Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 629

Chapter 91. Key figures
Pelagius Heris walked out of St. Mir's Church. He stood on a high place overlooking the square below, with a kind of pride to have a panoramic view of Mount Scarborough.

Everything is developing according to his idea.Although I lost some face in the first conversation with Stanley Clemens, but this time, the story has been unfolding according to his script.

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

Since 707 A.D., the "Dragon Knight" Valentine I ended the turmoil among the countries and established the first dynasty of the St. Emma. At the beginning of the Valentine Dynasty, Yuanchu Church and the rapidly expanding St. Emma, ​​together, Standing at the forefront of this world.

And Port New Orway?Harbor Temple?Although he really didn't want to slander the believers of the Sea God Urella, who is also the Primordial Pantheon, Pelaggios had to say that in terms of historical background, the Harbor Temple was much worse than the Primordial Church.

They know it, I know it.

What they don't know, I know too.

This is the essence of empire.

Pelaggios opened the five fingers of his right hand, and on his index finger was a seemingly ordinary wooden ring, shining with a faint blue light in the mist.

He didn't like his identity that much.Of course, some people may think that the prince of Saint Emma, ​​who is so expensive, doesn't like his identity. What kind of new Versailles is this.

But those people tend to ignore that after the title of "Prince", there is also a "one of".

One of the princes, this made him very tired and exhausted. As long as he stayed in the solemn and almost suffocating holy capital city, every pore would produce a sense of oppression, making his figure They are all short.

Only the prince who can climb to the top of the holy capital city: St. Helkent, can have the right to breathe freely.

But he also had to admit that this identity provided him with too much convenience, such as the current occasion.

If he wasn't the prince of St. Emma, ​​and he didn't have the huge empire and the Primordial Church behind him, then he probably could only be like that young half-elf who might have some talent, but could only sit pitifully in the room waiting for everything to end, Let the development of things flow through your fingers like running water, but you can't catch anything.

Compared with being tired of his identity, he hates the feeling that "things cannot be controlled by himself".

Perhaps...it would be a good choice to reach out to recruit that poor little earl right now?

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

He stopped his reverie, because a figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

Pelaggios narrowed his eyes, looking at the slender half-elf boy who came out of the hazy mist.

I really want anyone to come.

"Earl Adrian." He smiled and looked down at the half-elf youth who had descended dozens of steps, and said loudly, "Could it be that Bishop Clemens also invited you?"

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

I came just in time.

"You can't just want to watch the sunset by the sea at dusk, right? I think you can't see any beautiful scenery in this fog—"

Pelaggios watched the half-elf boy remain silent, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

He watched Cyril walk up slowly until he stopped on the steps two steps down in front of him—compared to the previous distance of dozens of steps, this distance was already so close that it made people feel uneasy.

If the young count drew his sword at this time, it could easily pierce Pelagius' lower abdomen.And now that Pelaggios raised his foot, he could also kick the young earl down.

"Is there anything you want to say, Earl Adrian?"

Pelaggios himself didn't even notice that his voice was extremely low, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

And Cyril just glanced at him with slightly raised eyebrows, and then said unhurriedly: "His Royal Highness Pelagius Herris."

"If I'm right, Your Majesty Clemens should have allowed your country's dreadnought transport ship and 'Consul' to enter the waters around Jufer Island, right?"

Untraceable doubts flashed in Pelaggios' eyes, but he didn't hide much, and said bluntly: "That's right, does Earl Adrian have any opinions on this?"

"I've heard for a long time that the Imperial Navy is thick and stable, and is praised as a sea fortress." Cyril replied, "This time, His Highness has taken action to help the Harbor Temple to tide over the difficulties. I don't know if there is a chance..."

"Earl Adrian, do you want to board the ship when my fleet is sailing?" Pelaggios' eyes lit up, and he laughed, "No problem, seven Providence-class dreadnoughts, one ruling ship Officer, plus the Paladin class, the Earl can board whichever ship he wants."

"Of course, Earl Adrian can go to Ao San Emma with me after this incident is over, and let you see the harbor of my empire—"

However, a bright smile appeared on the face of the half-elf boy at this moment:
"Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness, but boarding the ship is unnecessary."

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

"Accompanying?" Pelaggios's exuberant passion just now suddenly extinguished, and he stared at Cyril's face, wondering what he meant.

"Yes, by the way, the commander of the Sea God Guard has approved the departure request of my ship La Rochelle." Cyril said, took a step, and stepped up the steps, and in a blink of an eye, Pella Gios left behind.

There is only one floating sentence left:

"His Royal Highness Pelagius Herris, I am just informing you, not asking for your permission—"

The prince stood on the steps, his fists were clenched tightly for some reason, and he turned his head suddenly, but the figure of the half-elf boy had already gone away, and he didn't even stop for him.

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"Bishop Stanley Clemens, Prince Pelagius Herris, Sandy Marion's second choice, and Alvin Saxon who was caught in the middle as a 'dog'."

"The bishop obviously can't get on the line. The only ones I can get in touch with are Ost. Emma's prince and Sandy Marion."

"Alexios, where is Sandy Marion now?"

"Only half an hour ago, Sandy Marion was invited by the priest of St. Mill's Church to talk."

Alexios looked at the young man hanging upside down by his window, and replied helplessly, "Count Adrian, there is a main entrance to go through... Would you like to come in and have a glass of wine?"

"No need, save this cup for next time."

Cyril estimated the time, and asked Alexios to find out where Sandy Marion was 10 minutes ago. Counting the time on the way, Sandy Marion should have entered St. Mir's Church for nearly 10 minutes .

If it's a simple chat, it should be over by now; if the conversation is still going on, then I can just catch up.

As for Pelaggios on the steps?It just happened by chance——

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

St. Mir's Church seemed empty at this moment, and there were not even a few guards who had done their duty when they came last time—most of the Sea God Guards were transferred to participate in the battle to dispel the fog, and the disappearance of the first batch of troops to sea made The guards in the church also had to leave their posts.

The reception hall and the reception room, if it is a formal priest who asks the candidates for the council to talk, then these two rooms are undoubtedly the most suitable places.

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

So who could possibly invite Sandy Marion?

The answer is about to come out.

On the surface, Markas Scotto, the priest of the Harbor Temple, was actually Alvin Saxon.

Cyril sorted out the key figures in this incident: Stanley Clemens, the initiator of the incident, Sandy Marion, an important participant in the incident, Alvin Saxon, Sandy Marion gave executor of the task.

And O'Santa Emma, ​​Pelagius Heris: the spoiler of events.

To find a breakthrough simply by relying on the information at hand, it is obviously too much a test of people's imagination. Even a well-known elementary school student of death can only make a correct reasoning after seeing enough clues.

And since he wants to open a breakthrough, the most efficient way is naturally to ask in person.

Listening to the wind has been activated since the moment he entered the church. Even though the intricate magic barriers and traps inside the church restricted his intrusion, Cyril easily searched every corner of the church with his current ability to control the wind.

In the church where the guards had left, even the slightest sound would appear extremely abrupt.When Cyril walked straight through the reception room and the reception room, and came to a corner of the stairs, a sudden sound was like thunder, which attracted his full attention.

"What did I ask you to do, what did you do!"

It's Sandy Marion's voice, from upstairs!

Cyril immediately pressed his footsteps to the lightest, and before escaping into the shadows, he didn't forget to put on a human skin mask and reincarnated as "Sir Egger".He jumped straight up the corridor on the second floor, and the door sign of the room directly opposite said "Marcus Scotto".

That's where the sound comes from.

The door was ajar, revealing a gap as wide as one person. It seemed that no one in the room expected Sandy Marion to be so loud all of a sudden.Cyril took the opportunity to sneak into the room, and then climbed onto the door frame by propping the corner of the wall, clinging to the ceiling in the corner above the door like a spider.

And just in time, the person at the table stood up, walked quickly to the door, closed the door, and clicked the lock twice.

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

The man sat back at the table, dressed in priestly attire, and Cyril recognized him as Markus Scotto—Alvin Saxon in disguise, of course.

On the other side of the table, sat Sandy Marion.

The candidate with a big belly is full of anxiety at the moment, it can be seen that he just lost a lot of anger and is still roaring now:

"Tell me, what kind of shoddy things did you collect to make the mist of loss become like this?"

"If His Majesty the Bishop asks, how should I answer?"

"Marion, it's still unclear whether it's the problem of the mist of getting lost." "Marcus Scotto" said slowly, as if comforting Sandy Marion.

"In the information given to you by Your Majesty, it is not clear how powerful the effect of the mist of loss is. Maybe it is a typo in the illustrated book?"

"You're still quibbling!" Sandy Marion's face was twitching, "A whole advance team and more than a dozen cruisers disappeared all at once! What the fuck is this called the Fog of Lost? Isn't it called the Fog of Perdition? ?”

"If His Majesty the Bishop wants to hold me accountable now, what should I do?!"

He slapped the table frantically, and his fat palms slammed loudly.And Marcus Scotto was still unhurried, and said slowly:
"Marion, you don't have to worry..."

"Why am I not in a hurry? Even if I don't pursue other responsibilities, I can't afford to lose money! There are so many Sea God Guards, plus a dozen cruisers! Can you figure out how big this is!"

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

"Marion, Marion, listen to me—is there a possibility that this is the effect His Majesty hopes for?"

"What bullshit are you talking about?" Marion scolded directly, "Your Majesty the Bishop will not understand the severity and send so many people to death? Is your wild wolf out of his mind, or His Majesty the Bishop?"

Cyril noticed that Marcus Scotto's footsteps paused, and his face happened to be directed in his direction, and Cyril caught a hint of ferocity on his face.

But his tone is still so unhurried, full of flattery, like a eunuch admonishing the emperor:

"No, no, don't you think this is very possible? Think about it, how could His Majesty the Bishop not know the effect of the mist? Even if the illustration book is wrong, could the Bishop be wrong?"

"Is it possible that it is the illustrated book revised by His Majesty the Bishop?"

He was so persuasive that it really got Sandy Marion into thinking.But the latter quickly slapped the table hard and shouted:
"Alvin Saxon, don't even think about telling me about these things!"

"Find out who you are working for, who helped you to your current position! I'm finished, and you have to follow!"

At this moment, Marcus Scott was standing beside him, and Cyril looked at the hand near Sandy Marion's waist, and suddenly his pupils contracted——

In just a short moment, the magic power was concentrated in that hand, and he immediately foresaw what Marcus Scotto wanted to do!
"Marion, I told you not to-"

Marcus Scotto's voice became trembling and hoarse, and Sandy Marion was still roaring, oblivious to the black light that was about to bloom around his waist.

However, Markas Scotto's expression suddenly changed, he jumped up suddenly, and quickly retreated.He only heard a "boom" where he was standing before——

Both of them looked at the source of the voice in horror:
A silver, arm-length crossbow bolt was deeply pierced into the floor, still humming and trembling.

(End of this chapter)