In the distance, in the holy capital of Heratium, the Holy Church of Seslia stands quietly under the majestic and rich night.

In a small prayer hall surrounded by luxurious and exquisite religious buildings, the cast-iron door closed slowly after the last figure entered, and no light peeked through the cracks. Compared to the surrounding buildings, this small scripture hall was inconspicuous at all, but it was in such an inconspicuous building that all the high-ranking administrators of the Cesslia Holy Sect gathered tonight.

The interior of the hall is surrounded by a circular chanting platform, which is one layer after another, extending upwards one after another, and when viewed from above, it looks like a "deep well" that is gradually shrinking. There are candles burning quietly on the countertop, and the dim light of the fire illuminates the prayer hall with a hazy and illusory feeling.

And sitting on the ground at the bottom of the "deep well" was Nora who had survived the battle of Covetan, but looking at her decadent complexion, it was obvious that she had not fully recovered. The white silk robe was stained with coagulated mottled blood, and there were even faint blood stains oozing out in some places, the messy long hair covered most of the haggard face, the weak moans were like nothing, the two hands stretched out from the robe, slender and pale, the black iron chains tightly wound them together, and the cold iron chains were tightly embedded in the pale skin, slightly reddened.

And on the rostrum that stretched upwards sat the prominent bishops of the Holy Church of Cesslia, whose faces were either resolute, soft, indifferent, or sneering behind the beating candlelight. They were silent, as if they were waiting for something, or perhaps they were thinking about something, and neither of them wanted to break the silence of the moment. But what was surprisingly unanimous was that none of them had set their sights on Nora at the "bottom of the well", and even if they did, they only passed by inadvertently, with a kind of indifferent disdain. It was as if the white figure that was almost prostrate on the ground was not real, or that the white figure seemed to them to be like a grass mustard ant, not worth mentioning.

Behind the chanting platform on the top floor, a crimson wooden door creaked open in a quiet atmosphere, and a man in a white robe slowly stepped into the prayer hall, and everyone's eyes were raised almost at the same time, looking up at the figure slowly approaching the chanting platform. His white robe was inlaid with a circle of delicately made silver piping on the neckline, cuffs and edges of the robe, and the body of the robe seemed to be sporadically decorated with silver decorations. In a trance, it can give people the illusion of being in a miracle. His face was also shrouded in that soft light, although it was not possible to see his facial features and contours, but in that light, there was no doubt that he was as handsome as a god's mansion.

He gently pulled away the chair beside him and sat down slowly, the crimson wooden door gradually closing behind him, and the soft light around him faintly dissipated as he sat down, but what did not disappear was his still admirable face, which was still as admirable as a god's mansion. The golden hair is slightly curled, the slender eyelashes as soft as feathers are densely covered with deep eyes, the high nose bridge has a clear texture, the bright full lips are vivid and sexy, and the soft white skin is suddenly the most vivid and flawless perfect work of the artist's pen, perhaps it can be called "the face of an angel".

He is the Pope, the supreme authority of the Holy Church of Cesslia, the spokesman of God!

"First of all, I would like to thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this impromptu meeting, and then ......," the Pope's voice was faint, but with an irresistible magnetism, "and it is a pity that you have been summoned because the latest Black Notice hunt failed ......"

"Of the four black-robed emissaries who were dispatched, three were killed and one was seriously wounded!" the Pope's deep eyes lifted slightly, and his gaze inadvertently swept over everyone in front of the chanting platform below, "This is the most serious mistake of the Holy Sect since its establishment, and in terms of proportion, the casualties this time are somewhat unexpectedly heavy. Guys, do you have any thoughts on this?"

"Barrow Just...... "An old man slowly approached the candle flame, his old wrinkled face gradually revealed in the dancing candle flame, his hoarse and vigorous voice sounded very uncomfortable, revealing a cold feeling, "I remember that he was the commander of this operation, right?"

"Yes!" a young voice came from above the old man, giving an affirmative answer, "Is there any problem?"

"If I'm not mistaken, his combat power should already be ranked A-level, right?" The old man's voice came again, a pair of eyes in his old face were extremely sharp, and the sharp gaze gradually rose, firmly locking on the direction from which the young voice came, but there was only a flickering candle flame there, and the young face was deeply hidden in the shadows that the candle flame could not reach, "Who is it in a small town like Covetan...... With such a great ability, can you defeat the combat power of the A-rank?"

"But there's more than one A-rank...... a cold female voice abruptly intervened in the conversation between the two, she giggled, and seemed to sound a little gloating, "There's also an A-level combat power with him, Kazidi Bartomia, he's a little miserable, he just got promoted to A-rank, and he died in a place like Covitan before he could do a good job for the Holy Sect?" am I right, Lord Hugh Graffel, the white-robed archbishop?"

"Indeed......" the young voice whispered again, "you are telling the truth. ”

"Then, I have a question that I don't understand......" The woman's voice gradually became cold, and her faint face gradually rose after the candlelight, and her ambiguous gaze seemed to wander in front of the chanting platform located on the upper floor, intentionally or unintentionally, "It is your white-robed envoy's mission that is responsible for detecting, collecting, and summarizing intelligence, right? So the reason for the failure of this mission is because the information you collected is flawed? Or is the black-robed archbishop's analysis of intelligence too hasty?"

"Interesting!" At this time, another slightly mocking and rough voice joined the discussion, the source of the voice was a middle-aged man with a grim-looking face, he looked coldly at the woman sitting opposite, and his voice was full of undisguised dissatisfaction, "Did you leave all the losses of this mission to the white robe and the black robe? Have you forgotten...... The target of this arrest was the target of the Red Notice under the charge of your red-robed emissary seventeen years ago, but it's a pity...... You have never been able to capture your target, and you have even lost track of your target for a while, so the Holy Cult has decided to list her as a target on the Black Notice. ”

"Interesting, indeed!" the woman smiled charmingly, but her voice was cold to the bone, "You mean that the Pope's defeat caused this embarrassing ......"

"What are you talking about, Liana?" the man suddenly roared, interrupting the woman rudely.

"Don't you know that it was the Pope who was in charge of this case seventeen years ago?" said the woman named Liana, hiding the corners of her mouth and smiling secretly, "when the Pope was still the Red Robe Archbishop...... Are you blatantly questioning the Pope's competence by saying this?"

"You ......" The man was obviously speechless for a moment, he didn't know how to refute, but was choked by the woman with an angry face.

"Yusri Mars!" the young voice came faintly from above again, without the slightest fluctuation in his voice, and he didn't seem to care about Lianana's questioning and taunting just now, "It was he who knocked down Barrow Just. ”

"The former deputy head of the [Slayer]?" the old man's face was also faintly moved, although many years had passed, it was obvious that the name could still intimidate him, "He ...... How could he be in Covetan?"

"We also deduced from the information we have gathered recently that Su Anli and he have been hiding in Covitan for many years, and they have even managed to change their own 'real' identity. However, because Su Anli was a very famous performer of the Royal Cabaret Theatre seventeen years ago, she was a dazzling public figure in the upper class of Heratim, and there were not a few nobles who knew her face, so she faintly exposed a flaw recently, and we investigated the whereabouts of Lina Claude by the way. The young man named Hugh Grafael paused and was silent for a while, his face gradually approached the candlelight, and the unusually delicate face in the cold fire light seemed a little unreal, and the eyes reflecting the dancing candle flame looked calmly at the opposite side of him, a face shrouded in a silver mask, "The report we provided to the black-robed envoy mentioned in detail the situation in Covetan at this moment, but unexpectedly, in addition to the previous deputy head of the [Slayer], someone else accidentally intervened in this matter......”

"Indeed, even if Yusri Mars interferes with this arrest, he will not be able to successfully defeat the two A-level black-robed envoys, not to mention that we have planted [Flame Burst Seeds] on every A-level messenger, as long as their hearts stop beating, then the [Flame Burst Seeds] will be triggered, and the explosion caused is devastating, even if they have extraordinary soul power, it is impossible to survive at close range...... The old man looked at the young man in the upper class with some confusion, and there was always a hazy feeling in that delicate face that people couldn't see clearly, "Who is this person who accidentally intervened?"

"The identity of the other party is a bit special, and I didn't expect him to intervene in this matter. Hugh Grafael looked at the Pope, who was sitting at the top of the chanting platform without saying a word, "The upstart of [Viper], the young master of the Troxi, Major General Eisen!"