Penny and his party came to the foot of Mount Searle, and as the 'special envoy' of the Moon Sea, they were enjoying the reception of His Excellency Nosnoah.

As the 'Templar of the Bane Church' and the organizer and funder of the Searle Hill Church, it is not out of the ordinary that such an identity can be personally received by a chief, so Penny is very calm, and he has no stage fright in the face of the red-robed chief who is known as a curable child in the desperate Eastern Region, and even the 'Preparatory Bishop' next to him, who is ready to wait for the completion of the temple and take office, is also extremely surprised by the demeanor of the 'emissary' specially assigned by the boss.

For example, "Thank you so much for your support of my church. "Oh, the Church will certainly assist you in exercising your power in this land, which is in keeping with the tenets of our religion. And so on sounding very pleasant words, that is, not **, but also to show their position and confidence, this kind of diplomatic rhetoric, the death of this preparatory bishop does not believe that it will come from the mouths of the group of faith maniacs of the Guardian Warrior Order.

If you are willing to become a priest, I am afraid that the bishop here will not be myself...... Seeing the necromancer Nosnoa's bare smile under the rhetoric of the 'special envoy', the pre-bishop sighed in his heart.

It was not for nothing that the Church had a Templar replace him, a missionary-turned-prefectural bishop.

"Mr. Flynn, the design of the temple project provided by your church is truly flawless and impeccable. Nosnoah pointed to the drawings handed over by Penny, and praised in amazement, "It's very much in line with our own style." ”

"Thank you for your compliments, Your Lordship, that the Church should establish a place of faith in the heart of Serre, and of course in such a way that the people here will accept it naturally. Penny replied politely: "Our parishioners and colleagues in Serre have done a lot of preparation for this cooperation. ”

"Aha, that's really heartfelt. Nosnoah smiled, but a very handsome face turned out next to him, and he interjected, "Oh, excuse me, this gentleman, you are the Templar of the Bann Church? ”

"Ahem, Your Excellency seems to be familiar with the affairs of our religion?" Penny glanced in astonishment at the man he already knew—one of his cheap fathers-in-law.

"To tell you the truth, I have a family member who used to be a member of your religion. The red-robed mage bowed politely.

"This gentleman is Freez. Lord Ferrandrin, who is currently the commander-in-chief of the Serre Army, is also a supporter of my teaching. Seeing that his companions did not know the famous 'parishioner' in front of him, the Bishop coughed and reminded Penny.

"Ah, it turned out to be the traitor Lannilou. Ferrandlin's father. Penny blurted out busily.

Fretz. Ferrandlin's face suddenly froze: "She is a disgrace to our family, and she actually defected abroad with a rebel." ”

"Of course, we believe in Lord Ferrandrin's sincerity towards our religion, so we can change the subject. Seeing that something was wrong with the topic, the pre-bishop hurriedly played a round.

This is a major event for the Bann Church to open up a new faith position in Searle, how can it be ruined because of a few small misunderstandings? The people in front of him are all big people in Searle, and it is really not worth offending one or two words that don't taste right.

At the same time, he was also secretly complaining in his heart that this 'Templar' was too unstable, and he was full of diplomatic rhetoric just now, but now he is full of fire and offends people, which makes people feel uneasy.

"Ah, okay then, please here, our people will take you to the temporary station to settle ......" Nosnoah nodded with a smile, and took away the people from the Bane Church, and his eyebrows darkened: "Why does this Bane's messenger seem a little unreliable?"

It fits the image of Bane's followers, polite and good at rhetoric, but extremely sensitive when it comes to church affairs. "Freze. "But this emissary seems a little too young, and he doesn't look like he's very familiar with Searle's affairs," said Ferrandrin. ”

"Of course, one of the lucky ones who was appreciated by the Lord Murmaster was said to have just joined the Church...... Soon......" North's eyes flickered twice, "But to be honest, is that Lord and us on the side?"

"He's Dimijo. Frass's husband. "Freze. Ferrandlin shook his head: "Maybe it will be neutral." ”

"It doesn't matter if it's neutral, three days later it's the Supreme Council of Serre. Nosnoah waved his hand: "Lord Duxusrem has returned to heaven, all affairs must be resolved at this meeting, no extraneous complications can be made, you send a few capable spies to keep an eye on them, in addition, send out all your men and troops, that is, the Searle completely blocks the border, and the divisional enchantments in various places must also be opened, and not a single fly is allowed in." ”

"Yes. "Freze. Ferrandlin agreed.

Perhaps Serre's hundred-year-long battle was coming to an end, Nosnoah thought for a moment and launched the teleportation technique with a blank expression.

......

Avoiding the clumsy spies and the relatively low-level magic tracking was a no-brainer for a wizard like Penny, who had never been contacted by Sazastan, who had just wanted to visit the nearby city of Eltabor on a whim.

After all, he hadn't returned to Searle for a long time, and he couldn't help but sigh a little when he revisited the old place, he was infinitely close to the goal, and revenge was just around the corner, which made his heart float, his expression hesitated, and he began to think about what happened after revenge.

Fighting for world domination is unrealistic for him, and no one in Faeron can do that now, and perhaps it would be a good idea to run a kingdom of his own on the Dragon's Coast or somewhere else, after all, he is not confident that he will survive forever - in the treacherous multiverse, I am afraid that any living thing must have the consciousness to die at any time, and Penny himself is no exception, and there is only so much he can do in a life that knows how long it will be.

Of course, those are all things in the future, and the future things are going to be said in the future, and Penny is now thinking about the present.

He was so close to his goal, but he always had a strong sense of inappropriateness in his heart, which stemmed from the Lich Lord who had brought him back to his homeland.

When he didn't have much contact with this adult, for Penny, Sazastan was a legend, belonging to the myths and legends of the whole of Faeron, although this bloody story was not so wonderful in the eyes of many righteous people, but in any case, Sazastan was a mythical figure, but when this myth gradually entered his world, he deeply felt the mystery and incomprehension of this adult, as well as the slightest hint of danger hidden behind it that was almost imperceptible.

The reason why he felt it was from the uneasiness in his heart, he felt that if he followed Sazastan's script, it might not be a good thing, but the hatred in his heart was constantly persuading him to reject his intuition, there was no conclusive evidence that Sazastan was against him, and his reason was added to the opposition to intuition, which made him feel very confused, although his mind was now very calm, but occasionally because of this contradictory emotion into a fog.

Right now, on the streets of Eltab, he was once again caught up in this difficult mental struggle, until his head grew a mess.

For a moment, the methodological thought calmed him down, the wizard exhaled, his trance-like eyes gradually became clear, and at this time, a familiar figure caught his eye, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, according to his memory, this lady should be in the harbor of Murmaster now, taking care of his two-year-old child, how could she be in Altabor now?

He walked forward with a calm demeanor, but the corners of his mouth were a little bitter, and after a second look, he could confirm that he was indeed not dazzled, although this woman was also dressed, but many features could not be concealed even if he wanted to, the most conspicuous was the pair of large-framed glasses with thick lenses.

There are several chief eyeliners everywhere in Serge, how can Rekita, a female streamer, escape this kind of pervasive surveillance?

How could it be that he had just arrived in Serre and that this kind of thing had happened?

However, he did not panic for a while, and now he is disguised in disguise, which is with the special envoy Dan. Flynn was so different that 'Rekita' didn't even look at him, and went straight down the street, and Penny breathed a sigh of relief, so that his identity was not revealed, but just as he wanted to creep up and see what was going on, he hesitated:

Why did she appear in Celtaburg? With the shrewdness of this female colleague, it is impossible not to know the danger of Searle, her and Penny. Sean's relationship, although relatively secret, is not a secret that is difficult to guess - knowing that this female red robe has a close relationship with Sean before, then in the eyes of Neveron's party, she must be a dangerous person, if Penny sits in Neveron's position, he will definitely take action without thinking too much.

Penny even thought of the worst-case outcome—whether Neveron already knew about his plan, or if Sazastan betrayed him, but they were all in the same boat, hoping that he, the little man who might influence the pattern of Serge's fate, would die without a hitch - maybe this thought was a bit of a forced paranoia, but in the country of Serge, it was not surprising that there was no such absurd situation, so Penny was doubly careful.

After a moment of consideration, he quietly embellished the inexplicable appearance of Rikita from another path, and after changing several directions to make sure that he was not exposed, he saw Rikita enter a rudimentary hut, and Penny did not follow - he was afraid that it would be a trap to lure the king into the urn.

So he found an inn not far from the building, remembered the location, wandered around for about two hours before entering the tavern, asking for a glass of water and a few plates of snacks, and after eating and drinking, he rented a room on the second floor, and went up to take a long look at the house that Rekita had entered.

But when he opened the bedroom, he was stunned.

A pair of large eyes watched him quietly behind the lenses of a pair of large-rimmed glasses, but the owner of the glasses was not Rekita.

It was a half-grown girl who looked to be at most fourteen or fifteen years old, very fair and delicate, so that at first glance, the mood unconsciously settled, and she had short black hair, but Penny could tell that it was painted.

It's a small bald head.

"Hello, Penny. Sean. The half-grown girl smiled, her voice was clear and pleasant, and she was not disgusted: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Penny turned his head back and poked his head out of the room, looking left and right at no one, before he closed the door with his hand, and he looked at the smiling girl in front of him and began to guess her identity.

For a long time, he had an unreliable answer, but he didn't say it, but waited for the other party to speak.

(To be continued)