His Excellency Bishop Todd, who arrived at the manor in the morning, waited until after dinner.

"Captain, does the bishop like you?" Allegri, who was drinking tea and thinking, almost spit out when he heard this.

"Say, what are you talking about, Cyrell. ”

Cyrul grinned, "You two sat on a wooden chair and talked all afternoon, and he didn't leave because he didn't have anything to do. ”

"He also slaps you on the thigh. Bai Ji next to him added seriously.

Allegri couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and only after a long time did he shake his head and smile,

"He's been asking me about you, Cyrell. ”

Now it was Cyrell's turn to be stunned and disbelief, "How come?"

"Why not, such a simple lad, blushing when you speak, think about it?" Allegri laughed, "Cullen is dead anyway." ”

"Forget it," Cyril shook her head, "the dead hunters won't admit his 'simple' nature. ”

"I have a lot of lives on my hands. Allegri stretched out his hands, as if there were traces of blood.

"You're a mage, a villain," Cyrell emphasized, "and he's a bishop, a holy priest. ”

"And," Cyrel added, "I'm cultivating demonic energy. ”

"It seems that I, as a 'love saint', am about to lose in the first battle of my debut," Allegri sighed, looking very embarrassed, "Poor Todd will send a reward tomorrow, do I accept it or not?"

But looking at his expression, he didn't seem to be confused.

Todd became a regular visitor to the estate, and Cyrell would occasionally speak to him, but she was mostly lukewarm.

As for the others, they were familiar with him, and there was even a little barbarian who was almost fooled by him into becoming a believer in light.

"You're very skilled," Allegri snorted, "and I'll give it a try?"

"Forget it," Todd looked for Cyryl and waved his hand, "You're hopeless." ”

"By the way, what's going on in the Snowton Empire?" Allegri asked, although the mercenary guild could also find out the news, but in terms of authority, Todd was the only reliable source of information.

"There's no Snowton Empire anymore, it's now the Holy Principality of Yonas, and the Snowton junta of Nacini," Todd explained, "and the junta is pressing, and the front is pushing north, and it's only a few hundred miles away from Vanuna." ”

"The Church of Light won't remain indifferent, will it?" Allegri mused.

"Of course not, according to the information I have received, the reinforcements of the Holy Alliance have bypassed the Iron Wall Pass to the east, preparing to open a passage between the 'Fortress of Sorrows' and the 'Necronomical Wilderness', and go north along the Whispering Forest to attack the junta directly from the flank. ”

"Nacini won't be unguarded. Allegri affirmed.

"As long as he is attracted to transfer his forces and relieve the pressure on the frontal battlefield, the purpose of the church has actually been achieved. ”

"Yes, Nacini has to fight on two fronts, and the church has to maintain a long passage, so the war should be stalemate," Allegri shook his head with a wry smile, "Compared to the enemy, Nacini's war potential is too poor, and it will be consumed." ”

"Not necessarily," Todd blinked, "the Holy Alliance isn't a monolithic inside it. ”

"Don't talk about that," Allegri shook his head and stretched, "How's going on your father's side?"

"There are three vice-presidents of the Inquisition, and my father is not the most powerful among them," Todd frowned slightly, "The Grand Inquisitor has not been able to recover for a long time, and the most powerful 'shadow weaver' Penelope has been besieged by my father and Master Maximi because of the loss of Gregory's vitality, and the situation has gradually become clear." ”

"Did he compliment you?"

"Of course, he wrote to me because of Gregory," Todd seemed even more pleased, "and this is the first time in the world. ”

"Congratulations, you didn't confess to me, did you?" Allegri laughed.

"Of course I didn't mention the name Allegri, and by the way, congratulations on one thing, I just got the news from my father. Todd remembered something.

"What?"

"Your hunt warrant has been distributed everywhere, congratulations on your leap to the twenty-eighth place on the Inquisition's 'hunt list', I'm afraid you'll soon become famous. ”

The holy city of Ranken, at the foot of the White Tower is a continuous white thorn forest.

At the edge of the woodland is a newly built log cabin with the characteristic scent of pine.

The plain white futon brought out the charming and stunning appearance of the Grand Inquisitor, Anarysta, her long burgundy hair was scattered on the white pillowcase, and her weak face looked unusually pale.

"I really didn't expect it, really," the former "Spider Queen", the shadow obscured the entire continent, but now she could only murmur weakly, "The one who still follows me the last is you, Sylves." ”

"Judge, do you hate Allegri?" Silves handed her the porcelain bowl containing the viscous potion.

"This is all the fate set for me by the God of Light, when the light shines, the shadow will cease to exist," she shook her head, and drank the unpleasant potion, and only at this time could she slightly feel the moving style of her previous decisive killing, "Those three guys, are they still fighting?"

"Yes, Penelope sent the 'butcher' to hunt down Allegri, I just got the news that he was killed in a clash with the local security forces, and Penelope, who lost a general, was surrounded and suppressed by Schiller and Maximi, and could only support himself. ”

"After Penelope's strength is greatly damaged, he will definitely seek to join forces with the weaker Maximi to deal with Schiller, and the battle between the three of them will probably continue for a long time," Anarysta's mind was still wise and clear, and she sighed, "This is good news, at least they can't take the time to deal with us, but the strength of the Inquisition will be at least more than fifty percent lost in this big battle." ”

"As long as you can regain your strength, the Inquisition will not die," Silves said respectfully, "I have begged His Excellency the Archbishop to think of a solution. ”

Anarysta turned her head to the side with some effort, staring at the handsome subordinate with her eyes swirling with endless smoke, and wanted to say something, but at last she only sighed.

Long ago, she was the "Spider Queen" entrenched on the Black Gold Throne, contemplating a new capture of Ellen Elendil, and the tide of shadows was sweeping across the continent under her wielding chains.

The heir to the "Holy Eye" family, a promising white-robed priest, stood in front of her and applied to join the Inquisition.

"Then you are welcome to join, my little spider, and I hope there will be no day when you cry and beg me to let you go out of this shadow. ”

Facing the handsome little priest like sunshine, she remembered saying it herself. And now?

Sunlight shone through the cracks in the cabin, and Anarysta fell into memory, and Silves looked at her face.

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