The capital of the Holy State, Mirison

The Avenue of the Holy Sword in the north offers a glimpse of this magnificent city.

Rivers that converge from the mountains form lakes downstream, and the sunlight makes the water shine in a unique and beautiful crystal blue.

In the center of the lake stands a pure white palace - the White Palace, which is very similar in size and style to the Silver Palace of the Kingdom of Asra, but it is more sacred and clean, and it is uninhabited, only the magic crystal statue of St. Miris.

As the river continues on, the glittering cathedral on the banks of the river and the headquarters of the Adventurers' Guild complement each other, and the surrounding streets are well-organized and orderly like a chessboard.

Further out, there are seven quaint towers that faintly enclose the entire city.

Legend has it that these towers were shaped by ancient heroes, and that the Church's holy magicians were stationed all year round, and that they were tasked with regulating the weather in the area around Mirison without the need for combat or research.

Every spring, the sky will be covered by the thunderous cumulonimbus clouds jointly cast by the plural water saints, raining abundant rain to irrigate the farmland, and manpower will be used to make up for the lack of planting conditions.

The top level of the Church of Miris is held by six people, the Pope, the Marshal, and the four cardinals hold absolute power, and every ten years, a cardinal will go to the Asra Kingdom to take turn, and the Holy State has never hidden its coveting of the first throne in the world.

In the four pivotal churches, Jiang Yuan met the target of the trip, Bishop Messef.

The other party was an old man over half a hundred years old, but he was sturdy, with long black hair, bulging muscles under the white priest's robe, and the tip of the staff in his hand was inlaid with a hedgehog ball polished from magic steel, which looked like it could break the pagan's head at any moment.

"Good morning, Your Highness." Bishop Messef greeted with a smile in his eyes.

"I don't know if you're interested in drinking." Jiang Yuan said.

Sheng Yi and Hao Shang have already led the team to leave, preparing to get in touch with the Sea Clan through the channel of the Adventurer's Guild, after the mermaid princess disappeared, a large reward was urgently issued there, in case the heir of the sacrifice died, it would be a heavy blow to the racial cohesion.

The two sat at a round table, with a glass-made indoor bridge flowing through which tributaries from distant mountains and streams could occasionally be seen swimming.

Natsumi looked at the scenery in this church with his hands behind his back as if he were inspecting it, and took out a few books for decoration, and found that they had nothing to do with the adventure story, just boring doctrinal explanations and put them back.

Lokihi and Emperor Jia followed her, the former carrying the berries and drinks brought out of the alchemy carriage, and the latter holding a heavy shield, guarding the left and right of the ground every step of the way.

Miy, aware of the heavy responsibility she was carrying, sat down silently next to her father.

Jiang Yuan opened the winter wine, the moment the wine touched the air, the strong aroma came to his face, the taste was a little cold and hard, as if the ice did not melt all year round, after pouring into the wine glass, the white mist visible to the naked eye surged.

"I want that guy in Asra dead." Without hesitation, Messef drank the glass of winter wine in front of him, "He is an ally of the Pope, and he will end his rotation in three years, and to be honest, it will put a lot of pressure on me." ”

When someone showed his true face and the cardinal invited him to meet, the alliance between the two was basically reached, and the so-called maritime trade route was nothing more than a testimony of "friendship", and no one except the wealthy merchants themselves cared about profit, although it was indeed a large number.

"I want the remains of St. Miris." Jiang Yuan showed his intentions.

Hearing this, Messef's face changed for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

St. Miris is a hero of the Holy Country, and his remains have naturally been preserved intact, but once the act of betraying the remains of heroes is known to the public, even the current Pope will have to step down in ashes, and besides, the strong people in the opposition are not without it, and it is full of danger.

"You're really...... Good appetite. ”

"It's normal, because I'm not short of things."

Jiang Yuan ignored the other party's verbal resistance, St. Miris was one of the seven heroes in the Third Great War of Humans and Demons, with his complete remains, as long as he matched it with sufficient materials, he would have the opportunity to refine into a brand-new soldier, and he would also have half of the god-level strength at the bottom.

Of course, he was more inclined to strengthen the Emperor Armor, which would save a lot of effort, and only then would he be able to stack his defense to the extent of resisting god-level opponents.

The reason why the alchemist soldiers are able to move like ordinary people and have different degrees of intelligence is because the creation authority of the true body of the main world has solved some of the mysteries of life.

"I need sincerity."

"My presence here means sincerity."

"Information on the exchange of the head of the Pope's eldest grandson for the remains of St. Miris."

"Yes."

Messeuf was amazed at Shaliye's cheerfulness, because he could make enemies with false information and was forced to side with him

"I am a brave man who drew the holy sword, and the feud between you and the Pope is well known, if I unite with the Pope, then the outside world will only think that your accusation is a frame-up, assuming that the Pope is rational enough, he will only turn his face against me after killing the person behind the scenes, as for what kind of person he is, I don't know if the truth is the same as the rumors, but you should be clear." Jiang Yuan said bluntly, lest this guy get angry.

Messef stroked his palm slowly, "That guy is as cold as a viper. ”

The deal was reached, Jiang Yuan took the assassination commission as an outsider, he raised his wine glass and drank the winter wine, an inexplicable forest cold poured into his throat with the wine, and the dwarf ancestral land added the strange minerals of the back mountain when brewing this rare wine, the degree is extremely high, and it can be used as an accelerant for ignition.

Standing aside, the Grand Knight Chief, who remained silent the whole time, handed over a scroll that recorded the information of the Pope's eldest grandson.

In the past, a high-ranking priest in the Holy State Church fell in love with a Lilliputian woman and conceived an heir, who later married and gave birth to a child named Cliff.

The priest was busy fighting for power, and both of the child's parents died, and he placed his grandson in an orphanage, only bringing Cliff back to the end of the struggle, and only the Pope's friends knew about it.

Tonight, the priest installed by the third cardinal in the camp of the fourth cardinal will host Cliff to dinner as a future father-in-law-to-be.

The Holy State is monogamous, and the essence of the dinner is a meeting, and Cliff is still young, but his marriage is clearly a very grand political bargaining chip.

The situation is complicated these days, but what someone has to do is be fairly simple, just kill the target.

"I hope we have a good time together." Messef stood up and said, the other party is just a passerby, and it is estimated that he will not stay after completing the commission, and the chance of the two meeting again is not very high.

(End of chapter)