In the large log cabin of the East Valley Lumber Yard, Father Wendthor sat at the head of a long wooden table on the first floor, and seven aliens of different appearances sat around on either side. In addition to the first three sons of the forest and the succubus, three more solitary aliens arrived.

"They're still going deeper into the forest, and they're out of my senses!" said the Children of the Forest, hidden under a black robe.

"Looks like there's a master among them!" said a red-skinned alien with a somewhat solemn face.

"Without a master, how could our target go deep into the forest with a large group of burdens?" the succubus smiled, as if he could never guess the true emotions of their race.

With his fingers crossed and his chin on the back of his hand, Wendthor was silent, quietly watching the interracial conversation. There are not many lumberjacks left in the lumberyard at this moment, and most of the remaining lumberjacks have fled back to the countryside, except for the werewolves who once were. Only a few remained in the lumber yard camp to watch the situation.

The Holy Knights were heavily armed and guarded around the perimeter of the large wooden house, keeping watch at all times.

The priest pondered for a long time before slowly standing up, "Ladies and gentlemen, I don't think anyone would want to venture into the forest now, right?" said Wendsol, glancing at the three sons of the forest with a smile.

When the three of them first arrived at the lumberyard, they were very dismissive of Bahrain, a rookie arcanist who had just advanced in the bounty.

The three of them, whose whole bodies were hidden in black burqas, were silent, and their heads were covered by hoods, and there was no expression on their faces that could be seen.

"Whatever the real situation is, our current goal is not something that our current forces can deal with!" Windthor slowly paced around the long wooden table, "There are only three real situations: either our target has a strong man around him, or our target has an unknown killer weapon that can support them deep into the jungle, or he has some way to avoid the powerful elemental beasts. But he can lead people to avoid it, we can't!"

Only a fool in this world would think that everyone else is a fool, and all the aliens present nodded. This is the most natural inference!

"Your Excellency Father, when will the Bishop's reinforcements arrive?" asked an alien urn with a whole body as if it were made of rock!

"Five days if it's fast, seven days if it's slow, reinforcements will arrive!" Wendsol smiled confidently: "The water in here may be very deep, and when the time comes, we will gather a large group of strong men and press them over with the momentum of thunder." No matter how many intrigues he has, crush them all!"

Wendthor and others in the lumberyard were still anxiously waiting for reinforcements from the Holy See, while the atmosphere at Earl George Castle in Talon County had become a little strange in recent days.

"Sir, Father Piercius has once again sent the Holy Knight to meet you. It seems that the Holy See's patience is running out!" the butler wore a black tuxedo, and the hard lining inside the white shirt made him look a little older.

"These damn vampires!" Count George rubbed his somewhat unkempt hair, for several days he had not cared about the etiquette of the nobles: "The gods of heaven have become more and more greedy in recent years! keep dragging it on......"

"Hey......" The butler sighed slightly, his cheeks trembled a few times, as if he was considering the words, and only after a moment did he say cautiously: "My lord, I have some suggestions, I don't know if you are willing to listen to them at this moment?"

"Mr. Carson, what else can't be said between you and me?" Earl George nodded, motioning for his butler to continue.

"This time, the Holy See is really going to make a big move, the East Valley Lumber Yard is controlled by werewolves, and there is also a collusion with the arcanists who are on the run. After all, the lumberyard is also under the jurisdiction of the county, and we can't escape the blame when it comes to real accountability. In this sensitive period, we really don't fit to raise the bar with the Holy See!" Carson said very seriously, bowing slightly.

"Of course I do! Of course I do......" Count George repeated twice: "Mr. Carson, you know my situation very well! I am also an Awakened One, but I am afraid of the obscenity of the Holy See so that I have not been promoted to a full-fledged Arcanist! I have too many secrets, really too many!" The Count shook his head a little exhausted, slowly stood up, came to the window, and looked at the sunny garden.

Suddenly, he showed a bitter smile: "Let Mr. Houston go to the Blood Sea Barrier again, and ventilate our situation here with the inside." ”

"My lord, this doesn't seem to be a good time to make contact with the inside?" Carson wanted to reassure his master, now that the eyes of the entire diocese were locked on Talon County, any slight oversight could be detected by the Holy See.

"It's much better than being caught by the Holy See after the arrival of the envoy of the Blood Sea Enchantment!" Count George rubbed his temples and felt a headache!

"As you wish, my lord!" Carson nodded, with one hand behind his back, bowed slightly, and walked backwards out of the room. The pace is slow, but each step is as constant as a ruler!

"What a terrible time...... "Earl George muttered to himself.

With a deep groan, he left the parlor and slowly descended the eerie staircase of the castle! The sound of clattering footsteps echoed through the silent spiral staircase, sounding so lonely!

An Arcanist who has been abandoned by the whole world, even if he still has the title of nobility, does not give him any sense of security.

Two torches burned at the end, and Earl George reached out and pushed open the wooden door at the end of the staircase, revealing the full view of the underground storage vault.

Barrels of fine wine are neatly arranged in oak barrels. The variety of food is abundant, and these are the treasures that ordinary castles can be proud of. Count George was dismissive of this!

Slowly walked to a hidden corner of the cellar and reached for a mechanism.

Click-click-click......... Click......

There was a gut-sore sound of machinery, and a pitch-black passage cracked in the wall!

After stepping into it and shutting the wall from the inside, the Count raised his hand.

A cloud of light spreads from his hands, driving away the shroud of darkness. Apprentice-level arcane, illumination!

The pale light of the spell reflected on the count's face, a little distorted and eerie. The passage is not long, but there are many wooden doors lined up on both sides.

The Count walked straight to one of the wooden doors, pushed it open, and stepped inside!

A strong smell of formalin filled, and the small room was filled with all kinds of specimens soaked in glass jars!

This is the Earl's Spell Laboratory!

"It's a pity that we haven't had time to perfect that broken spell structure," the Count muttered to himself, reluctantly disassembling the experimental equipment.

The Holy See is to send people to his castle to serve as the headquarters and general logistics base for this operation. All arcane-related stuff here must be cleaned up before the Holy See settles in.