Chapter 1830 Deception

At night, thunder resounded throughout Etantinoburg again.

People who had just fallen asleep were awakened one after another, but no one stood up to observe. They just muttered a few words of dissatisfaction before retracting their heads back into the warm bed.

You know, the most intolerable thing in Etentin is getting out of bed on a winter night.

The former Gino was no exception.

This young knight always struggled with his bed and quilt because of his duties and patrols in the middle of the night. Every time he felt that he was sealed in the bed and did not want to move.

At that time, he always felt that everywhere except the bed was far away.

However, he will eventually reach the distance.

It used to be because of a sense of mission.

And now?

He touched the scabbard on his pillow.

Gino's eyes were full of struggle.

Then all the struggles turned into determination.

He just wants to live.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Gino Knight?"

After the knock on the door, a strange voice came.

"coming."

With these words, Gino opened the door.

There was no hesitation or so-called vigilance.

It's supposed to be safe inside a cathedral, right?

There was a deacon from the "Dark Hall" standing outside the door. The edge of his clothes told Gino that the person in front of him was the same type of person as the person who "blocked" him in the room before.

The difference is that the two people before were cold and cold.

The one in front of me is smiling.

"Your Excellency, Deacon, what can I do?"

Gino asked kindly.

"Lord Motor wants to see you, please come with me."

The deacon answered respectfully.

Then, he turned to one side and made a gesture of invitation in a half-bent posture.

An ordinary defensive knight is naturally not worthy of the respect of a deacon, but a protective knight summoned by the privy bishop is worthy of such respect.

"OK."

Gino nodded, without tidying up, and just followed the deacon towards the depths of the cathedral.

As a protective knight of the cathedral, Gino has not really understood the cathedral.

In fact, most of the activities of the apologist knights are limited, limited to the front half of the cathedral, the back half of the cathedral? Unless you have a special identity, it is impossible to enter.

Following the deacon, we reached the second half of the cathedral without any hindrance.

Gino looked around curiously.

It's not as magnificent as the rumors say, nor is it bloody.

Same architectural style as the first half of the cathedral, similar decoration, except...

Glancing at the numerous, almost upright, 'Dark Hall' deacons, Gino took a deep breath.

He never thought that there would be so many people in the 'secret hall'.

More than he imagined.

Then, he subconsciously prepared to pray.

Pray to the God of the Mist.

However, the young man quickly reacted.

He quickly changed his prayer.

The prayer that was originally directed to the God of Mist became directed to the God of War. Moreover, as he prayed to the God of War, Gino's face couldn't help but become pious, and his eyes became pure and firm.

It seems that the previous experience has long ceased to exist.

…

Motor, who was sitting in the small hall, looked serious.

The information he received from his Majesty was far more serious than he imagined.

Not only does such a person really exist, but also, according to His Majesty's wishes, the other person seems to have appeared very early, far before the 'black disaster' mentioned by the Snake Sect.

Of course, the Privy Councilor did not think that the Snake Sect was deceiving him.

It's just that the Snake Sect didn't find it.

Motor thinks this is normal.

You know, he is a guy who can deceive even his Majesty.

Not only did he deceive His Majesty, but he also let the other party's envoy get involved.

The Privy Councilor gritted his teeth when he thought of what Sean had done.

"It must be eradicated!"

Motor clenched his fist fiercely.

Compared with this hidden existence, the Atantine royal family, the demon hunters, the Secret Order of Silent Night, etc. are nothing.

Because these forces are all on the surface.

All are well known to them.

Some behaviors are engraved in their bones. With just one look, they can know each other and abide by the rules between them.

But that hidden existence is different.

Look at what the other person does.

If Etandin and the heir of the Snake Faction had not been vigilant this time, if the other party succeeded, then a real war would have been inevitable.

The Temple of War will never be afraid of any enemy.

But it must not be taken advantage of!

Especially a guy like that!

"Cholera in the world?"

"How could I let you succeed!"

"The whole world belongs to my Lord!"

Motor said silently in his heart.

Then, he looked in the direction of the door.

The door of the small hall was not closed, so Motor could see the young knight following the deacon at a glance.

"I hope you won't disappoint me!"

With this thought, Motor stood up.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

Deacon and Gino saluted together.

Motor waved to the deacon and signaled him to leave, then looked at Gino.

"Gino, are you loyal to His Majesty?"

Motor asked.

"I am willing to use my life to protect your honor."

The young knight knelt down on one knee and answered without hesitation.

The moment he finished speaking, a faint white light appeared on the young knight's body.

It's not really white, but it's white that people see.

Tough and rich.

This represents ‘loyalty’ to the God of War!

Or rather, faith.

Seeing such a firm belief in front of him, a smile appeared on Motor's serious face.

"Arise, my child."

With that said, Motor raised his hand and helped the young knight up.

"I have arranged for someone to teach you all kinds of knowledge."

"Including the sword skills you want."

"Not just basics and advanced ones."

said the Privy Councilor softly.

Obviously, after confirming the faith of the young knight in front of him, Motor was completely relieved.

This was a test arranged by His Majesty himself. He did not think that there was anything that could be deceived by His Majesty.

Likewise, such a smart, perceptive and loyal young man deserves everything the other person deserves.

…

"Want to deceive a god?"

"Disaster!"

"too difficult!"

"I can't do that!"

The superior evil spirit sighed, and then, the next moment, a smirk appeared on the corner of its mouth. It shook its finger and said proudly to its boss: "But it is extremely simple to deceive a mortal. After all, people The best thing is to deceive yourself and others.”

"Did you give him a hint?"

“Good choice.”

"But be careful."

Kieran commented and reminded.

"Don't worry, Boss."

"I will never make a lie come true."

"Besides, I have more than one backup plan."

The superior evil spirit guarantees it.

In this regard, Qin Ran didn't ask any more questions.

Since the guarantee has been made, then the upper evil spirit will definitely be able to do it, and Qin Ran believed in his followers.

Higher-level evil spirits can easily feel such trust.

Not unreal.

Yes, for real.

Look at the contract power deep in its soul.

Already shining far beyond the brilliance of the sun.

Regarding this, the upper evil spirit had no disturbance in his heart.

It has already accepted its fate.

Although it still wants to go back to the West Coast.

Tread, tap, tap.

Familiar footsteps came from outside the tent.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness Colin, Viscount Little and Earl Valentine would like to see you."

Roget's voice sounded.

"Invite your Excellencies to come in."

The superior evil spirit said this, locked eyes with Qin Ran, and walked straight out while the latter nodded slightly.

Kieran didn't want to get involved in some things that were already destined.

Just leave it to your followers.

Anyone who has such a useful follower as a high-ranking evil spirit but still does it himself is either a fool or lacks ten stacks of contract scrolls.

Thankfully, Kieran was neither.

…

"Little, are you really going to do this?"

"It will be of no use to us to form an alliance with the Church of the Mist, right?"

"And is it worth trading that secret for us?"

"That's what we got at a great price!"

Count Valentine couldn't help but asked again.

In fact, this was the fourth time he'd asked along the way.

And every time he would get the same answer.

This time?

No exception.

"worth!"

"The benefits of forming an alliance with the 'Mist' Church will be far beyond our imagination."

Little, with his squinting eyes, looks like a real fox, making people think of words such as cunning.

The same answer again made Count Valentine scratch his head.

He swayed his bloated body and walked around on his short legs, walking around Viscount Little.

Valentine had no doubt about his cousin's intelligence.

However, this approach of saying half and leaving half is really disgusting.

If it had been anyone else, he would have drawn his sword and chopped him down long ago.

But his cousin?

He can't do it.

call!

With a sigh, Count Valentine was like a deflated ball.

never mind.

Everything was left to my cousin.

It's like this every time anyway.

I just have to follow the instructions.

After having such thoughts in his heart, Earl Valentine completely relaxed, and then he began to truly look at the temporary camp of the 'Mist' Church.

It's crude, but the defense measures are well done.

His eyes swept over the tents. As a hereditary nobleman, Valentine naturally looked down upon them.

But his education allowed him to understand that the layout was quite reasonable.

Looking at the ruin-like tower, it is enough to see the camp and everything around it. It only requires a team of 4-6 guards to be ten times more effective.

If you dig another trench, add a few war dogs, and set up the antlers, it will be enough to withstand the charge of 4-500 people.

"The person who arranges it should be an expert."

"But he's not orthodox, he's a mercenary?"

Count Valentine guessed.

As for the association with Silvaca?

I'm sorry, but Count Valentine is not good at thinking.

He preferred to leave such matters to Little.

What I just said was just a subconscious thought.

This behavior pattern did not change until I saw the superior evil spirit.

"Good evening, Bishop Simon."

After bowing according to the etiquette of the nobles, Valentine stepped aside and handed everything over to Little.

"How is your recovery going?"

The superior evil spirit asked Little.

"TOEFL."

"After removing the toxin, it's basically fine."

"Thank you again for your help."

Little answered with a smile, a hint of intimacy in his expression.

This closeness surprised no one.

After all, it was a life-saving grace.

Only the superior evil spirit knows what this closeness represents, so its attitude becomes more gentle and natural.

"No need to thank you again."

"Little, you've said it countless times."

"And my answer is the same: saving you was just a coincidence - I thought I caught that guy by the tail."

The superior evil spirit explained.

"That guy?"

Little was stunned.

The idle Valentine was also attracted.

"Um."

After the superior evil spirit nodded, it looked thoughtful. Then, it smiled bitterly and said, "Although I should tell you everything, Little, please understand that I also have my own difficulties. This matter involves too much. I can't explain it."

"understand!"

“There are many things that we cannot control ourselves.”

"But we can still make our own decisions about things like forming alliances."

Little nodded first, and then said with a smile.

"An alliance?"

The superior evil spirit expressed surprise.

"Yes, alliance!"

"To show my sincerity, I am willing to tell you a secret."

"The true identity of that Geno Knight!"

Little lowered his voice.

"Gino Knight's true identity?"

The upper evil spirit was really surprised this time.

"Yes, he is also a direct bloodline of the royal family."

"According to blood, he should be the cousin of His Highness Colin."

"To put it simply, he is the child of His Majesty the Sixth's sister."

Little explained.

"The sixth generation's sister?"

The superior evil spirit was confused.

As far as he knew, the Eitentin royal family was almost of the same origin. Coupled with the curse of the witch, starting from the second generation, there were no so-called sisters at all.

"That was a mistake made by His Majesty the Fifth during his expedition to the south."

"I have detailed evidence to prove everything I said."

"Moreover, some secret techniques are enough to prove bloodline."

Little's words made the upper evil spirit's brain spin rapidly.

It smells an unusual opportunity here.

Maybe something can be done to maximize the benefits.

Some thoughts began to pop up in the mind of the superior evil spirit, but, on the surface, it did not stop.

"The secret surprised me."

"I am happy to accept this secret, and I am happy to accept your alliance with Little."

"Similarly, I will also tell you the secret from before."

Having said this, the superior evil spirit took a deep breath.

"In Etentin, besides the God of War, the lady, and His Majesty, there is another god."

"A true god."

"He hid in the dark, and cholera spread all."

"What?!"

Little and Valentine exclaimed together.

Looking at the surprised two people, the upper evil spirit continued unhurriedly.

"And we, the royal family, the Temple of War, and the Quiet Night Secret Order are ready to unite to deal with him."

"Of course, now there is still..."

"you!"