Peragios Hris walked out of the Church of St. Mir, standing high above and overlooking the square below, he felt a sense of pride that he could see Mount Scarpolo.

Everything was developing according to his idea. Although he lost some face in his first conversation with Stanny Clemens, this time the story was already unfolding according to his script.

"There are also differences between religion and religion, the relatives of gods and the relatives of gods..."

Since 707 AD, the "Dragon Knight" Valentine I ended the chaos of the countries and established the first dynasty of the Valentine Dynasty, the first dynasty of the Valentine Dynasty, Yuanchu Cult has stood at the forefront of the world with the rapidly expanding Ausaint Emma.

Although the Port of New Orway? Harbor Temple does not want to slander the believer of Yurira, the god of the sea god who is also the Origin of the Origin of the Gods, Peragios has to say that in terms of historical heritage, the Origin of the Palace of the Origin of the Church is too much worse than the Origin of the Church.

They know, I know.

What they don't know, I know too.

This is the foundation of the empire.

Peragios opened his five fingers on his right hand, and a seemingly ordinary wooden ring on his index finger flashed with a faint blue light in the fog.

He didn't like his identity so much. Of course, some people may think that the prince of Osaint Emma actually doesn't like his identity. What kind of new variety of Versailles is this?

But those people often ignore it. After the title of "Prince", there is also a "one" to be added.

One of the princes, this made him very tired and tired. As long as he stayed in the solemn and almost suffocating Holy Capital City, every pore would feel a sense of depression, making him shorter.

Only the prince of Saint Helcoent, who can reach the top of the Holy Capital City, can have the right to breathe freely.

But he had to admit that this identity provided him with too many conveniences, such as in current occasions.

If he was not the prince of Osaint Emma and there was no huge empire and Yuanchu Church behind him, then he would probably be like the young half-elf who might have some talent but could only sit pitifully in the room and wait for everything to end, allowing things to develop like flowing through his fingers like flowing water, but he could not grasp anything.

Compared to being tired of his identity, he hates the feeling of "things cannot be dominated by himself".

Perhaps... it is a good choice to reach out to attract that poor little Count now?

At least it can make him see clearly why the empire is an empire, while La Rochelle is just a kingdom established by some empire rebels-

He ended his imagination, because a figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

Peragios narrowed his eyes and looked at the tall half-elf boy who walked out of the hazy mist.

I really want anyone to come.

"Count Adrien." He smiled and looked down at the half-elf boy under dozens of steps, and said loudly: "Has Bishop Clemens invited you too?"

Cyril looked up at Peragios above, then slowly walked up the steps.

It's just right.

"You can't just want to take advantage of the dusk to see the sunset by the sea? I think you can't see any beautiful scenery in this fog-"

Peragios looked at the half-elf boy without saying a word, and the smile on his face gradually restrained.

He watched Cyril slowly walk up until he stopped on the steps two steps in front of him - this distance was so close that it was uneasy compared to the previous few dozen steps.

If the young Count draws his sword at this time, he can easily pierce Peragios' lower abdomen. Peragios can now lift his foot and kick the young Count down with one foot.

"Is there anything I want to say, Count Adrien."

Peragios himself didn't notice that his voice had been so low that it was extremely dark, and a trace of darkness appeared in his eyes.

And Cyril just raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then said slowly: "His Highness Peragios Hris."

"If I'm right, Clemens's Crown should have allowed your country's fearless transport ship and the "Consul" to enter the waters around Juve Island, right?"

A slight doubt flashed in Peragios' eyes, but he did not hide it much and said bluntly: "Yes, does Count Adrien have any insights on this?"

"I heard for a long time that the Imperial Navy is heavy and steady, and is praised for its reputation as a fortress on the sea." Cyril replied, "This time, Your Highness made a righteous move to help the Harbor Temple overcome difficulties. I don't know if there is a chance..."

"Earl Adrien, do you want to board the ship when my fleet sets out?" Peragios's eyes lit up and he laughed, "No problem, seven Providence-class dreadnoughts, one consul, and the Paladin-class, the Earl boards whichever ship you want."

"Of course, Earl Adrien can go to Osaint Emma with me after this incident, and let you see the harbor of my empire—"

However, a bright smile appeared on the half-elf boy's face:

"Thank you for your kindness, but you won't need to board the ship."

"I just want to tell Your Highness that when your ships go out to sea, we will accompany you in the rear - that's all."

"Accompany?" Peragios's passion just now suddenly extinguished. He stared at Cyril's face, thinking about his meaning.

"Yes, by the way, the commander of the Sea God Guard has approved my ship's departure request." Cyril said, taking a step forward and stepping up the steps, leaving Peragios behind in a blink of an eye.

Only one light words left:

"His Highness Peragios Hris, I am just informing you, not asking for your permission-"

The prince stood on the steps, his hanging fists clenched tightly for some reason. When he turned around, the figure of the half-elf boy had already gone away and had never even left for him.

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"Bike Stanny Clemens, Prince Peragios Hris, Shandy Marion's choice, and Ivan Saxon, who was caught in the middle as a 'dog'."

"The bishop obviously can't get in. All I can contact is the prince of O'Saint Emma and Sandy Marion."

"Arixios, where is Sandy Marion now?"

"Just half an hour ago, Shandy Marion was invited to talk to the priests of St. Mill's Church."

Arixios looked at the young man hanging upside down at his window and replied helplessly, "Earl Adrien, you can walk through the main entrance... Do you want to come in and have a glass of wine?"

"No need, save this cup until the next time."

Cyril estimated the time and asked Arixios to find out where Shandi Marion was twenty minutes ago. Including the time on the road, it has been nearly forty minutes since Shandi Marion should have entered St. Mill's Church.

If it was a simple chat, it should have ended now; if the conversation continued, then I could just catch up with the one I was in.

As for Peragios on the steps? That was just a coincidence-

He quickly walked into St. Mill's Church and saw the white jade coral statue again. This time he quickly saluted and left, and walked straight into the corridor inside the church.

St. Mill's Church seemed empty at this moment, and even the guards who worked hard when they came last time - most of the Sea God Guards were transferred to participate in the battle to drive away the fog, and the disappearance of the first sea troops forced the guards in the church to leave their posts.

The reception room, the reception room, if the regular priests ask the candidates for council to talk, then these two rooms are undoubtedly the most suitable places.

But at this point in time, how could the priest have free time to invite candidates to talk and drink tea?

Who is likely to invite Sandy Marion?

The answer is about to come out.

Marcas Scotto, who is the priest of Harbor Temple, but in the bottom it is Evan Saxon.

Cyril sorted out the key figures of this incident: Stanny Clemens, the initiator of the incident, Shandy Marion, an important participant of the incident, Evan Saxon, and the executor of the mission given by Shandy Marion.

And O'Saint Emma, ​​Peragios Hris: the disruptor of the incident.

It is obviously a bit too challenging for a person's imagination to find a breakthrough simply by relying on the information in his hands. Even a well-known primary school student in Death must see enough clues before making correct reasoning.

Since he wanted to open a breakthrough, the most efficient way would naturally ask in person.

The wind-listening technique has been opened the moment he entered the church. Even though the complex magic barriers and traps inside the church restricted his invasion, Cyril easily searched every corner of the church with his current control ability against the wind.

In the church where the guards left, even a little sound would appear extremely abrupt. When Cyril walked straight through the reception room and reception room and came to a corner of a staircase, a sudden sound was like a thunderclap, attracting all his attention.

"What did you do what I asked you to do!"

It was Shandy Marion's voice that came from the upper floor!

Cyril immediately pressed his footsteps to the lightest. Before he escaped into the shadow, he did not forget to put on a human skin mask and transformed into "Sir Eiger". He jumped directly into the corridor on the second floor, and the door sign of the room opposite said "Marcas Scotto".

The sound comes from here.

The door was covered with a wide space, and it seemed that the people in the room did not expect Shandy Marion to suddenly be so loud. Cyril took the opportunity to get into the room, then climbed onto the door frame with the corner of the wall, and leaned against the ceiling of the corner of the door like a spider.

Just as the person at the table stood up, quickly walked to the door, closed the door, and locked it twice.

Cyril noticed that a layer of magic barrier had quietly activated as the door closed.

The man sat back at the table, dressed in priestly costume, and Cyril recognized him as Marcas Scotto--of course Ivan Saxon was disguised.

On the other side of the table was Sandy Marion.

The big belly candidate was anxious at the moment. It was obvious that he had just gotten angry and was still roaring:

"Tell me, what kind of shoddy stuff you have collected has made the Lost Mist become like this?"

"If the Bishop asked, how should I answer?"

"Marion, it's not yet possible to determine whether it's the Lost Fog." "Marcas Scotto" said slowly, as if comforting Sandy Marion.

"The information given to you by the Crown Prince did not explain clearly how powerful the Lost Mist is. Maybe the picture book was written incorrectly?"

"You are still quibbling!" Shandy Marion's face was twitching, "A whole advance team, more than ten cruisers disappeared in an instant! Is this the fucking mist of loss? Isn't this the mist of destruction?"

"What should I do if the Bishop Mikong holds me accountable now?!"

He slapped the table wildly, and his fat palms slapped loudly. Marcas Scotto said slowly:

"Marion, you don't have to worry..."

"Why aren't I in a hurry? Even if I don't hold me accountable, I can't stand it if I just lose money! So many Sea God Guards, plus more than a dozen cruisers! Do you know how big the number is this!"

But Marcas Scotto laughed instead. He stood up, paced around Marion with his hands behind his back, and said:

"Maryen, Marion, listen to me-is there a possibility that this is the effect of the hope of the Bishop's Covenant?"
To be continued...