No matter what others think, Princess Sophia has decided to distance herself from the Dark Council's alliance of nations. It's not that she doesn't want to deal with the Bright Sect, the key is that she feels more and more that the odds of winning this matter are not high, and she wants to subvert the pope of other people's people just by relying on a group of rabble?

However, Princess Sophia did not announce her withdrawal on the spot, which would offend too many people, so she still waited until the coronation ceremony to quietly hide aside to protect herself, so as not to be dragged down by this group of idiots.

In fact, not to mention Princess Sophia, even among the envoys of various countries who are excited, there are many people who have such plans. The Duke of Rawls of the Varu Empire was chattering endlessly, but he was sneering in his heart: Even this group of guys who can't see the situation clearly also want to suppress the Sect of Light, and want to snatch food from the bowl of the Sect of Light? I'm afraid that the Dark Council is just using these envoys as swordsmen, and maybe they are preparing some bigger conspiracy behind their backs!

In Leo's previous life, there was a saying that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and now there are envoys from dozens of countries, all of whom are old diplomats with dignified faces and scheming, and they may not have a word of truth when they gather together to talk for a day, each with their own calculations in their hearts, and it really took a lot of effort for the Dark Council to be able to integrate these people together.

In a small corner building in the embassy area, Count Hoffmann, the envoy of the Kingdom of Sova, was standing respectfully behind a man in black.

"Your Excellency, I don't understand why you have put so much effort into gathering these envoys, even if all the nations work together, I am afraid that you will not be able to threaten a theocratic supremacy, right?" Count Hoffman asked the Speaker in a low voice, even more respectful than when he met King Sova.

The lighting of this small building is not good, the slightly easterly windows and the wide eaves make it impossible for the bright afternoon sun to shine into the windows at all, and the dim light makes almost half of the dark speaker hidden in the dark. After hearing Count Hoffmann's question, the Speaker chuckled, and the shrill voice came with a peculiar tone: "That's just to have some fun with the Church of Light, and by the way, use those fools to attract the attention of the Church of Light, if it weren't for their cover, how could our people follow into the Holy City of the Church of Light so easily?"

"That'...... , what are we going to do next?" asked Count Hoffmann again, boldly. As he asked the question, he buried his head deeply, hiding his face and expression.

In the darkness, there was a soft sneer from the speaker: "Hey~, what are you doing with so much care? At the coronation ceremony tomorrow, you only need to cooperate with the cardinal cardinal Abraham according to the previous arrangement, and as for the envoys of various countries, there will naturally be someone who will respond to you." The Dark Council naturally has plans here, so you don't have to worry about it so much, it's not good for you to know too much!"

A cold sweat appeared on Count Hoffmann's forehead, and the Speaker's warning was naturally understood by him, and he did not dare to say much at the moment, so he hurriedly saluted and withdrew. Just after Count Hoffmann left, the strange voice of the Speaker came from the darkness again: "Send someone to keep an eye on this Count Hoffmann, if he makes any changes, then kill him directly." No one is allowed to sabotage the next action!"

In the shadows of the small building, two shadows could be vaguely seen moving slightly, as if someone was moving quickly in the shadows, so fast that it was almost imperceptible. In a few breaths, two strange shadows silently merged into the back of Count Hoffmann, who was not far away, and Count Hoffmann himself was not aware of all this.

It wasn't until he turned a few streets and could no longer see the outline of the small building that Count Hoffmann leaned lightly against the wall of the building next to him, he felt that the cold sweat on his body couldn't stop rising, and he shivered and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and the ends of his fingers were trembling slightly. It's not that Count Hoffmann has a bad psychological quality, but it's because the Dark Speaker's side is too coercive, and Count Hoffman has a ghost in his heart, so he is so out of shape.

However, thanks to his many years of political career, he endured the fear in his heart, and insisted on holding up his identity by the side of the speaker, which did not seem to arouse the suspicion of the speaker. With a heavy exhale, Count Hoffmann decided never to do such a thing again, which was a simple gamble with his own life, and he was afraid that he would have to be scared to death a few more times.

Standing there and resting for a while, Count Hoffmann raised his eyes to look at his surroundings, he looked left and right, and saw that no one was passing by in the street, so he took out a pen and paper from his coat pocket, wrote a few words quickly, and then left the place quickly.

When Count Hoffmann walked to the central avenue of the Holy City, he found that there were many Knights of Light stationed along the streets at every intersection here, apparently preparing to impose martial law on the entire Holy City.

"Isn't this Count Hoffmann?When did you come to the Holy City?Why don't you say hello?" Before Count Hoffmann could walk over, a knight of light stepped forward and greeted him warmly.

Count Hoffmann replied with a slight stiffness on his face, and took advantage of the opportunity for the Knight of Light to enthusiastically step forward to hold hands with him, and quietly stuffed a ball of paper flowers into the Knight of Light's hand. The Knight of Light quietly greeted Count Hoffmann with a silent face, and reluctantly waved the count goodbye on the grounds that he could not accompany Count Hoffmann due to his duties.

Although the movements between Count Hoffmann and the Knight of Light were very hidden, he never imagined that in his shadow, someone was watching his every move. When Count Hoffmann turned away and walked into a deserted street, the shadow behind him suddenly rolled back towards him in a very strange way.

When the horrified Earl Hoffmann saw the black shadow in front of him, he immediately reacted in his heart that this must be the means of the Dark Council, and it was too late to call for help, and the black shadow quickly enveloped him. If someone passes by at this time, they will definitely see such a strange scene, a black shadow seems to be wrapped in a person, who is still constantly struggling with his legs, but there is not even a sound in it.

The black shadow became tighter and tighter, and the people inside gradually lost their movements, and after a while, the black shadow gradually receded, revealing the stiff body of Count Hoffmann, who was still screaming for help with his mouth wide open.