The nights in Isttalon have been unquiet lately, perhaps because the fire at the Temple of Ludern has angered the gods, and murders of an extremely bad nature have continued to occur in the city, and almost every day foreign travelers have their heads cut off in their sleep. Even if the city defense force tripled the number of night watchmen, it could not control the continuous deterioration of the situation, and people were panicked for a while.

Of course, the so-called panic is only for some people who have a heart, and the civilians living in the cities are almost unaware of the tragedy that happened around them, and they are looking forward to the events held to celebrate the victory of the war. The high-ranking dignitaries of the upper class didn't care much about this, after all, it was insignificant foreigners who died. They were more concerned about the grand charity auction that the minister was about to organize.

Only the leader of the security forces, Mad Dog Shet, has a headache, and the remnants of the Cursed Sect are hiding in the darkness and trembling.

As night fell, the gates of the White Lion's castle opened, Antonio dressed alongside Count Snecker, and the towers sounded with the sound of a trumpet, and flaming torches lit up half of the night sky. The auction was deliberately held after sunset, inviting the upper echelons of Isttalon to raise money in response to the call of the Temple of Ludern, and to show everyone that the lord still held control of the city.

In the unlit tunnel on the other side of the castle, a secret army hidden under the Young Lord quietly completed the assembly, and hundreds of warriors in black robes lined up in a neat line and streamed out of the tunnel.

"I'm sorry, but I may not be able to dine with you tonight. If you need anything, you can just let my men know. ”

Pross closed the untouched interrogation report in his hand and said to the girl in the cell.

The floor is covered with a soft Bonis wool carpet, and the blackwood bookshelves full of books stand by the walls, and the windows face the green hills southwest of the city of Isttalen, and a special maid is on call.

Although it is called a prison cell, it is in every way up to the standards of a high-class hotel in the city, and even GLP's office may not be so luxurious. In fact, for a silver-rank spellcaster, this is the standard treatment that should be taken for granted.

The four words silver rank itself is a symbol of strength and status, and the status of the caster is obviously more prominent than that of the warrior. The only two silver-ranked spellcasters in Isttalen, Ampere the Grand Magician and Stephen the Great Alchemist, are both vice-presidents and professors of public academies, and the only reason they don't do their jobs is simply because they hate mundane things. Antonio must present himself as a disciple in front of both of them.

Although it is claimed to be a temporary detention investigation, in fact, this is not a disguised protection for Tiana. Antonio must now compromise with the will of the Temple of Life, but that doesn't mean he's brain-dead enough to offend potential allies on the other side.

Even the Temple of Life itself knows that unless the girl is tied up into a rice dumpling and thrown into a dark dungeon chamber, it is a joke to try to control a magician who is known for his ingenuity.

"Mr. Pross, what's going on?" Tiana asked softly, putting down her teacup.

"The auction organized by the minister is about to begin, and the security issue cannot be perfunctory. Pross stood up, inadvertently revealing the bandages around his arms from his cuffs. When fighting Rangalia, he suffered a lot because of his ruthlessness, and the injuries on his body have not completely healed until now, but his expression has always been indifferent, and there is nothing unusual on the surface.

"Will the Lord be there too?" asked Tiana again.

"Lord Count Snecker graciously invited, and this face cannot be withheld. There was also some resentment in Pros's tone, everyone knew that the atmosphere in Isttalon was not very good now, and the lord's rash departure would definitely cause a great burden to the troops in charge of security work.

"That murderous maniac who appeared recently seems to be very skilled, and with the level of recovery from your injuries now, I'm afraid you won't be able to deal with that kind of opponent. ”

Tiana couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the blood stains on the bandage on Prologs' cuffs, and took out a thumb-sized crystal cube from her pocket.

"If you need help, you can crush this amulet. This is a little bit of my heart, please accept it. ”

"Thank you very much for your generosity, and although I sincerely hope that such an unfortunate situation will not be put into such an unfortunate situation, it is always a virtue to prevent problems before they happen. ”

Pross nodded, took the talisman from the girl's hand without hesitation, and cautiously placed it in his arms. The magic items made by the silver-rank spellcaster are all treasures that can be encountered but not sought, and if they refuse because of unnecessary suspicion, they are the biggest fools.

On the terrace at the top of the castle, St. Sister Marivian repelled all the maids and attendants, and walked alone to the edge of the platform, looking down at the long line of torches moving slowly forward at her feet.

"It's really nice to look at the night view of Istalon here...... a voice behind you chuckles.

"Shirley, do you dare to come to see me?" said Maryvian, turning her head sharply and glaring fiercely at the girl in black.

"Didn't you come out alone when you wanted to see me?"

"I didn't let you kill anyone!"

"You're kidding, am I your slave?"

Looking at the purple-haired nun's uncertain face, Shirley smiled slightly, put her right hand on her chest and bowed in greeting.

"The Brotherhood of the Darkmoon is responsible for maintaining the stability of the order, and the actions of the Cult of the Cursed and the Lord's Sacrifice have crossed the limits of what we can tolerate. Our approach to this situation is always simple and straightforward, and we don't really need to explain it, whether you can accept it or not. ”

"I finally know why your Darkmoon Brotherhood is notorious. Marivian gritted her teeth and said that when she learned of the tragedy at the Temple of Ludern, it took little guessing that it must have been Shirley's work.

Secretly referred to as "scavengers" in the Cult of the Gods, the Brotherhood of the Darkmoon is a mad butcher who usually claims justice and uses assassination as their favorite method...... In fact, it can't be said to be an assassination, they just killed people by very hidden means, but they never disdained to cover up their incriminating evidence, and they also called death to deter Xiaoxiao.

"I've cleared the minions of the Cursed Sect that lurked in Istalen, and now it's time for you to make good on your promises. The smile on Shirley's face wasn't diminished by Marivian's sinister words, and it looked like the professional standard smile of a waiter in a tavern.

It's just that the service provided is creepy, and now it's time for the customer to pay again.

"You want to know a clue about Pandora?" Marivian looked at the long line of torches outside the castle, "Follow them, you will find the answer from the minister." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not a smart man, could you please make it clear? If you just want to borrow my sword to deal with the minister, you'll have to pay the price accordingly. There was a meaningful look on the smile on Shirley's face.

"I don't need you to kill anyone, bastard!" Marivien shouted with a flick of her fist, "We have a sister who may have been captured by their men, please help me get them out." If you're a butcher who only kills, forget it. ”

"The water here seems to be very deep. ”

"I don't know Pandora, but I've seen her mark. Mary Vienne ignored Shirley's temptation, she knew that there was no point in covering up in front of this woman, and simply said what she really cared about.

"The gold ring on the index finger of the left hand of the Lord Chin Cha is the seal of the Society of Truth, and the ring on the little finger next to him has the mark of Pandora engraved on it, which is a black eye. I don't know why you're looking for Pandora, but I would like to advise you that she is not mortal in the rumors of the sects......"

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