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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 Selshan 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 'messenger' specially assigned by the boss.

For example, "Thank you so much for your support of my church. "Oh, the Church will certainly assist your government in exercising its 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 Nosnoah's smile under the clever words 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 came out of the side, and he interjected, "Oh, excuse me, this gentleman." You are a Templar of the Bane Church, how come I have never heard of you before? ”

"Ahem, Your Excellency seems to be well acquainted with the affairs of the Cult?" Penny glanced in astonishment at the man he already knew—one of his cheap father-in-law.

"It's true. I have a family member who used to be a member of your church. The red-robed mage bowed politely.

"This gentleman is Master Freez Ferrandlin, the current commander-in-chief of the Serre Army, and a supporter of my teaching. "Seeing that his companions didn't know the famous 'parishioner' in front of him," the pre-bishop coughed and reminded Penny.

"Ah, that's the father of the traitor Lannielou Ferrandrin. Penny blurted out busily.

Freez 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 the sincerity of Lord Ferrandlin to our religion. So it's time to 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.

"Ahh Alright then, please, our men will take you to the temporary station......" Nosnoah nodded with a smile. After taking away a cadre of Bane's church, 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. "But the emissary seems a little too young, and he doesn't look like he's very familiar with Searle's affairs," said Freze 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 is the husband of Dimidra Flas. Freze Ferrandlin shook his head: "Maybe it's going to 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, and all matters must be resolved at this meeting." You can't make any mistakes, you send a few capable spies to keep an eye on them, and in addition, send out all your manpower and army, and from now on, Serre will completely block the border, and the divisional boundaries in various places will also be opened. Don't let a fly in. ”

"Yes. Fraz 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 when he revisited the old place, he couldn't help but sigh a little, 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 Ferron 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 he does not know 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.

At a time when he didn't have much contact with this adult, for Penny, Sazastan was a legend, a myth and legend that belonged to the whole of Faeron, although this story accompanied by blood was not so wonderful in the eyes of many righteous people, but in any case. Sazastan is a mythical figure, but when this myth gradually enters his world, he deeply feels the mystery and incomprehension of this adult, and the slightest hint of danger hidden behind it.

The reason why I felt it. It was from the uneasiness in his heart that he felt that it would not be a good thing to follow Sazastan's script, but the hatred in his heart was constantly persuading him to reject his intuition, and there was no conclusive evidence that Sazastan was against him, and his reason was added to the opposition to his intuition, which made him feel very confused. Although his mind is extremely calm now, he occasionally falls into a fog because of this contradictory ~~-update~~ emotion.

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, and the wizard exhaled, and his trance-like eyes gradually became clear, and at this time. A familiar figure caught his eye, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as he remembered. This lady should be in the harbor of Murmaster now, taking care of his two-year-old child, how could she be in Eltabor 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 an eye, 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.

Everywhere in Serge, there are several chief eyeliners, and Rekita is a female streamer. How is it possible to escape such 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 moment, and now he was disguised in disguise, so different from the special envoy Dan Flynn that 'Rekita' did not even look at him, and went straight down the street. Penny breathed a sigh of relief, so it seemed that his identity was not revealed, but just when he wanted to sneak up to see what was going on, he hesitated in his heart: why did she appear in Celtabeth? With the shrewdness of this female colleague, it was impossible not to know the danger of Searle at the moment, and her relationship with Penny Thean, although relatively secret, was not a secret that was difficult to guess. Knowing that this female red robe had a close relationship with Sean before, then in the eyes of Neveron's party, she must be a dangerous person, and if Penny sat in Neveron's position, she would definitely take action without thinking too much.

Penny even thought of the worst possible outcome - whether Neveron already knew of his plan, or whether Sazastan betrayed him, in fact, they were all in the same boat, and they all wanted him, the little man who might influence the pattern of Serge's fate, to die - maybe this thought was a bit of a forced paranoia, but in the country of Serre, it was not surprising that there was such a ridiculous 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