Chapter 970 Nightfall

The magic car was still driving smoothly on the wide street leading to the Obsidian Palace.

The light from the magic spar street lamp was passing backwards from the window.

The seats beside him were empty, and there was no trace of anyone who had been there. It seemed that there were only two people in the car from beginning to end, a trusted servant who was in charge of driving, and an imperial duke in charge of great power.

Pei Dinan's face was dark, and his spiritual power was diffused, but he did not perceive any residual magic fluctuations around him, not even the remnants of life breath. He looked at the attendant on the front seat again, who said He didn't know what happened just now, but he seemed to sense the gaze of his master, so he asked, "Sir, what happened?"

"...No, it's nothing." Duke Ferdinand said in a deep voice, and at the same time he reached out and touched the seat next to him - the leather seat was cold and cold, and there was not even a residual temperature of the human body.

The old duke's face immediately became more gloomy, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes. Outside the car window, flashing neon lights and faint music suddenly appeared, briefly attracting Ferdinand's attention.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the scene outside the car window. He saw several tall buildings standing outside the left car window. On the right is the Vannair Salon—the magic car just passed by the entrance of the salon, and the noise is reaching his ears through the window.

"We just passed the Fannarang block?" Pei Dinan's pupils shrank slightly, and immediately raised his head and asked the cronies who were driving in front of him.

"Yes, my lord," replied the squire at once, "we have just passed the Salon of Van Nairan—it will be a while before the Obsidian Palace. Do you want to rest?"

"..." Pei Dinan was silent for two seconds, then shook his head, "No. Speed ​​up, we will get to the Obsidian Palace as soon as possible."

Although the attendant felt a little strange, he did not ask any questions, but immediately took the order: "Yes, my lord."

The black magic car picked up speed on the night street with few pedestrians. After a while, the majestic silhouette of the Obsidian Palace finally appeared in Ferdinand's sight, and the old duke was still haunted by a faint uneasiness. The strange and sudden visit of M. Dunet showed the inexplicable words the other party said to him, but when he saw the steeple and palace wall of the Obsidian Palace, his slightly disturbed heart gradually calmed down.

The guards on duty late at night checked the vehicle and verified the personnel. Duke Ferdinand stepped into the palace, and led by a female court lady, he walked towards Rosetta Augustus's private drawing room.

"Isn't Ms. Diana on duty tonight?" He looked at the female officer who was leading the way beside him.

He asked casually, "She is usually responsible for this time."

"She has another job," replied the lady-in-waiting respectfully, "at His Majesty's order."

"Yeah." Pei Dinan replied simply and didn't speak any more.

As he passed the last arch leading to the inner court, he raised his head and glanced at the already familiar roof and columns - the classical polygonal pillars supported the corridor leading to the inner court, and the top of the pillars extended in four directions. The beams depict reliefs of heroic figures, and near the arch, all beams and sculptures are connected and decorated with gold inlays. Black and red cloth curtains hang from both sides of the arch, towering and solemn.

It's like the throat of some kind of giant beast. Maybe mortals can only symbolize the majestic imperial power by building their own houses like this.

Pei Dinan suddenly had some unreasonable sighs in his heart, then he shook his head and stepped across the door.

...

In Rosetta Augustus's private living room, the lights are bright, the faint scent of aromatherapy boosts the spirit of every visitor, and the gentle music sounds from somewhere, so that those who step into it do not know. I don't feel relaxed.

The brilliant and powerful imperial ruler was sitting in his favorite high-back chair. When Ferdinand stepped into the room, he was looking down at a large, thick book with his head down, looking engrossed. look.

"Your Majesty," Ferdinand stepped forward to salute Rosetta, "I am here."

"Oh, Ferdinand—you came earlier than I expected." Rosetta raised her head and smiled a little after seeing Ferdinand. He stood up, clipping a bookmark in the big book in his hand, and then put it set aside.

The front of the book was facing up, and out of the corner of his eye, Pei Dinan saw the gilded words on it: "Society and Machine" - he recognized this book, and in fact he had read many of its contents. Rosetta Augustus ordered a number of copies of this book to be printed and presented to some nobles and officials, and as Emperor Typhon's most trusted representative of the nobles, Duke Ferdinand naturally had this honor.

This book is from Cecil, but Ferdinand has to admit that a lot of the content on it can bring people inspiration, and he was also impressed by many concise "principles" that no one has thought about in the book. , However, at this moment, when he saw the book on the coffee table, he recalled part of the contents of the book, but felt a burst of... uneasiness for no reason.

But now is not the time to ponder the "Cecil's way of thinking" in the book, Duke Ferdinand turned his attention and looked at Rosetta: "Your Majesty, you called me into the palace late at night..."

Rosetta Augustus glanced around, and the few attendants and high-ranking female officials in the living room immediately quietly withdrew. Only then did the ruler of Feng nodded to the grand duke and said in a deep voice, "Malm Dunit was summoned by the Lord tonight—about four hours ago."

Pei Dinan's breathing suddenly suffocated, he felt his heartbeat suddenly stop for half a beat, and all the unease he had accumulated before was finally connected, and this short-term change did not hide the eyes of Rosetta, who immediately cast his attention. : "Qing Pei Dinan, your reaction is not right - what do you know?"

"Your Majesty," Ferdinand breathed lightly, his expression extremely serious, "I saw Malm Dunit tonight—on the way here. But his appearance was very strange, and the whole process... was full of violations. harmony."

"Tell me the details at once," Rosetta said immediately, "all the details."

"Yes," Ferdinand nodded, and began to tell about his strange experience just now, "It should have happened an hour ago, when I passed by the 'salon' in the district of Van Nao. There were no witnesses except me. At that time... …”

It didn't take much time to tell the story, and Pei Dinan tried his best to restore all the details of his strange experience in a concise narration, and as his voice fell, Emperor Rosetta's brows were already tightly wrinkled, and his expression became Extremely serious.

"It may be an illusion, or some kind of 'projection' that directly acts on the mind," Ferdinand said of his guess, "No matter which kind, the situation is very serious - the abnormality of the Church of God of War has spread to its At the top, if Malm Dunit, the Pope, becomes the source of the mutation, then the response plan we set up may…”

Rosetta suddenly interrupted Ferdinand: "Have you ever thought that this anomaly did not spread to the top, but originated from the top?"

Ferdinand's eyes widened a little, and he soon fell into deep thought. After a brief thought, he raised his head: "Your Majesty, the matter of Lord Malm Dunit's summoning... Is it true? Are there more details? ?"

"The news has not been made public yet. At present, only the Cathedral and you and I are aware of the matter. You know, according to tradition, the Pope of the Church of God of War should notify the royal family as soon as he dies for whatever reason to ensure the stability of the situation. At this point, the Cathedral still fulfilled its responsibility well this time, but after that, something went wrong," Rosetta told Ferdinand. "After the news of the Pope's death, the Cathedral rejected the royal family. The normal process of sending a representative to honor the body without giving any reason, and they also closed the communication channel with the Obsidian Palace."

"They closed the communication channel with the Obsidian Palace?" Pei Dinan was immediately shocked, "Then now over there in the Cathedral..."

"Diana is trying to investigate, and I'm waiting to hear from her," Rosetta said. "And I'm calling you here to prepare for something worse."

"A more... bad situation?"

"The priests of the God of War and the ascetic are the most powerful of all the clergy, and the recent changes in the situation have made them too nervous," Rosetta said slowly, "The royal family directly belongs to the Knights and the Obsidian Imperial Army. Preparations have been made near the Cathedral of St. Jolem, the Chapel of the Mars, and the Chapel of St. Martin, but we have to go further.

"If it is true as you and I discussed before, the priests of the God of War have the possibility of collectively losing control and going mad, then they are likely to take more crazy and unpredictable actions than normal humans, and facing this threat in the city is A kind of challenge, the young Hadillon may not have the experience to face that kind of complicated situation.

"Be prepared, we may need the Knights of the Protectorate to enter the field when the situation requires it - of course, that is the worst case."

"Could the situation develop to this level?" Ferdinand frowned with a solemn expression, "The Knights of the Protectorate will only act when the imperial capital is threatened with destruction in a war situation..."

"If the biggest sect of the Empire is out of control in Aldenan, then things won't be much better than when the imperial capital was attacked during the war," Rosetta said slowly, "I don't want things to turn out that way... but unfortunately, since The Church of God of War has become so strange that the situation has deteriorated, the time is too short, we do not have enough time to prepare, and we cannot directly take more drastic action against the church until there is solid evidence and sufficient name... You have to do something Get ready, Sir Pei Dinan."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Very well, then let's discuss some details..."

...

Tranquility and darkness enveloped the deepest part of the Cathedral. In the corridor leading to the inner sanctuary, the candles in the countless niches had been extinguished, and the light that once illuminated the sanctuary had disappeared, leaving only a row of candles hanging from the top of the corridor. It provides the least amount of light, so that this long corridor will not be completely plunged into darkness.

According to the sacred texts of the Church of God of War, the candles in the alcove of the corridor leading to the inner sanctuary will only be extinguished when the highest person of the church, the spokesperson of the gods on earth, is called by the Lord.

They will go out for ten full days and nights, until the new church leaders receive enlightenment, complete the test, and successfully take over the Pope's scepter before being ignited by the "God-given flame".

In the drowsy corridor, the knights of the Holy See in full armor stood silently between the pillars and the niches, and the battle priests and high-ranking priests guarding the door stood like sculptures in front of the gate.

It was early winter, the fog had already shrouded Aldenan, and it was difficult for the stars to penetrate the clouds and fog on the plain, making the imperial capital even darker at night. The darkness is even worse than the imperial capital outside.

A gust of breeze blew through such a dim corridor, passing the layers of sight of the guards of the Holy See.

There was no life response, no magic power leaked, and even almost no perceptible heat fluctuations - the elite Transcendent guards in the corridor did not perceive the uninvited guests and crossed the line of defense under their noses and entered the inner sanctuary. The deepest prayer room.

Malm Dunit's prayer room was empty, with only a dimly lit oil lamp illuminating the center of the room, and in the dim light, a black-haired and black-clothed figure emerged from the air.

Diana released the concealment effect of the curved light force field, and under the premise of maintaining a precise perception of the surrounding environment, she began to look at this not very large room.

As expected, the corpse was long gone, and most of the time it had been completely "purified" by the flames.

No matter how the former Pope died and what kind of twisted and terrifying remains were left, it must now be turned into a pile of ashes and a puff of smoke.

But that doesn't mean there are no clues left in the prayer room.

Diana quietly looked around and put her hand on her forehead. With a very weak mechanical sound, the skin on her forehead suddenly cracked a gap, and part of the "skull" was pushed back by the deformation device, and some A delicate structure of shimmering light peeked out from it, and beams of rapidly flickering rays began to scan the room.

At the same time, the eyes of the long black-haired maid also became indifferent and cold, and the photosensitive unit in the depth of the pupil adjusted slightly, and began to carefully record all the scanned traces.

Under the detection of scanning rays, large areas of the floor, walls, furnishings, and even the roof of the entire room were glowing with fluorescence!

It is the trace of blood spilled, the terrifying residue that can only appear after smearing all the blood of an adult's body. Although the priest in charge of handling this place has wiped out the blood visible to the naked eye with alchemy potions and magical techniques, however Their handling obviously couldn't escape Diana's sight.

Suddenly, Diana's gaze stopped.

She looked at the small platform on which the oil lamp was placed. On the façade below the platform near the ground, a faint line of letters that had been smeared with blood came into her sight in the form of fluorescent light.

"Respectfully pray, pray for mercy, and receive holy will... as you wish."

(Friendly push book, "We Wild Monsters Don't Want to Die", fantasy classification, brain hole direction, omitted from the above, milk sacrifice to heaven.)

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