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Passing through the portal, Curt appears in an alley next to a temple. He walked to the front of the temple and saw a giant crest with a jawless skeleton carved in relief against a purple-black background. This was the symbol of Ciric, Lord of the Dark Sun, and Curt reconfirmed that Irenikas had all the information.

Curt, still dressed in a white robe, walked up the stairs towards the main entrance of the temple. Of the entire temple area, the Temple of the Dark Sun is one of the most magnificent buildings. Its main hall is only one floor, but it is incredibly high at more than 60 meters. Huge pillars towered in front of the temple, holding up enough stone canopies to shelter hundreds of people. In the middle of the wide staircase is a giant sculpture of Ciric. The base of the sculpture alone is two stories high.

Curt moved forward in a low-key manner, climbing nearly 100 steps. He stood in front of the temple and stood in the shadows under the pillars.

In less than three minutes, a Darksun cultist ran out and entered the temple through the side door with Curt. Curt took off the white robe Jonathan had given him and pressed his hand on the handle of Purple Resentment. He passed by a large group of masked worshippers who were praying, and was finally led to an inconspicuous prayer room.

High Priest Murphy stood in the innermost part of the room, draped in purple robes studded with gold thread. He folded his hands in his sleeves and bent slightly, like a humble priest. It wasn't until the cultists withdrew and closed the door that Murphy opened his narrowed eyes and whispered:

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Lord Curt. As allies of the Thousand Laws City, we have done everything we need to do, and even taken unnecessary risks. What is the purpose of your visit? I hope there will be no more requests. ”

"Your nickname is Raven?"

Curt pulled over a chair and sat down, asking nonchalantly. A cunning man like Murphy, if he follows his topic. The iron will definitely be squeezed into silence. So Curt simply digressed the subject. Murphy twitched the corners of his eyes indistinctly. A few steps forward. He bowed slightly, said with a cold face:

"Yes, Raven. I believe in the dark sun, and unfortunately in the ears of the philistine, the words of our Lord are like a death knell. That's why they call me a crow, of course, because I control most of the birds in Avalon. Now let's get back to the topic – what you came about. Master Curt, I hope you won't be looking left and right for anything else. ”

"I've come to ask for the help of my allies, High Priest Murphy. Not too much to ask, you don't need to be nervous. ”

Curt replied calmly, he knew that the bird was referring to the spy's nonsense. While Murphy was assessing how much truth there was in Curt's words, Curt continued:

"Please bring my men here, High Priest Murphy. It's a no-brainer for you, and I'll take a credit for you. If you're hesitating, ask the Lord of the Dark Sun for guidance. I heard that the Lord of the Dark Sun is in charge of murder, lies, intrigue, fraud, and illusions. Something that was born after that. These elements will be included. In the dark sun, He will like it. ”

“...... Please wait. Master Curt. ”

Murphyllo hesitated, then closed his eyes. He folded his palms together and muttered words in his mouth. By the time Murphy opened his eyes, his hesitation had been swept away. Murphy lowered his head and said very politely:

"Yes, Lord Curt, the Lord of the Dark Sun has decided to bless you. As long as it doesn't endanger the Temple of the Dark, I'll do my best to help you. Someone has already gone to pick up your subordinates, is there anything else you need to serve?"

"I want to know where Baron Rogge lives, and there is a bit of information about it, the more detailed the better. ”

Curt was secretly relieved, glad that his reasoning was correct. As one of the very few gods who are both powerful and anti-human, Ciric is indeed a guy who fears chaos in the world.

With the Darksun Church already determined to join forces with the City of a Thousand Laws, Ciric is happy to contribute to the calamity that has befallen Avalon. Having said that, the reason why Ciric is willing to join forces with Qianfa City and form an alliance with the goddess of magic, who was once a mortal enemy, is probably the biggest motive is to see the entire Big 6 fall into war.

In a short period of time, Murphy found a lot of information. Like a diligent butler, he pointed to a parchment map to illustrate Curt.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Gordon and Cameron then walked into the prayer room, surprised to see Curt.

"Haha, you're amazing. We wanted to save you, master. Uh......"

Gordon said with a smile, and immediately realized that the atmosphere was not quite right, so he quickly closed his mouth. Curt glanced over Gordon and Cameron's faces, and a smile of approval floated. He pointed to the map on the table with his finger, called two of his subordinates over, and began to explain the task.

In the process of making arrangements, Curt made new requests to Murphy. Murphy was embarrassed to hear this, but agreed anyway. After a moment, he snapped his fingers and instantly changed into a black night suit with a mask. The outfit was apparently magical, and even changed Murphy's fat body shape, leaving him with only one-third of his waistline. When Curt applauded in admiration, Murphy sighed and said:

"Let's get out of here, Lord Curt. It's late, and it's almost time for the nobles of Avalon to go to bed. For the glory of the Thousand Laws City and the chastity of Lady Fana, we had better move quickly. ”

"Thank you for the reminder, High Priest Murphy. Frankly, I'm more anxious than you are. ”

Curt's solemn salute of thanks flattered Murphy. After that, they went through the secret passage inside the temple of Guò and went outside. Murphy and Curt wander through the alleys, then cast a portal spell to take Gordon and Cameron away. With this arrangement, the others can no longer be sure who the caster is.

Curt moved his muscles a little, and began to arm himself without reservation. He solemnly put on a magic ring from Ioham, which could help Curt escape in any situation. Curt then looked up at the Baron's Mansion across the street.

At the same time, Baron Rogge was gulping down his drink. He poured expensive wine into his mouth like beer. Today's incident made Baron Rogge lose face, but he had no way to save face. According to information from the army, Baron Rog may be against the Temple of the Dark Sun. The worshippers of Shirek are insane, and there is nothing good to be gained from them. This made Baron Rogge extremely depressed, but he couldn't think about it.

After all, of the gods that Avalon has embraced, Shirek is one of the most powerful. Plus the divine power is above the royal power...... Although the Storm Country, Mori Blue worships the platinum dragon god Bahamut and regards him as a patron saint. But even His Majesty the King has always had to think twice about how to deal with the Church of the Dark Sun.

The only thing that could comfort Baron Rogge was that Fana was still in his hands. This was more important than anything else, and even being ridiculed by other nobles was not important to Baron Rogge.

When he first met Fana, Baron Rogge made up his mind to get her at any cost. It was a long-lost shudder, and it ignited Baron Rogge's passion.

Fana was standing on the edge of the hillside, her exaggerated orange head blown by the wind, revealing her slender legs under her short skirt. At the moment of her return, Baron Rogge happened to be facing a pair of blood-colored pupils.

Time then stands still, bringing the moment into eternity. Baron Rogge stood for a long time, as if something had penetrated his chest. For the first time since he was born into the world, Baron Rogge wanted to get a man in a frenzy. He swore to all the gods that he would never give up.

However, it is impossible for Baron Rogge to be united with Fana. On the one hand, Fana was not interested in him at all, and on the other hand, there was huge resistance from within the family. - Baron Rogge's family is a century-old family, and its heirs are not free to marry. As a result, Baron Rogge was forced to accept a political marriage to a dissolute noblewoman.

The flames have been licking Baron Rogge's heart, never stopping. He endured the torment in silence until everything was ready, and he poured the poison into his father's favorite red wine.

After officially inheriting the baronial throne, Baron Rogge did not even wait for the burial ceremony to be completed, and privately ran to propose to Fana. As a result, he was coldly rejected, and Fana's blood-colored eyes did not fall on him at all. Baron Rogge naturally will not give up, he uses all means, both soft and hard, even if he hires someone to kidnap him.

Unexpectedly, Fana actually cast a spell and killed the kidnappers. She is caught by a team of senior priests who arrive in time and finds out her true identity. The whole thing caused an uproar, and the Holy See intended to sentence Fana to be burned at the stake. For this reason, Baron Rogge used all his connections and paid a huge price to save Fana's life by trying to insult Ioham as an excuse.

Looking back on these things, Baron Rogge has a strange sense of unreality. He is thirty-five years old this year, and the enthusiasm characteristic of young people has long since faded. But for the sake of Fana, Baron Rogge went crazy. What's even more amazing is that he actually feels that every qiē is worth it.

"Master, ready. ”

The maid's voice awakened Baron Rogge from his memories and brought him supreme joy. Now Fana has been freshened up with the 'help' of the maid and placed in the dormitory. For Baron Rogge, this is the time to fulfill his long-cherished wishes. He took a brisk step, and he simply couldn't wait.

But after opening the door to the bedroom, Baron Rogge froze. He saw Fana rubbing her wrists, blood for her arms that had been tied up for too long. And on the side, there was a young man with short black and armor as white as snow. When he saw Baron Rogge, the young man smiled sharply. He put away the one-handed sword with a huge sapphire on the handle, and said lightly:

"He's yours, sister. (To be continued......)