Archbishop Vicmar immediately turned around, only to find that there was nothing in his eyes, and there was nothing behind him.
Everything is still so quiet.
"...Has the demon already affected this place?" Archbishop Vicmar hesitated for a while.
According to common sense, no one can sneak into the underground of the Holy Relics Hall. Regardless of the powerful divine suppression here, there are hundreds of guards guarding the outside. It is impossible for anyone to break in silently.
But thinking about what happened today, there were actually cultists sneaking into the Holy Relics Hall of the Church of Justice, and they even had the audacity to whisper in his ears that he was a heretic.
Some people have reached the point of being unscrupulous and daring!
Archbishop Vicmar searched the room carefully and found that there was indeed no one in the room. He hesitated for a while, thinking that he might be hallucinating. After all, today he suddenly discovered that Chaos believers could appear in the cathedral. His health had improved.
The alertness is understandable.
The Archbishop continued to look through the books.
Wekema has always been critical of the performance of many pastors and regional bishops of the Church of Justice.
Because many priests and bishops are more willing to participate in aristocratic court politics and raise large amounts of donations than normal clergy to guide the faith and drive away the threat of Chaos and vampires.
The teachings of the God of Justice are "Justice does not distinguish between high and low" and "Justice requires a price".
This is a good doctrine, but in human history, there has never been a shortage of clergy who maliciously distorted the teachings of gods for their own benefit.
Many priests always like to separate believers from gods. They advocate that "faith must have channels", that is, mortals cannot simply believe in gods directly, but must believe in gods through the church, and then enjoy the financial offerings and status of believers.
Vicmar has been committed to cracking down on these corrupt clergy, but the Archbishop also knows in his heart that everyone has demands. In addition to faith, people at least need to fill their stomachs. Real living saints rarely exist, even the Knights of the Holy Grail.
We also want to eat
Good wine and good meat, so what Vicmar has to do is to punish and suppress, rather than beat to death with a stick. As for the small amount of loss during transportation, there are also the occasional three-thousandths to one-thousandths of the bishop's tribute in some areas.
The Archbishop had no choice but to let Wu come and go as he pleased.
Luther Hus was a young and devout fighting priest. This priest discovered many shortcomings within the Church of Justice. He made many suggestions directly to the Holy See Council. Archbishop Vicmar paid great attention to it. He wanted to bring it to justice.
The pastor was transferred to Braunschweig to consult face to face and correct some bad policies.
In a corner two rooms away from here, Ryan shook his head indifferently: "A sneak attack is unlikely. The two of us cannot take down Archbishop Vicmar in a short time. We can neither kill him with a sneak attack, nor must we make peace with him."
If he fights, this will put us in a desperate situation!"
While Vikma was flipping through the book, Ryan and Tigris originally wanted to knock the Archbishop unconscious in one breath through a sneak attack. There was a Holy Spirit carriage in the Relics Hall. Vikma's command scepter and his ring could release the gods.
Use the magic technique to activate the carriage and take them out.
A strong man from the holy realm is a strong man from the holy realm. He is really too alert. Ryan just released a little bit of murderous intent thirty meters away. The archbishop immediately instinctively warned.
"Sneak attacks are not possible. We need to change our thinking." Ryan thought for a while and whispered: "Your Excellency Vicmar will not look at those classics for too long. He should know that he will be exposed to the taboo classics contaminated by Chaos for a long time.
No benefit."
"For humans, one and a half hours is the most. If this archbishop is not stupid, he won't stay too long." Teclis prepared a super powerful spell in his hand. He carefully let the power of the spell dissipate to avoid letting people
find.
The Great Elf Spell, the Magic Network Seal, this magic can completely imprison some powerful beings and stop their time completely. Eighth-level spells and spells below the eighth-level cannot be used in the Holy Relic Hall. The original plan of the two people was Ryan
A sneak attack, Teclis was imprisoned, and then Lane knocked out Vikma again.
As a result, the plan failed and Vicmar was too vigilant.
"In that case... Tigris, let's go there." Ryan rolled his eyes and showed a beast-like smile: "Let's go to Vikma's bedroom."
The two of them carefully arrived at Archbishop Wickmar's bedroom. The bedroom was very simple, with a cup of cold coffee, Luther Hus's order and half-eaten black bread on the wooden table.
Tigris held Lilith's Moon Staff and looked at the environment: "It's impossible to hide in the closet or under the bed. Do you think Lord Vicmar would be so stupid that someone would ambush you in the bedroom?"
Will you fall asleep when the time comes?"
Ryan stretched out an index finger, shook it from side to side, and pointed at the coffee: "The God of Justice hates believers who waste food."
"Poison?" Teclis said expressionlessly.
"It's not poison, it's medicine." Ryan took out a small paper bag from the space ring. Inside the paper bag were some white powdery crystals: "This medicine is not poisonous. It will only make people sleepy. It cannot be detected by a silver needle."
Come out."
Ryan folded a corner of the small paper bag and poured some powder into the coffee.
"Shashasha~"
Tigris finally had a smile on his face: "Is this what Orika gave it to you?"
"How do you know?" Ryan was a little surprised.
"The dark elves are the best at playing such little tricks... and the Kelendia family..." The two of them hid outside: "You have to learn to be happy, Ryan. If she doesn't really want to be your maid, she may take it out at any time.
You poison yourself."
They sat behind the coffin in a corridor. Ryan smiled and said, "I never have to force myself."
"This has nothing to do with whether you use force. The dark elves don't care whether you use force or not, and it doesn't matter if you succeed. For elves, there is no concept of chastity." Teclis said to Ryan: "The dark elves enjoy the process, and after enjoying it
If you want to take revenge, some dark elves will cut off the man's penis and keep it as a collection, just because you let her experience the feeling of happiness."
"..." Ryan felt that the cool breeze in the underground building complex was a little noisy today.
"Do elves have no such concept at all? After getting married, they can go out and do whatever they want?" They had to wait for a while, and he happened to be chatting with Teclis.
"...That's because you are overthinking it. For high elves, they are not taboo only when they don't have a fixed partner. If they choose a fixed partner, even after getting married, the elves are very self-sufficient and serious, just like
My brother Tyrion, since he and Alarielle became partners, he has rarely been out and about." Tigris knew that Ryan was thinking wrong again, and he tried to clear his brother's name.
"No, I heard Lilith say that the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen are husband and wife." Ryan complained.
"That's right, the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen are legally married." Tigris was speechless: "But all the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen have to do is give birth to the next Eternal Queen, and then they can separate and look for each other. Mate."
"So... the next Eternal Queen will be the child of Fenuba and Alarielle?" Ryan then complained that the Fairy of the Lake had told him these things.
"Well..." Teclis was in a dilemma and was speechless.
Everyone in Ulthuan knows that the next Everqueen is the child of Tyrion and Alarielle and has nothing to do with Fenubar. This Phoenix King and the Everqueen have not even slept together for a day.
Regardless of whether he admitted it or not, he had violated what he had emphasized with Ryan before, and the Supreme Mage simply remained silent.
Ryan smiled, and he did not ask any more questions. There was no need to get to the bottom of some things. He understood Teclis. The Supreme Mage helped him a lot, and he also wanted to save Teclis some face.
An hour later, Archbishop Vicmar finally finished browsing the taboo books and returned to his bedroom. He picked up the cold coffee, smelled it, and then checked with a silver needle. After making sure that there was no problem, "ton ton ton" He drank it all in one gulp, took a few bites of black bread, and corrected documents in his bedroom.
Ryan motioned to Tigris to continue waiting patiently.
Another half hour passed, and Archbishop Vicmar finally fell asleep on the table as he began to snore.
The time has come!
"Quick! This medicine has a very poor effect on the strong men in the sanctuary! It can take up to an hour! We must find a way to escape quickly!"
"Walk!"
Tigris and Lion lifted Archbishop Vikmar off the table.
The two men anxiously held the archbishop's body and ran all the way up: "Quick, quick!"
Vicmar's body was very heavy, and the various magical instruments and jewelry on his clothes weighed more than 200 kilograms. In order to make as little noise as possible between the two of them, Ryan simply carried the archbishop on his back.
After a frantic run, they ran out of the basement. A golden carriage was placed inside the Relics Hall. Ryan hugged the archbishop's body and lifted it into the carriage. Tigris pressed Vic's horse's ring on it. On the carriage's mechanism.
The divine power contained in the ring caused the carriage to start and send out a call. Seeing this, Ryan and Tigris breathed a sigh of relief. They sat on one side, squeezing the fallen archbishop to the right and leaning against the carriage window. location.
"Drive!" Ryan waved the reins gently and signaled the horses to go out. The four tall horses recognized that Ryan was not their master. However, because both Ryan and Teclis exuded an aura that made the animals very comfortable, they still Decide to obey.
The carriage slowly drove out of the Holy Relics Hall.
Outside the Holy Relics Hall, the lights were bright. Hundreds of ascetics, more than a hundred paladins, and more than 200 combat priests were patrolling nearby. When they saw the Archbishop's carriage driving out of the Holy Relics Hall, these clergymen stopped what they were doing. Regarding the matter, he expressed his respect for Archbishop Vekmar: "I offer you my respect, Your Majesty Vekmar!"
"Charlemagne bless us!"
"For my lord!"
The curtains on the car window opened a corner, Archbishop Vicmar closed his eyes tightly, and seemed to be thinking deeply. He did not wave as usual, but nodded deeply.
The guards were very surprised. Even though Archbishop Vicmar was usually very serious, he was not silent at all.
The curtains on the car windows were lowered again. The guards were secretly frightened by the Archbishop's inscrutability. They wondered if there was something wrong with them that caused the Archbishop to be in a bad mood.
Due to the heresy incident, the current Cathedral of the Church of Justice has a sentry every five steps, and a post every three steps. Ryan secretly looked through the gap in the car curtain, and his heart almost lifted to his throat. The entire vicinity of the Holy Relics Church
Crowded with witchers and guards! If this were exposed, even he and Teclis would not be able to successfully escape!
Once what they have done is discovered, the two of them will face an almost lifeless outcome!
The wheels of the carriage were turning, Ryan's forehead was already sweating, and Teclis' hand holding the staff turned slightly white.
Fortunately, there weren't many accidents along the way, and the carriage drove out smoothly.
The entrance to the Church of Justice’s Cathedral is not far away! As long as they are some distance away from the gate of the Church of Justice’s Cathedral, they can easily escape! The horses remember the location of the Cathedral of the Holy Relics, and they will send the Vic horses back to the Cathedral of the Relics.
of.
Five hundred meters.
Two hundred meters.
One hundred meters.
Just twenty meters away from the gate, a sudden change occurred! A red regional bishop led several battle priests and demon hunters to stop the carriage: "Your Majesty Vic, I am very sorry to disturb you, but
We have something here for you to decide."
The curtain of the carriage opened, and Archbishop Vicmar's face appeared in front of the cardinal. He still had his eyes closed, his long mustache and face looked very serious. The archbishop nodded slowly,
It seems that he intends to listen to the report of his subordinates.
"His Majesty the Emperor was shocked when he heard the news about the appearance of Chaos Cultists in the Cathedral. The Flag Officer, His Excellency Ludwig, had already led the army to the castle of the fallen nobles to quell the rebellion. The Emperor sent someone to ask us whether the Church of Justice
Can you send a team of paladins and some demon hunters to help Ludwig?" the cardinal asked loudly.
Behind the curtains of the carriage, Archbishop Vicmar's eyes were still closed. He kept nodding his head, but did not give any instructions.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Vicmar, can you send out paladins and demon hunters?" Seeing that the Archbishop just nodded with an ambiguous attitude, the Cardinal asked anxiously: "My Majesty, Your Majesty, the Archbishop, please give me a clear decree! Emperor
The envoy is waiting for your decision."
Vicmar still just nodded.
At this time, the guards and demon hunters in the hall felt that something was wrong. The cardinal was even more surprised. He began to approach slowly and tried to touch the door of the carriage: "My archbishop? What happened?
What's going on? Please speak?"
Too bad!!!
In the carriage, Ryan was still nodding while holding Archbishop Vicmar's neck. When he saw the guards gradually gathering, his heart beat at a speed of 180 per minute!
What should I do, what should I do, what should I do???!!! (To be continued)