingdom of Sova as an example, if it weren't for Count Hoffman, we wouldn't have found that the Dark Council's infiltration of the Kingdom of Sova has been so alarming, so does the Dark Council also infiltrate other countries? Then what countries are inclined to the Dark Council? The answer may be terrifying!" Bishop Leslie's handsome face was a haze, and his words made Bishop Clyde shudder after hearing it.

Bishop Dom nodded slightly, agreeing with Leslie's words, and added, "If you judge by the standard of either friend or foe, I am afraid that most of the countries on the continent are likely to support the Dark Council more than our Church of Light!"

"This ...... How is this possible?!" Bishop Clyde felt that the three views were being tested in his eyes.

"Human nature tends to the light, and this is the basis for the Church of Light to stand for thousands of years. But now that you tell me that most of the nations support the Dark Council, would they all rather hide in the gutter all day?"

"No, Bishop Clyde, don't forget, that while it is human nature to be inclined to the light, as a nation, only interests can move them. May the Light guide your path is not at all able to impress the politicians, far less realistic than the lure of the Council of Darkness. Bishop Leslie's words were a little difficult for Bishop Clyde, who had never left the Holy City of Light and had only known to praise the God of Light all his life.

Glancing at Bishop Dom, Leslie and the others streamed out of the small building, leaving Bishop Clyde, who was still pondering, standing there alone in a daze. Those who can't even figure it out and can't take on the responsibility of fighting the Dark Council, it's all up to Bishop Clyde to understand it himself.

Although I guessed that the Dark Speaker must still be in this embassy area, but now there are as many as dozens of national missions in the embassy area, it is impossible for them to search one by one, the only thing they can do is to tightly seal off the roads in the embassy area, and at the same time report the information of this investigation to His Majesty the Pope.

Bishop Dom trembled and took out a magical communication gem from his bosom and sent the letter and information to the Pope in the form of magical communication. This kind of magic communication gem is extremely valuable, even the rich Paris Empire cannot use it at will, but in the Sect of Light, it has been popularized into the hands of the white cardinal, which also shows the richness of resources in the Sect of Light and the profound heritage of the Church of Light from another aspect.