"His Majesty the Pope, the news about 'Setia' is indeed true. Some blood clans broke the promise of that year, crossed the 'Mysterious Sea', and came to the scope of human activities."

A cardinal was kneeling in the main hall of St. Apolis Cathedral, with a slight trembling voice in his speech. Because the last time he could hear the oracle of the Pope was many years ago.

"I can still feel the great power of the Sun God, which means that the vow has not been broken."

The Pope's voice is not very old, but it is too lazy to make the sound not very loud. If you don't listen carefully, it will be difficult to hear clearly.

"So, how did they appear on the Blood Flame Continent?"

The Cardinal was extremely frightened at this time. If he hadn't been a little restrained in front of the Pope, he would have exclaimed now.

“Have you read the ‘Book of Creation’?

Oh yes, for these fifty years, the third chapter has been in the Fothia League.

...It must be someone who opened the ‘door’!”

The Pope, who was covered in plain robe, sat peacefully in the deepest part of the hall, as if he was talking to himself.

At this time, the Pope was not at his altar, and had no scepter, or a high crown that symbolized power. He just sat quietly and thought.

At this time, a beam of sunlight shone into the hall from the top of the dome, adding a mysterious color to the solemn and dark church. The dome seemed to be the gate to the gods of heaven.

"Go down and search with all your might! If you really just break the oath, it would be fine, I'm afraid... I'll hit it. That's the real horror."

After a long silence, the pope spoke again, looking at the Cardinal who didn't dare to raise his head, said softly.

"So should we send a 'God Punisher'?"

The Cardinal's back back was soaked at this time. He came from the distant city of Monique just to get a clear statement from the Pope.

"Send it all out! Let Rhode bring the Twelve Knights with him too! It should be helpful."

The Pope said lightly.

"yes!"

The Cardinal dared not disobey it, and he originally wanted to ask why the words he swallowed into his stomach.

But at this moment, his heart was beating rapidly, and he was inexplicably nervous. You should know that he was also a powerful magician in the Star Realm, but the fear in his heart still made him tremble continuously.

Are the Twelve Knights going to be dispatched? Why is this? Is there really a racial war again?

...

"Turu, are you sure this incident is related to the 'gate' incident you mentioned last time?"

An elderly magician in a white robe asked nervously.

"I'm not sure, but some children did dream of the 'gate', and the situation he described was the same as the 'book of creation', and then the story of the immortal clan coming to the Blood Flame Continent was followed. This is definitely not a coincidence."

True Randolph was discussing with several elders who were equally powerful in the headquarters of the Forthia Alliance, in the synagogue at the top of the "Tower of Elements".

"Take that kid here! See what else can I ask? If necessary, you can even use soul searching."

Suddenly, a man in a gorgeous tights, wearing a red open-breasted shawl and long boots sitting on the side said, his sharp eyes swept across all the magicians present.

"Melle, I know what you want to do, but since you have joined the Fothia League, you must abide by the rules here. This child is also a contractor of the Fothia League. If you do an experiment, I can provide you with others."

Trul glanced at Nikola Meller, who was dressed up. This was a newcomer who had just recently joined the Forthia League. Because of his outstanding alchemy and powerful strength in the Purple Nether Realm, he was quickly promoted to the position of elders and was qualified to participate in this important meeting.

"It's just a suggestion. There should be quite a few people here who can search souls."

Meller shrugged, and did not continue to speak, and seemed to be unrelated to his own affairs.

"I think what Meller said makes sense. Even if he doesn't use a tough approach, he should have the child come here once, at least let Mr. Alfred take a look."

The magician in white who was speaking at the beginning said in agreement.

Just when Trudeau wanted to argue, the middle-aged magician sitting in the first seat waved his hand and slowly stood up.

"Don't argue! This kid, Tru, please let him come over!

Anything about the ‘door’ must be taken seriously.

As for those vampires, let all the deacons act!

This matter has already involved human safety.”

Alfred, the oldest and most powerful magician in the Forthia League, finally made a conclusion.

"Okay, since you have decided so much, I will contact the child and ask him to come to the headquarters as soon as possible."

True Randolph bowed slightly and replied.

...

"Venus, Berod, have you not heard of vampires yet?"

Charles III sat on the throne of the main hall of the Chaya Empire, and was majestic.

In the hall, there were only two magicians who had not yet kneeled down, namely the "Virus Snake" magician who was named the national teacher and the Grand Duke Berod who was named the "Military Advisor".

"Report to my Majesty, all the knights have been sent out. When there is any news, they will be reported immediately."

Berod looked at the parchment paper in his hand, sighed inwardly and said heavily.

A gorgeous set of embroidered robes and a gorgeous red shawl, a short, scattered gray hair revealed from the white hairband. With his handsome face and mature and elegant manners, Berod has always been a fashion benchmark for the nobles of the Chaya Empire's Royal Palace and is deeply yearned for by all young people in the empire.

"All eyeliners are looking for. There is no news yet."

The black-clothed magician next to him lowered his head and replied.

"I have received an order from the Holy See of the Sun God that we must cooperate with all our strength this time. Not only us, but the other two empires have also taken action."

Charles III quickly glanced around his palace with a falcon-like look. Today, Charles III also brought a crown symbolizing majesty and power on his head to show his importance to this emergency convening meeting.

"My dear Majesty, I will definitely help you find that vampire. I already have some clues."

Berod took a step forward, said respectfully, and dragged a piece of paper over his hands.

"Yeah? Take it!"

After Charles III finished reading the parchment paper presented by Bellod, he frowned slightly, slowly raised his head, and stared at his military advisor with his eyes.

"Your Majesty, the information above is just some speculations. I am afraid of causing misunderstandings, so I submitted it to Your Majesty and asked Your Majesty to decide."

After Berold said that, he took a few steps back and then knelt down.

"Viol snake, take it and take a look!"

After thinking for a while, Charles III held his cheek with one hand, and handed the parchment with the other hand.

When the "Viral Snake" master looked carefully at the information on the parchment, he trembled unconsciously. This is rare for the national master who has always been ancient and unpredictable.

It clearly stated on the paper:

"In Shak, Flar and Fornell, there are suspected vampire 'members' appearing, and it is far before the trial of the 'Setia' site."

"Your Majesty, I'll go and investigate it thoroughly now!"

After seeing it, the poisonous snake bowed deeply to Charles III and turned around and left the hall.

"Okay, all of you will step down."

Afterwards, Charles III also issued an order to expel guests, and this time the parliament was originally held urgently.

His purpose was to let all ministers and dukes know the tension of things, and don’t cause trouble for yourself soon.

But Bellod's information also made him fall into deep worries.

"Clashing with the alien world is just a legend I saw in books when I was a child.

Alas, why did so many troubles happen in my generation?”

After Charles III yawned, he dragged his thick mink fur robe back to the bedroom.

However, Charles III's eyes looked more energetic than before in the parliamentary hall, and a smile appeared unconsciously on the corner of his mouth.

...

"Mr. Ivis, you are finally back. Give me the stuff and I'll help you move in."

Chirivel excitedly snatched Ivis's package.

"Little Qili, haven't you returned to the tribe? Why are you waiting for me here?"

In the next two days, Avis chose to sit back in the student's carriage and spent the last two days back to Garod College with Yarlin and other magicians.

Just as Avis got off the carriage, he saw Chirivel, who seemed to be taller in the crowd of crowds of greetings, and rushed over excitedly.

"I finally came back, my bones were about to fall apart. I needed to go back and get something delicious."

Then Yarlin, who got out of the car, patted his shoulder and turned his neck, and found that his servant had not arrived. His face changed slightly, and he felt a little dissatisfied.

"Yarlin, I'll go back to the dormitory first. If you have time, I'll have dinner together later."

After saying a simple greeting to the other two classmates who got off the bus, Avis took Chirivel towards the dormitory.

"Mr. Ives, I've actually been back, that's what I just came back the day before yesterday.

I also told Mr. Wright about dealing with the monster like a lion, buying a gun from an old handkerchief, and even encountering the "Viol Snake" national teacher.

He was also excited and said that he would come to Monique City to find you if he had the chance.
To be continued...