When Abin first saw Bishop Esquire, he did feel the same way Talis had told him. If this person can't believe it, then you can't trust anyone else.

The cardinal archbishop of Erathia sat upright, his face solemn and solemn, his eyes a little kind but more majestic from top to bottom. The momentum and bearing of a bishop who is in charge of the entire kingdom are vividly reflected in him and are just right.

According to Talis, although the cardinal seems to be a little unrelieved of their white magic and doesn't quite believe what they say, the mental magic that is the first in the mainland can definitely cure Aiyime.

Yabin only breathed a big sigh of relief at this point. He could finally be sure that he had taken the right step.

This step is big, even a little too big. At least he didn't have the confidence when he started to go, and it was actually more of the impulse that made him take that step. Even if he can really rescue the female knight, it is difficult to predict whether the female knight will listen to him, and even if he does, what kind of reaction will she have. But he did it anyway, gambling with his own and his sister's lives.

But it seems that the bet is indeed the right one. Talis was grateful to Abon for saving her from the vicious thieves, and she knew that falling into the hands of those people would not be as simple as death.

Even though the events that had happened in the Wild Heights sounded strange, Talis believed everything Abin had said to her. It seemed that by feeling alone, she knew that this young man would never be a liar who made up such a lie. The trust and affection that comes from suffering can often reach a high level directly, and Talis didn't even care that the young man slapped a Templar on the run. And from the bottom of her own heart, that slap was one of the reasons why she believed in this young man.

Although Talis herself offered to send Ayime to Celeste for treatment, Yabin disagreed. He never dared to take his sister to the church for help, firstly, because he was afraid of the white magic cultivated by the two of them. The most important thing is that he remembered very well how exquisite and profound the white magic used by the person who controlled the werewolf hidden in the darkness that night, at least it required a priest at the bishop level to cultivate. Before we could figure out what was going on behind that, taking the risk of asking the church for help would undoubtedly lead to a disaster. So he begged Talis not to do it for the time being, but to find someone who was 'absolutely reliable and absolutely trustworthy'

"God is with you. Your Excellency the Bishop. "Abin knelt down on one knee and respectfully saluted Eschel on his seat, and in terms of his status and majesty, the cardinal was indeed 'infallible.' Definitely something to rely on'.

Bishop Esquire nodded, looked him up and down with interest, then turned to Talis and said, "You get out of the way." ”

Talis said: "Your Excellency, ...... you are?"

Bishop Esquire smiled and said, "I'll be distracted when someone is around when I use spells to heal that girl." No one but the two siblings could approach it. You and the guards outside should stay away from here, too. So as not to make any noise that disturbs my concentration. ”

"Yes. Talis stepped out. As he walked out of the room, he smiled with encouragement and comfort to Yabin.

Yabin was also surprised and delighted, he didn't expect the bishop to agree so quickly and directly.

The door to the room was closed. Only the two siblings and Bishop Esquire remained. Talis's footsteps grew quieter, and then faded away with a few footsteps.

The cardinal listened carefully to the sound and made sure that the other people around him had gone away, and then asked Yabin with a smile, "You were the one who rescued the knight from that group of thieves, right?"

"Yes. Abin nodded.

The smile on Eschel's face did not move at all, as if he asked casually, "Did you ask her alone, and didn't ask for help from others?"

Abin looked up at Eschel. A look of astonishment. While the question itself wasn't strange, Yabin didn't know why he felt his scalp tingle.

Another explosion rang out, and the light of thunder shone through the window on the cardinal's face, and his smile now seemed far more than majestic and kind, but more strange and strange.

Yabin didn't say everything without reservation, at least he couldn't have said it because the mysterious man had taken the initiative to let the two of them go. It was almost stranger and stranger than that night on the Wild Heights, and it was inconceivable to him, not to mention whether Talis would believe it, and to think back on it several times.

Ai Yimei has not been cured yet, which is confusing. It is natural to increase suspicion and strange things, so you don't need to say it. What's more, even he couldn't figure out what that man was all about.

As the man had told him, he told Talis that the thieves were going to Turalea. So Talis immediately rushed back to Celeste, when she reappeared in front of Abin. The news brought to Yabin was so surprised that he couldn't do it all. The man who let them go and called himself Sandface and Sandru was actually the most wanted man in the mainland who was famous all over the world and wanted by almost all countries and organizations, as long as everyone wanted that head worth ten thousand gold.

Knowing the news, Yabin was sure that the conversation between himself and the man should not be known to others. Even as he spent more time with Talis and his vigilance gradually faded, he never dared to tell her.

The look of astonishment did not turn into consternation, and Abin kept a very appropriate expression, shook his head and replied, "Without the help of others, Lord Bishop." I was surrounded by the most wicked thieves, and I mustered up the courage to not flinch before danger because of my unwavering faith in the Lord. ”

Bishop Eschel did not respond to the exemplary reply, but smiled faintly. Asked, "Didn't the man who claimed to be Sandru help you escape, or did he not tell you to save the knightly land of Talis?"

Yabin felt the muscles in his face reach their limits, and almost immediately twitched beyond their control. The vest was so cold that he almost shivered, but he was sweating desperately, and he couldn't tell whether it was surprise, confusion, or fear in his chest and abdomen and in his mind. He used all his strength to keep his tone and expression as normal as possible, and replied, "No." ”

"You have good self-control. Bishop Esquire nodded. "But you have to know that very few people can lie in front of a mind magician. Your breath, your blood. Looks, the key is that kind of mental fluctuations will betray you. And if that kid hadn't let you go, you wouldn't have saved the Talibi Knight. ”

"Lord Bishop, I swear in my heart that I will never ...... with that person" A cold sweat was already soaking from the corners of Yabin's forehead. Bitter in the mouth.

"No need to swear, the Lord cannot hear, and I am not interested in hearing. I can tell from your reaction that you couldn't have been with that kid long ago. ”

Bishop Esquire waved his hand. "I just want to know now how many people you've told about what happened on that wild highlands?"

"I've only told Knight Taris. I dare not ...... about the reputation of the church."

Bishop Esquire waved his hand again to silence Abin, and instead of looking at Abin who was half-kneeling on the ground and Aimei muttering in the chair next to him, he stood up and paced the room repeatedly. His brow was tightly locked, sometimes he looked at the ground, sometimes he looked out the window at the storm.

Yabin was still on his knees. I didn't dare to get up or speak. Although he was surprised, even a little frightened, he did not lose control. He was well aware of his purpose and his place.

According to Talis's account, she was not the only one who got the news that had gone to Turalone, but also three other Templars and ten Templars, as well as a cardinal who served the Pope and Paladin Lancelot, who was considered the guardian god of war of Celeste.

No matter what kind of wanted man it was, such a battle seemed too exaggerated. It doesn't seem to be about catching people, it's about razing the elven forest.

But in the end, such an unimaginably elite line-up did not please, and it was not just thieves and elves who awaited them in the forests of Turalea. Two masters of the Wild Highlands. The Lord of Ofudi Saidlos and General Gru were actually there. After an earth-shattering battle between the two sides, they did not get the slightest benefit, and hastily withdrew their troops under the intervention of the elves. The only thing to gain was to wipe out the thieves.

When he heard this news, Yabin was extremely shocked. He also vaguely guessed that the man should have deliberately led the church people to Turalleone, but the motives and reasons for this were not all he understood. He knew that what he knew and what he was involved in was just a small part of the open and secret struggle between the church and Oufu, and the plan and the inside story behind it were absolutely unimaginable to him.

It's hard to imagine that he didn't think about it. He has only one purpose, and that is to find a way to cure his sister. So even if the bishop in front of him suddenly said what she had been hiding, he was only surprised. After all, the Bishop was only surprised when he suddenly said what he had been hiding. After all, the Bishop had already said that he wanted Ai Yimei to be cured, and those surprises and fears were just knee-jerk reactions. As long as Ai Yimei can be cured, it doesn't matter what happens to her.

Bishop Esquill finally stopped, looked out the window and muttered, "It's a surprise that a priest who has been ordained to the priesthood can still use the magic of God's protection. Perhaps it is this kind of ignorant foolish who can truly exert the power of faith. I was careless......"

Although he could not fully understand the meaning of the cardinal's words, Abin was a little overjoyed and couldn't help asking, "Your Excellency, do you believe what I am saying?"

"Believe, I naturally believe, why don't I believe it?" Esquill turned to look at Abin, the majesty that stood high above was already higher, as if looking down on an ant. He sneered disdainfully at the little ant that was half-kneeling at him. "Haven't you noticed it yet? It was me that night. I was the one who controlled the werewolves. ”

There was a loud thunderclap, and the entire St. Peter's Basilica trembled slightly. The electric light that came through the windows illuminated everything in a terrible light. This thunderstorm was so heavy that it seemed to tear the royal city of Erathia to shreds.

Abin didn't hear the thunder, or he didn't know it. The cardinal's words shattered his mind in an instant, and his mind seemed to become empty all of a sudden, and it seemed as if it was about to explode with so many things that he didn't know what it was.

Bishop Esquire looked at Abin, who was still half-kneeling, and sneered, and with a wave of his hand, colorful points of light shone around him and immediately sank into his body.

All the strength and vitality in his body froze, and Abin was familiar with the feeling that had been fixed there with his sister and grandfather on that night of blood and carnage in the Savage Highlands.

"It's a nasty fly. I didn't expect anyone to slip through the cracks to tell Talis's chick about it, and it would be a bit of a hassle if she told Lancelot about it again. Forcing me to waste my strength......" The Cardinal sighed as he stared at Abbin, an exasperation at having to waste his strength on a fly, all the more pressing on that majestic face. Slowly, his eyes began to glow faintly as he looked at Abindi.

"I'll cure your sister, but she'll never remember anything. She'll just remember. She will only remember the tragic situation when your grandfather died that night, and she will wake up in a nightmare every night. Can't sleep well. It would not be long before she would fall ill from grief and excessive panic and gradually die...... And you caused it, you know?"

Yabin maintained that half-kneeling position. The eyes kept looking at Esquire. He only felt as if his mind had frozen under the paralysis technique, and before he had time to react to the sudden change, all his spirit was drawn to the glowing eyes.

The cardinal's voice was not loud, but the sound of the wind and rain outside the window could not hide every word and syllable in it. Every note that flew out of his mouth seemed to contain a strange power, and it was no longer just a word to listen to in his ears. Rather, it becomes a thinking thought, forcibly surging into the listener's mind.

"You know what, it's all your fault, it's your fault. "There was another thunderclap. Eschel's voice was heavier in the thunder, and his eyes were more sparkling. He was now like a nightmare casting spells, not only trying to pour his voice into other people's heads, but also carving imprints into the deepest recesses of memory and soul. "You're going to blame yourself, you're going to blame yourself. If it weren't for you, maybe your sister wouldn't have died. After your sister's death, you dream of your grandfather and your sister every night. At the end of the day, you're going to kill yourself......"

Mind magic is definitely an unpopular magic, not only because of the difficulty of cultivating this magic, but also because this system cannot be compared to other magics no matter how high the cultivation level is. It can neither blast through rocks nor burn the ** that tears the enemy apart. The only people who can make a difference are people, living people. It can't even kill a chicken. If there is a magic master of the department who is alone in the wilderness and even has problems surviving, then it can only be a mental department.

But this world is not made up of living people, but this society is, and it is, and it is. So what the magic of this system can do, other magic will never do.

"I will never forget these words until you die, but you will never remember them. Esquire's words seemed contradictory, but they didn't matter anymore. In the words of the mind magician, language is actually only false, and the consciousness contained in it is what people really rely on to communicate. "You'll only remember that I healed your sister here, and you're grateful to me. Then you will leave Erathia with your sister and live in seclusion in a place where no one has found you......"

Eschel didn't pay attention to the girl muttering next to her. He watched Abin intently. No matter how magical magic is, it's magic, so you have to concentrate. What's more, Esquill can also feel that because of the practice of white magic, this young man can actually have a little resistance to his mental magic. And this spell must not go wrong in the slightest. His mind was all focused, and he felt that he was touching the mental veins of the target in front of him, and he wanted to squeeze it in his hand and seam everything that had just been said deep into the deepest part of his soul.

Suddenly, another loud bang rang out. But this time it wasn't just thunder, there was the sound of windows shattering.

The windows shattered into a sky of shards of glass and wood, and a dark shadow rushed in frantically along with the raging wind and rain outside.

The sound of thunder, electricity, wind, rain, broken windows, knife drawing, and the screaming of blades breaking through the air.

The sound was already slow in the ears, and the figure with the thunder and lightning outside was faster than the sound.

Esquill was facing the window, but it didn't matter if he didn't face it at this point. His reaction didn't seem to match his age as a magician, and he didn't have time to look up, shocked, frightened, and retreat. But his attention and all his spirit had just been focused on the ground on Diyabin. All of his mana had been condensed into the mental magic that was being instilled in his consciousness. This is when he is at his weakest and most flawed.

The blade figures were already inseparable from each other, and the strong murderous aura also filled the room with the violent rain, this was a chance to kill, a blow to kill.

Esquire's retreat seemed futile. Although his reaction was fast enough, he had already sensed the murderous aura almost before the window shattered, but his old pace was indeed slow in the face of that fierce sword of wind and thunder. It's in vain, like a turtle in front of an arrow.

But it was this turtle-like step back, and perhaps only a hundredth of a second was negligible in time. The Holy Cross on Esquire's chest had shattered, and in the hundredth of a second, the shattered Ten Ann had burst into a cloud of white light that enveloped the cardinal.

The blade slashed at the white light, and the light shattered like a glass with a crisp sound. Blade paused slightly. The remnants continued to stab forward, and finally stabbed into Esquire's body.

The cardinal let out a terrible wail, and the knife cripped through his right chest, slicing two ribs and passing through his lungs, breaking two more ribs and shattering his shoulder blades from behind.

But Asa's heart was cold, and the white light was undoubtedly the talisman that Esquire relied on to save his life, and almost just the lightning flash of his mind triggered the protective magic sealed inside. Although this kind of magic released by only mental touch was not too advanced, and his sword easily broke it, it still gave Eschel a little more time, so that he could just move a little bit of his body and avoid the location of the heart piercing.

This was already the best time to attack, the most sudden way to attack, but even then it failed to kill with one hit. The reaction of this great magician who has been through countless battles and dangers on the battlefield is already the limit of a magician. The fame is indeed true.

A chest piercing is almost fatal for a magician, but it's only almost. Not absolutely or immediately. Especially for a white magician. What's more, this is one of the top white magic in the continent. Asa could feel the white magic in Esquire's body surging around the blade that had sunk into his body, and the magic and blood-sucking effects attached to the knife could not be used at all.

The muscles on his wrists immediately puffed up and prepared to exert force. No matter how much white magic there is, this body is just a drooping old man after all, and with his force, even if the blade of this knife is not sharp, it can split all the bones, muscles, and internal organs underneath in two.

But at this time, Bishop Esquire, who was close at hand, had already looked at him, and the light in his bloodshot eyes, which were filled with pain and anger, was a hundred times brighter than when he looked at Abin just now, and all the mana that was intended to be instilled in Abin was given to him, and the skill and delicate control in it all transformed the destructive power of the rage.

Asa let out a scream that was no less than that of Esquire. He only felt two invisible knives stabbing through his eyes and then scraping in his head a few times, and he could almost hear the shattering sound of his own brain.