Chapter 233: Nowhere to Be Found Even After Wearing Iron Shoes!

"There haven't been any major events in Hanshui City recently. Well, it seems that some kind of messenger from the Holy City came here, causing quite a stir..."

"The theme of this banquet is that the Holy City Messenger commends the clergy who have made meritorious services..."

...With the commotion at the door just now, basically all the big shots in Hanshui City have arrived. At this time, the banquet had almost officially started, and the gambling games in the side hall naturally dispersed.

Tang En followed the flow of people to the main hall. The information that Burney and Bosco had said before flashed in his mind. He put it together and assembled it. Coupled with the scene in front of him, he was a little dazed for a while. After a long time, he exhaled with a sarcastic look on his face. Shaking his head slightly, "It's true... that you can't find anything even after wearing iron shoes!"

"What?" Fei Rui looked around, came closer, and lowered his voice, "Twain, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Tang En took a slight breath, looked at the conspicuous red robe in the field, narrowed his eyes slightly, "accidentally, hehe, I bumped into an old friend."

Fei Rui glanced at Tang En strangely and tightened his clothes. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if a chill had entered the warm hall, lingering around him... He shook his head and did not continue to ask any further questions.

In the middle of the field, an old man in gorgeous attire was saying something similar to the opening welcome. This was the Lord of Hanshui City. Normally, this kind of thing should not be done by him. Another noble should give a speech, and then he should come up and give a speech. But now there is someone more important than him in the field. In order to show respect, it is natural that he should be the one to do it.

Soon, the city lord finished his speech, waved his hand in an invitation gesture, and the audience burst into applause.

A middle-aged man wearing a holy robe came out, nodded, and smiled.

From the whispers of the people around him, Tang En quickly learned the identity of this middle-aged man. He was the messenger from the Holy City who had arrived a few days ago.

"Thank you." The envoy of the Holy City stretched out his hand to draw the unique gesture of the Temple of Light on his chest and saluted. "On behalf of the General Assembly of the Temple of Light, I would like to send my greetings to you."

With his palms slightly apart, a milky white halo of light quickly covered the entire place amidst everyone's exclamations.

Tang En stretched out his hand and touched the ray of light, and felt that his heart suddenly became quiet, and the wind did not wrinkle it. There seemed to be ethereal music coming from his ears, and a bright figure faintly appeared in front of his eyes... The banquet hall was completely silent, and everyone's eyes were silent. Their expressions were peaceful and serene. In such an atmosphere, money, fame, wealth, etc. seem to be no longer important... Mind magic? Little trick... Tang En drooped his eyelids and snorted secretly. Although he had seen through this trick of pretending to be a ghost, Tang En did not refuse. He was worried that his uncontrollable murderous intention would burst out, so he took this opportunity to calm down, so as not to alarm the snake and be disturbed by the woman wearing silver armor in the crowd in front of him. To... Hey, turning his head and looking back, Tang En discovered an interesting situation. I don't know if it's because the messenger is not good enough, or because the magic itself is like this. That milky white light cannot penetrate obstacles. But fortunately, only a little contact is enough, so those who were blocked before moved their positions and exposed themselves. But among them, there were more than a dozen people huddled behind others.

Although this action was not obvious, Tang En was still able to see it because he was standing further back. Among these people hiding from the light were the men in black that they had recognized before.

This is worth pondering. The Holy City Messenger only uses spiritual magic, which has a bewitching effect at most, and there is no lethality at all. But why are these people hiding? Could it be fear... But then again, their target won't be... Tang En raised his head and looked at a red figure and a silver figure in the crowd in front of him. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. It was getting more and more interesting... Tang En secretly Thinking about the possible direction of things, everyone over there had woken up as if from a dream, making gestures in front of them, and a voice of praise for the God of Light suddenly sounded in the hall.

Raising his hand slightly, the hall became quiet. The Holy City envoy took out a golden scroll and turned around: "I am here with the commendation order from the Illuminati Association. Now please invite Sesman Quartet who has just returned from the front line. Inspection envoy, Holy Knight Commander Xavian, come forward!"

Wow... bang bang bang!

Thunderous applause sounded again, and the band in the corner also began to play hymns to the God of Light. The atmosphere in the hall instantly reached climax. Everyone clapped their hands and looked at the two people who walked into the venue with reverence.

Since the founding of the country, Bran has implemented a system of unity of politics and religion. After so many years, the imperial power of the empire and the divine power of the Temple of Light have long been inseparable. When each generation of Bran emperors were crowned and ascended the throne, the crown was put on by the Pope himself. Therefore, the status of senior clergy is extremely high, no worse than that of the great nobles. This is why the Lord of Hanshui City came out to deliver a speech in person.

Tang En didn't clap his hands, squinting his eyes and quietly looking at the two people he hadn't seen for a long time.

Seisman was dressed in a bright red robe, holding a magic wooden staff, with folds on his face, smiling and waving in response to the crowd's applause. In Tang En's impression, he had some changes, not in his image, but in his external temperament. In the past, Sethman was so pampered that he could not display half of his abilities as a great magician in actual combat. But now there is clearly a battlefield aura around him. Thinking back to what the Holy City messenger said just now, he just returned from the front line. It is obvious that Sethman has experienced many battles during this period of time.

Of course, his fake smile has not changed, it is still as annoying as ever!

Xia Wei'an has not changed much. She is wearing silver-white Divine Grace Armor and holding a flame spear engraved with golden runes on her back. Wheat skin, hard contours, and a serious smile... He is still so heroic and domineering.

This is the Flower of Knights, and most of the applause from the crowd was directed at her. It has to be said that Xia Wei'an's image has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. No matter how beautiful she is, men can only admire her and find it difficult to think of blasphemy. As for the aristocratic women, their thoughts are certainly not so complicated. They are jealous of Xia Wei'an's beautiful appearance, but they are also more envious of her outstanding temperament. That is a world they will never be exposed to... The content on the golden scroll is not Xiao, after throwing away the lengthy words praising the God of Light, the actual content is to issue two silver pendants of the God of Light and to upgrade the job level.

The pendant is okay, although it is also very important and is an important qualification for future promotions, but after all, its effectiveness is not obvious yet. The promotion of the latter's job level is worthy of celebration. It is like being promoted from viscount to earl in the nobility. The actual effect is obvious.

Warm applause rang out again, Xia Wei'an remained expressionless and quietly bowed to receive the reward. Theisman on the other side was different, his face was red, the folds on his face were deeper and overlapping, and his smile was vaguely like a chrysanthemum.

Of course, Theisman has reason to be excited. This award is really hard to come by. He has actually been in the north during this period. Who would have thought that he was just following the Gilded Journey to wipe out a few wild cultists, but he ended up bumping into two great earth-level masters in the northern wilderness, Lancelot and Tulu. In the end, he almost lost his life, not only did he lose his troops but also let the other party run away.

Such a record is undoubtedly a stain on his resume. After finally coming out of the jungle, Sethman was depressed about it for a long time. Then when he was about to pack up and return to the south, he was given an order to stay where he was. Before he could figure it out, not long after, the war broke out, and he was sadly sent to the front line. Regarding this situation, Theisman was desperate and thought he was being used as cannon fodder. But who would have thought that with Xia Wei'an's protection, they would actually make several contributions on the front line. No, even the commendation order came.

Such twists and turns made Seisman feel particularly unreal when he pinched the pendant on his chest. He felt as if he was sitting on a cloud, floating in the air. Could it be that the God of Light really favors me... After announcing the awards, the banquet officially began.

The band played a variety of tunes hard, and the noble men and women held hands and walked into the vacant dance floor in the middle of the main hall. The nobles talked about the recent political affairs in the empire, and businessmen were still running around, hoping to do big business.

Everything is similar to the original situation, with some changes coming from the big names who joined later.

A lot of people gathered around Seisman and the Holy City Messenger. In addition to promoting the gospel, Seisman had a lot of new things to talk about because he had just returned from the front line. Everyone may not like to hear this topic very much, but they will not let go of the opportunity to make friends with the important figures in the Temple of Light.

Tang En declined the gambling invitations from just a few people, and sat on the resting chair with a glass of wine, taking a sip from time to time while keeping his gaze on Sethman's figure from the corner of his eye.

In fact, the current environment is already a little chaotic, which is undoubtedly a good time for assassination. But Tang En not only did not take action, but sat here far away. The reason for this is of course not that Sethman is stronger than before. In fact, even if his strength rises to another level, in such an environment, Twain is still sure to kill him with one blow. The key now is Xia Wei'an who has been following not far away.

There are not many people around Xia Wei'an. This does not mean that she is not beautiful enough, or that her status is not important or anything. There is no need to say much about the appearance. The phrase "Flower of Knights" is enough to sum it up. As for status, the Holy Knights are the top external force of the Temple of Light, and their status as Knight Commander is naturally obvious. In fact, in terms of status in the Temple of Light, Xia Wei'an is much higher than Sethman.

However, despite this, not many people would approach Xia Wei'an. Needless to say, just meeting her eyes was enough to make most men retreat. It's so sharp, so sharp that it seems like it can see through the little bit of filth hidden in people's hearts!

Not sure... Tang En squeezed the wine glass and tried to calm down the impulse in his heart. Since the last head-on battle, his strength has improved a lot, but when it comes to facing Xia Wei'an, he still has no confidence at all.

Now Tang En regrets not bringing the Gray Space team. If David and the others were here, as long as they could restrain Xia Wei'an a little, the success rate of his assassination would be much higher!

Contain, contain... Tang En glanced at the disguised man in black not far away, and sighed secretly in his heart. He just hopes that everyone has the same goal. It depends on you...