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April 11, 1667

The third day after the flagship of the Seventh Fleet entered Phase Harbor

The west port of the phase port is rich, while the east port is poor. Most of the areas of the good harbor are on the west coast, and the docks and maintenance areas that do not require less throughput speed are driven to the areas with worse hydrological conditions on the east coast.

Along the northern flank of the coastal area outside the walls of the eastern port of the phase port is a continuous stream of huge docks.

Huge multi-masted sailboats were roped into dry docks on the shore and new planks began to be replaced with cursed rotten and aged planks. Aged fine oak purchased from St. Mori was hauled out of the warehouse, while new timber purchased from Dokoku was piled up on the docks. More and more brand-new dockyards stretched to the sides, engineers hired from across the civilized world digging new docks, magicians tuning water gates and drainage systems, and the gold of Phase Harbor summoned speculators and world-building people.

Behind this large coastal dockyard, which looks like a row of fangs deep into the bay, where more than two hundred merchant ships and warships of all sizes were built and repaired, and behind this row of teeth, past the bars, warehouses, and dockmen's quarters in the port area, you can find the man who controls this row of teeth with gold.

When the Hengqu Zhang family lived in phase port, the largest house they bought was located near the dock and dock area. At that time, the family's industry was deployed around the shipbuilding industry, and thousands of people were maintained by controlling trade and buying shipyards.

This mansion, which was purchased for the convenience of the clansmen to work as coolies and paperwork in the port, is now openly hung with the sign of "Yellow Turban Taiping Provincial Legation in Xiangweigang".

In fact, the Dao Kingdom had not yet sent an ambassador to the Directory of Fortiburg, and this legation was the only channel Zhang Shiyi used to communicate with his allies in Phase Port.

Even this kind of liaison is only the second purpose of the building.

The purpose of the first place is naturally to prepare for the construction of an ocean-going fleet for the nascent Taiping Dao Kingdom. The family that used to build ships for others became the second largest shipowner in Phase Port after obtaining the province of Dao.

The new Miss Heir had returned to the province of Dao herself on a huge multi-masted sailing ship, and she knew the power of a new naval fleet. If she could block the connection between the eastern states of the Dao Kingdom and Zhang Futu, she would be able to use the new army to defeat the states and counties that were still unwilling to submit to the central government and had strong religious fanaticism.

As a result, the people who remained in this building shouldered the important task of preparing for the construction of a fleet for the Dao Kingdom with the profits they had earned before, and the bosses, foremen, and agents of the shipyards broke through the threshold of the legation......

It stands to reason that this should have been the case.

"So...... What the hell is going on? We're going to find a way to house these 700 people?!"

The petite mixed-race girl took the list of people in her hand, looked at the crowd in the courtyard of the mansion in front of her, and complained to her companions.

She was wearing a Taoist monk's robe, and the hem of her dress was too long for her petite figure, which looked a little out of place. If Bonnie Seiffel had seen her dress, she would probably describe it as "a junior high school girl wearing stolen adult clothes".

But this Miss Di Meiyi is one of the most relied on directors of the Daoguo Legation today. She managed dozens of ships under construction, recruited and fired sixty or seventy people a day, and inspected twenty or thirty different properties a week.

Seven hundred people is actually not much, and a slightly larger courtyard can all stand down. But if these seven hundred people were all young women with blond hair, dressed in the same rudimentary, sack-like gray cloth clothes, it would be an extraordinary impact to gather together.

"Meiyi, this is a direct order from the eldest lady. At that time, there were 8,000 people in Hengqu at the port of phase, and 700 people was not much at all. Aren't you always clamoring for manpower?'"

The answer was another girl, who was also dressed in Daomin clothes, but it seemed much more appropriate: she herself was a yellow-skinned pure oriental bloodline, and her bloodline even looked a little purer than most people in the Dao Kingdom.

This Miss Yin Rujing spoke an accented Corman, which made the guests of the legation and the mercenaries suspect that she was actually a secret agent sent by the heir.

In the eyes of outsiders, the white glove "Huaicui Xing", the agent of the legation responsible for external operations, is composed of these two young ladies: the petite and lively Inter Di Meiyi is in charge of the operation, and the serious and cold Taoist Yin Rujing is in charge of supervision, and I don't know which bigwig's illegitimate daughter or the outer room.

These two female supervisors have the strength to enter the stage of magicians at a young age, and they are also well-known figures in the black and white realms of this phase port, and I heard that when the sea masters swept away the head snake ** last year, they didn't dare to touch these two agents of the Zhang family.

The straight-tempered Di Meiyi poured out her dissatisfaction unabashedly: "What we want is not this kind of manpower? These more than 700 people, not to mention literacy, I'm afraid they can't even speak Koman? What we need are accountants, supervisors, security guards, and clerical workers, and the more people who can use magic, the better." Recently, more and more people have been eyeing us, but there are fewer and fewer reliable people remaining in Phase Port. Every ship and every town has to be transferred from the phase port, is Qingniu Mansion a bottomless pit that cannot be filled?"

Zhang Shiyi led the fleet to the east, taking away the elite of the 6,000 clansmen of the port and their relatives; after the Hengqu army recovered Qingniu Mansion, the rest of the people immediately took action, each showing their magical powers, "in order to respond to the request of the heir", those who bought ships bought ships, and those who became officials became officials, and rushed to various parts of the country. After all, the Dao Kingdom is a large country comparable to the sum of the entire free countries, and the official position of any state or county is far better than being a clerk or supervisor in the phase port.

Yin Rujing continued: "The ones assigned to us are already good. There are also hundreds of slaves who have been brainwashed by magic, and all of them have been handed over to the Innovation Society. Probably to unwash the brainwash and then rearrange the destination. Fifteen can be solved in one day, and it will take two months to solve at least...... We can't do this at all. ”

She glanced at the blonde girls in the room, most of them were not trembling, but their faces still couldn't hide their horror, they looked like rabbits picked up in the wild, but some of them had insensitive eyes, and some could tell that they were hiding hatred deep in their hearts.

"Most of what is given to us is nowhere to go, and there is no talent or danger...... With our current manpower, we can probably only train these people slowly. ”

"Seven hundred...... How much does it cost to get food rations and accommodation? Plus the cost of training, a big deficit. Or the big deficit that accumulates every day when you open your eyes. If there were so many people in the family before, we could have allowed them to be maids, but we don't have three hundred mercenaries left, and these girls can't be sailors no matter how you look at them......"

Thinking that this batch may not be able to produce positive profits for half a year, Di Mei's clothes are big. Huaicui Hong is basically a trading bag company, and it is unlikely that this group of people will be accepted.

"What the hell does the Seventh Fleet think, if it's blonde, just buy it! Isn't it even blocking the way for us to resell!"

Seeing that Di Meiyi had begun to complain, Yin Rujing raised a finger, shook it in front of her eyes, and persuaded in a low voice: "Okay, let's work." Now that the matter is in our hands, we have to train these girls to be our own. If it were up to the eldest sister to decide, she would definitely do it. ”

This sentence was like a basin of cold water poured on Di Meiyi's head, extinguishing her complaints at once.

"Okay. If it's the eldest sister, no matter what difficulties there are, I'll find a way to pull them along. Seven hundred. Recruit at least twenty teachers, and then select forty from among these people...... It can be done. ”

Di Meiyi took a deep breath. Thinking of the "eldest sister", the deficit does not seem so terrible anymore.

If it weren't for the eldest sister who taught her and Yin Rujing literacy and magic, the current situation of the two of them probably wouldn't be much better than the girls in front of them who had become slaves. It is all too common to be unable to repay debts or simply being pulled away and sold because they are poor.

And when the thieves' guild in the entire phase port** was swept away along with the elf company, it was the eldest sister who managed to teach the two of them knowledge and create opportunities while fleeing for her life, and finally sought the current status of the three of them in the chaotic phase port. will think of the hardships and dangers along the way, if it weren't for the strength of the eldest sister, the two of them would have become fish food in the narrow sea of Interre.

What would you do if it was the eldest sister?

Di Meiyi coughed, and used her fingertips to lightly swipe a set of amplified spells in the air.

"So, how many of you can understand the Kirman language, raise your hands. All those who can speak Corman can work directly and get paid more every day...... Well, food. ”

The young female head of the legation suddenly came to her senses and replaced herself with a more realistic statement.

"You can't get paid yet. But if you work hard, you will be able to regain your freedom one day. ”

Just like me. Di Meiyi added in her heart.

If possible, she also wants to be like the eldest sister. Powerful, beautiful, cold, and a person who drags others out of the sea of suffering with his own strength. She knew that Yin Rujing thought the same way, and if Cuijie was still alive, she should think the same way.

Occasionally, Di Meiyi will also wonder curiously: Who is the eldest sister. But she never really wanted to figure it out.

She and Yin Rujing both had a feeling: if the truth was known, it would be like the sudden appearance of the eldest sister, and the eldest sister might suddenly disappear from their side.

In a sense, their instincts weren't wrong at all. If their "eldest sister" wants to hide herself, few people will be able to find her.

Braeks really has a few plans in place to escape from Phase Harbor. These plans include teleportation magic and anti-tracking schemes that can allow her to reach Deran, Fergota, or the Green Bull Mansion within a week, or allow her to invade every of the most heavily guarded corners of Phase Harbor

But she wasn't sure if these plans could really guarantee that no one would be able to track her down. As Brish's magical abilities improved and she came into contact with more and more sources of information, her sense of crisis grew.

Compared to her two sisters and apprentices, who were a bit one-lined, Bridis knew that she had the best mind and soul that only a top magician would have. The magic books she had read could be easily mastered, and the spells she had seen in the web could be easily reproduced, and she had tried to teach magic to others, but no one else had been able to do so.

That's just like ...... This body would have been like these magics.

But the more clear she was about these facts, the more she felt tremendous pressure. That means that there is at least one mind in the world as good as her, with more powerful magical power than her, and resources dozens of times her out.

She could probably guess who that mind might have been—and that's the scariest thing about that.

Now, Brits is not far from that man, working part-time in a coffee shop.

"Archbishop Bonnie Seffir is beautiful. ”

Although she didn't visit often, she gave public sermons on each of her visits. ”

"It's not just about preaching here. I have been following her through teleportation circles to hear her sermons in cathedrals throughout the country, and in Italy, Phates, and even Fortibourg, the archbishop has plans to preach on a traveling mission......"

"Is this the agenda for the next three months, and on what occasions might the Archbishop preach in person?"

"I think it's ...... these games."

The regulars of the café enthusiastically exchanged opinions like this, and they took out each other's cherished schedules to communicate.

These people are commonly known as "Reformation supporters," people who do not want to become full-fledged clergy, but who provide donations, volunteer labor, and information to the church.

People like them are now found in the Free Nations, and even legend has a branch in the Imperial Capital of Lenny, the capital of the enemy nation. They were not strong enough to join the Reformation Society, or they did not want to be bound by the precepts of the Puritans, but they were full of interest in the young, beautiful and powerful Archbishop.

Bonnie Sefir herself was aware of their existence, once describing them with a wry smile as "rock star chasers" and asking "if I would like to make some glittering multicolored light sticks and sell them to them". Of course, no one could understand what Miss Archbishop was saying, so the proposal came to naught.

It is precisely because of these people that the café can be opened in this area far from exchanges and banks, and it can afford to hire waiters like Bethlehem who do odd jobs. Given the Reformation's anti-alcoholism doctrine, no one dared to open a bar near the main church, and every table was labeled "No Spirits" — though Barreth sometimes saw the supporters of the Reformation blushing and arguing with each other, just like the drunkards on Bar Street.

There's no better place to investigate and gather information about Archbishop Bonnie Sefir—and that's what the owner of the shop thought. Normally, anyone who thinks this way will be discouraged by the armed clerics of the Reformation Society, or simply make him one of their own, but the boss can't move anyone, so he can only stare at the shop to openly collect information, and make it the official Bonnie Sefir Club.

Because the investor of this shop is none other than the number one noblewoman in Phase Port, Her Royal Highness Olya Hugh Kirman, the eldest princess of the Empire. She appointed her deputy, the Apostolic Emissary of Ionette Hartmann, in the name of the Special Fee for Intelligence of the Ministry of Security and the Confession of the Diocese of Intre, to recruit apprentices and Protestants in key positions throughout the port of Phase, while preaching and preaching such syncretist rhetoric as "Orthodox and Protestant Christianity are one" that would almost be condemned heretical in Deresa.

The Church of Phase Hong Kong tried to fight back against such an arrogant action of the Orthodox Church several times, but they were suppressed by Archbishop Shalfir of the Reforming Church. It is true that the Holy Koman Empire and the Free States are in a cease-fire relationship, but the Emperor's sister is the spokesperson of the Silver Dragon.

Everyone knows that Dragon is one of the largest shareholders of the United Bank, and the entire Treasury of the Union Bank is guaranteed by this Dragon. As long as the silver dragon Mara continues to enjoy steaks at her favorite restaurant, the tide of money in Phase Port will not stop flowing, and all the goods and fleets will be assembled here. So, Ionette Hartman was free to set up shop in the city as he wished, and to find out what he needed.

Of course, Brireth is a very cautious and cautious person, so she has not seen Princess Olia or Cardinal Ionette once since she started working until now. Whenever the settlement day came, the trainee Mage, Miss Bai, studied hard at home. Her performance and number of shifts were in the middle of the range, and she submitted reports that were not too much, because most of the time was spent on magic, resulting in short part-time jobs—nothing that could make her come to mind.

Theoretically, it should be like this.

"But ......"

Brish's gaze flew all the way to a coffee table at the outskirts of the store's alfresco area.

Under the sun umbrella, sat a tall and slender woman with long silver-white shawl hair, dressed in a blue close-fitting Orthodox priest's short dress, and her eyebrows and eyes were as sharp as a sword. She ordered a pot of Murrayman-style black coffee, refilled it three times, and impatiently scanned a copy of the Principles of Divine Magic: Preface, with the words "by Bonnie Sefir" written on the cover in delicate bronzed letters.

Ordering a pot of coffee and sitting still is like a villain, but no one will expel her. The true identity of that woman is a special knowledge known to all temporary employees of the Empire or the Orthodox Church in Phase Port.

Cardinal...... Why are you here today?"

Ionette Hartmann, known for her long silver hair, occasionally appears as a woman. Because his posture in women's clothes is too natural, some people suspect that the usual male version is actually a fake identity, and they also gave "her" the code name "Iona Hartley".

On weekdays, when the boss is scheduled to come, Brires will find an excuse to leave, but today she has just been working for an hour, and she still has two or three hours to work. Moreover, perhaps because of the large number of goods and business opportunities brought by the arrival of the Seventh Fleet in the past few days, there are very few apprentice mages working part-time, and now there are only three people in the entire store, and she really can't find an excuse to walk away.

Luckily, the women's Ionette seemed to be in a very agitated mood and had no interest in paying attention to the temporary employees in his own store. The shop hired a dozen mages to do odd jobs each month, and only three or four of them were genuine Orthodox or informants who reported to him, and temporary employees like Brish were just covered men and laborers hired for money.

"Am I wrong in my guess that the archbishop is not in Phase Harbor today?"

Cardinal Ionette put down the book in his hand and looked in the direction of the church.

The Cathedral of the Renovations in Phase Port has been around for quite some years, but it still looks much more imposing than the newly built churches of the Orthodox Church. The fountain at the entrance is blessed with the magic of simple healing of diseases, and there is an endless stream of people who come to seek medical treatment, and from time to time people stop in front of the fountain and kneel down.

His gaze rose and fell with the water of the fountain, and he remembered his newly built phase port church. The church building is gorgeous and stylish, and it cannot be said that it is bad in the imperial capital of Deland, but it is always a good place. Most of the visitors who came to hear his sermons were not so much devout believers as curious tourists.

A cardinal like him would have been a man of the rank of a cardinal who would have been able to preach in the Empire, but here he remembered the memories of years ago, when he had just graduated from the Theological School of the University of Teresa, when he was sent to preach in the countryside of Fergota at the age of twenty. The Orthodox probationary clergy wore gray robes for penance, as opposed to the neat white mantles and vestments of the Protestants.

"Those young people are the probationary priests of the Reformation Society. Here, what they do is what the young trainees should do......"

At the end of the morning sermon, the young Reformed men and women were walking down the street to distribute to the visiting people and passers-by, walking in the direction of the café with the noisy crowd. Two or three people ran very fast and rushed into the café before the crowd.

"We've got a new sermon schedule! The day after tomorrow, the Archbishop of Seffir will arrive in Phase Harbor and give a lecture here on the principles of divine magic!"

"What?!Do you want an invitation this time?!How many congregations can get an invitation?"

"Maybe you can try the way of the Introspective Church, the Cathedral of Corell is the second largest cathedral in this rank after the Cathedral of the Renewal Church......

Like an ice storm magic thrown into the water, the otherwise quiet café suddenly went into chaos. People were walking around talking, new orders were being placed, and two or three waitresses were busy.

In the midst of the chaos, a young Reformed priest sat down in an empty chair across from Ionette.

"Madam Consular Pastor, is there anyone sitting in this position?"

Ionette withdrew her gaze from the distance and turned to the questioner. Few people in Interre could recognize his blue and white-trimmed Orthodox clergyman's robe, but the young midshipman accurately stated his rank. Ionette was proud of his appearance, but even he had to admit that the man in front of him in a pure white summer priest's uniform was quite handsome, and although he was not tall, he had an indescribable androgynous beauty.

Instead of asking for his consent, the visitor sat down and waved to the nearest waitress to order.

"A cup of Julok coffee. The midshipman looked up, stared at the waitress with his dark green eyes, and ordered the only alcoholic drink here with a wicked smile.

"That...... But we have substitute grape juice, how much does it cost?" seemed to be taken by the charm of the man in front of him, and the ordinary-looking black-haired waitress blushed and avoided her gaze, and she couldn't even breathe.

"Well, grape juice...... Feel free to do it. ”

The man snapped his fingers and popped out a silver coin. The silver coin flew in a parabola, and the waitress was stunned for a moment before she panicked and tried to pick it up, but she still couldn't get it. The silver coin bounced on her fingernails, flew to the table next to her, bounced off and rolled into the café.

"Yes, I'm sorry!"

The nervous waitress apologized as she ran into the back room, and soon the foreman's reprimand came from inside the store.

The midshipman blinked, placing the card left by the waitress in the middle of the two.

"They reported to me that you employ a lot of young magicians and clerics here, and it seems to be true. There was ink on the outside of that girl's little finger - the cost of gathering information must be high, right?"

"There are a lot of newcomers learning magic lately, and it's not very expensive to hire, plus we can also provide some materials as compensation for these peripheral employees-"

"Alright, I've distracted the others, Cardinal Hartmann. ”

Hearing this, Ionette reacted suddenly.

"You're Bang—"

"Shhhh It's going to be a hassle for people to find out. ”

The man put his finger to his lips and smiled pleasantly, acquiescing to the guess on the other side.

Miss Archbishop, who was dressed as a man, and Mr. Cardinal, who was dressed as a woman, two of the most powerful magicians in Phase Port, stared at each other under the parasols at noon.

All the others were drawn away, except for the two of them—and the nameless waitress who was listening to it all while ordering not far away.

Brireth didn't use magic, and her own hearing was as good as that of an elf, but the appearance of the Orientals belied this power. If Bonnie Saffir had used a higher-level MONOCULUS now, she could have detected similar mana fluctuations as herself, but her mana was used to maintain her transformation magic, not to maintain that high-level MONOCULUS.

But even with her ears, she could only hear a few words. Ionette spoke very carefully, and her voice was low like a real nun.

"Actually, I didn't expect you to be in Phase Port in person. ”

"Why? Did you accidentally disrupt your arrangements? Did you want to send this card over and disrupt my poor secretary's daily work?"

Bonnie's voice was soft, but a cynical tone could be heard. Ionette frowned.

"There seems to be a difference between your own impression and my previous impression. Bang ......" Ionette bit her tongue sharply, not saying the other man's name, "I have the impression that you are a cautious, thoughtful, and fearsome person. ”

When pronounced "you in my impression", it sounds like an intimate relationship between a man and a woman - he drives out this sudden distraction.

"But it's not 'me' here, is it? Here's the Trainee priest Baran Yui, and he has a sister who is unfortunate enough to be a vampire, and she's trying to change her fate every day by studying magic. It's also fun to set up characters. ”

"Do you really think it's fun? Be a ......," Ionette felt as if his faith had been insulted, and he searched his mind for the right title, "is it necessary to play someone else like an actress?"

"As long as it's fun. Previously I needed to be cautious, thorough, and fearful to protect everything I loved, but now I don't. So, if it's fun, it's enough – and the gods agree with it. Men's Bonnie Seiffel replied, "Let's get down to business." Tell me the full text of your prophecy. ”

Ionette subconsciously swept around the coffee shop. Everyone was busy with their own business, and the members of the Archbishop's Evangelistic Fan Society were busy arranging plans to get tickets to the major congregations, unaware that their idol was sitting next to them in men's clothes.

"The prophecy reads: 'The golden road will be cut off, and the dark setting sun will set the sea'. Ionette paused, "Although it is our prophecy, it is about ...... reliable"

"You don't have to ask about reliability. Your prophecy, which is guaranteed by the chosen people of the goddess of fate, is at least eighty percent probable. Bonnie interrupted impatiently, "And, it fits the current situation." We built the golden road, and we all know what the dark sunset is. ”

"Ghost Fleet. It's been about fifty years since the last time it was seen—and they're probably going to need to update their ships too, but this time it's just not the right time. ”

At this point, Ionette paused, for he saw the waitress come out with Julok coffee. The waitress, who knew him as a boss, had her hands shaking as she put her coffee, and he knocked impatiently twice on the table to signal her to stand down.

"Aren't these your employees?"

"But I don't know who they are paid for, like the Ministry of Security, the Inquisition, or the fleet. There are too many people who know about prophetic magic, which will affect the way it is realized. ”

"It just so happens that I have also received a prophecy that complements your prophecy. Bonnie Sefir pulled a bamboo slip from her satchel and pushed it along the tabletop.

Ionette picked up the bamboo slip, glanced at it, and immediately expressed surrender and pushed back: "I can't read and write Oriental characters, but I can barely understand them, please translate." ”

"If the soldiers are strong, they will be destroyed, and if the wood is strong, they will be broken; ”

Bonnie picked up the bamboo slip handed back from the other side and read it word by word.

These are two originally unrelated passages from the Taiping Righteous Path Holy Book. Their holy books are the equivalent of our covenants and covenants, but they are purported to have been written by the prophets themselves. Translated into our language, it goes something like this:"

Her fingers ran across the surface of the bamboo slip. The sixteen square characters were not written in ink, but were cut with a knife, or sharp object that resembled a knife, and then filled with dye in bright yellow.

"If the army is strong, it will perish, if the wood is strong, it will break, and if the treasure is piled up all over the house, there is no way to protect it. ”

Ionette made a judgment: "The soldier and the wood together refer to an army made of wood...... It's the fleet. ”

"The house full of treasures refers to nothing more than the Qingniu Mansion or the Phase Port, one of them. But if your prophecy tells the same story, then the Qingniu Mansion that is not near the sea can be removed from the list. ”

The two men dressed as men and men dressed as women glanced at each other and came to a conclusion at the same time.

"So, the target of the attack is Phase Port? ”

"But why would the Ghost Fleet attack Phase Harbor? If we follow the prophecy and seal the Narrow Sea—" Bonnie Seiffel grabbed the bamboo slip between her fingers and made a slashing gesture with a volley in the air, "The Ghost Fleet wouldn't be so stupid, would it?"

"Unless someone forces them to come. If the death knell sounds, the fleet must act. ”

"The death knell rings ......"

Bonnie pondered for a moment, as if trying to recall the relevant knowledge. Her fingers shook rapidly, as if they were tapping on something, and the web reacted.

"'Death knell'? what an old word...... Does this thing still exist?"

Ionette asked the beautiful man in front of him in surprise: "Of course it still exists, right? As long as the obsession of reviving the Elven Empire remains, the curse of the Great Wasteland will not disappear." ”

"This year is ...... It's still a few years away. Bonnie muttered something that only she could understand, and took a sip from her coffee cup, "In other words, our opponent is someone who has completely controlled a certain 'death knell'. The ghost fleet, which has an infinite endurance, is probably hiding somewhere in the endless open sea. Seems to be a bit of a lot of fun...... A top-tier spellcaster who owns and has been able to control Knell. Or rather, a top-tier spellcaster controlled by the Death Knell?"

"Please don't be careless. I will arrange for Your Highness to leave Phase Harbor in the next few days, but I myself and my team will be here to assist you in your defense. After all, the Ghost Fleet harms the interests of both of us. ”

This should have ended the conversation. The two sides exchanged prophecies and made judgments to relay to their allies......

But Ionette hesitated and asked one last question.

"Your Excellency, as the person with the highest position in the south, why didn't you make a prediction about this matter yourself, but relied on the Eastern technology you didn't understand?"

The tray of coffee cups in Bonnie's hand shook and a few drops of coffee spilled.

Because prophecy magic doesn't work for her. Because both she and her sister are unpredictable variables that the goddess of fate predicts and cannot be found through prophetic magic. She knew why, but didn't want to answer.

So Bonnie decided to change her answer and divert the question.

"We don't have so reliable prophetic magic, Mr. Chosen People of Fate, Vortila. By the way, I don't think the suspicion of you and the Empire has been cleared, at least one person with the death knell is in the Royal Department of Security. ”

Ionette paused: "I? No, you're mistaken, aren't you? I'm not a voter." ”

"Well, yes—you're not a voter?" was a completely different answer than Bonnie remembered.

"I wish I could, but unfortunately every god can only have one elect in the world at most. ”

Ionette smiled wryly, pulled out a few silver coins and placed them on the table, ready to get up and leave.

"And, I also believe the Royal Security Department is not involved in this issue – although I don't know if they have a death knell in their hands. While you may not know it yet, it's no secret to the upper echelons of both churches: the current elector of Fertilla, the goddess of fate, has always been at the Royal Ministry of Security, and this prophecy was sent to me to deal with this prophecy. ”

"Wow. ”

Bonnie sat in her seat and didn't get up for a long time. That last sentence brought her more information than even those previous conversations.

"Who are the voters now, and why haven't I heard of them at all?"

After a few moments, she placed her coffee cup heavily on the table and walked out in the opposite direction from the church.

No one noticed the two men, except for a few young apprentice mages working at the café who chatted a few words as they counted the accounts.

"Hey, was that handsome priest in the outfield dumped by our boss? I think the boss paid for him. ”

"I guess it may have been a failed pick-up, and then I learned the real gender of the proprietress . ”

"Sister Bai, don't be like this, I'm almost out of breath laughing!"

While chatting with his temporary colleagues, Bradsh compiled his current task into a short transcript of his work, which he found time in the store's secret room for submission to the Royal Department of Security.

Of course, there is no record of Ionette's secret conversation with Bonnie, and Blazers is theoretically unaware of it. In fact, her eyesight and hearing are comparable to those of the best elves, and she can listen to the conversation even through a wall or when she is busy ordering and wiping the table.

Later, Britis will relay the news of the imminent attack on her two sisters. She guessed that after this secret conversation, there would probably be a few more pieces of information sent to Hengqu's heir, the Intertre Governor's envoy, and the Seventh Fleet, and that there should also be a piece of information that would reach her through the Qingniu Mansion.

Theoretically, the list should be fine—but Brittis felt a faint sense of concern.

The instinct of struggling to survive at the bottom of Phase Harbor told her that something was wrong.

"It always feels like the two of them are missing something......"

It wasn't until the evening of the same day, when she saw the black sunset over Westport, that she wondered what the two great men of the church had missed.

This omission was too obvious for the two wise senior clergymen to be aware of.

Just the news that "Bonnie Seffel will arrive at Phase Port the day after tomorrow" is enough to turn into a motive for the Black Sail Fleet to invade the Narrow Sea!

It's been a long time since I've updated this time.,I'm sorry to be busy with work and Kavin.。 The festival will definitely continue in the future...... bar.

.2 Happy Children's Day to the children readers who probably don't exist!

.3 By the way, this commemorates the death of Marshal Yang.

.4 Of course, it's the Dragon Boat Festival now, so this is actually an update of the Dragon Boat Festival...... Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

Actually, I don't know what to write at the end.4 I can't help but want to add such a paragraph......