"Do you think Vobilens' words are credible?" After leaving the headquarters of the Desire Sect, Plisson said to Jerlend who took them away from here.
"Of course I can't believe everything. His words are always true and false, making people confused. It's neither true nor unbelievable. So I need other information to compare with his words and find out the correct information. Come out." Jarende removed the attached shadow from his body and looked directly at Pleasant and said.
"Lord God Envoy, do you still remember the information I mentioned to you when we were at the Greedy Sect headquarters?"
"You mean, the Desire Sect is planning a secret ceremony recently?"
"Yes, and this ritual should be extremely important to the Desire Sect. This is the information I got from the informant who was ambushing the Desire Sect. It is absolutely credible. That guy from Wobilens actually wants to help me and tell me about the sect. The information about the ritual has been transferred to the Alchemy Society. Judging from the clues found in the mine, Vobilens is probably getting mixed up with those guys who are tinkering with alchemy." Jay Lund's face turned slightly gloomy, this was obviously the situation he least wanted to see.
Although he is also the bishop of the Fallen Sect, the foundation of the Greedy Sect can be revealed. The believers can achieve commercial success in the city of Albany through the extraordinary power of the Greedy System, and they have each other. The interconnection between them relies even more on the existence of this trading capital.
Regarding the stable situation in Albany, Jarend, the greedy archbishop, wants to maintain it more than anyone else. The actions of the Desire Sect can still be passed
The contract was reached as a "colleague", but Jerlend had always been extremely repulsive to the intervention of external forces such as the Arcane Society and the Alchemy Society.
Especially now that the Infinite Snake
The Alchemy Society led by "Klein". After all, no one wants the tragedy of the Ouroboros to happen in the city where they live.
"Whether it is the ritual planned by the Desire Sect or the ritual planned by the Alchemy Society, I am not very interested. There is only one thing I want to know. Where is the body of Vobilens now?" Pleasant Speaking to Jarend, he came to Wobilens full of anger, but in the end he found that the enemy standing in front of him was just a projection, and he was unable to vent his anger, which really made him feel suffocated.
"I have long observed the murderous intention in the heart of the God Envoy. Forgive me for saying more, I still want to ask, what is the relationship between you and the Duke of Vobilens?" Plisson's mind flashed. There are fragments about Roche, and finally 482 who showed no reaction to his own blood or the name Roche in that small stone room.
"Parricide." Plisson clenched his fists and said solemnly.
"I understand. Although Wobilens can barely be regarded as my colleague, his behavior five years ago can indeed be regarded as full of evil. If you want to kill him, I will not stop you in the slightest." Jaylen De's eyes shifted slightly and continued,
"Wobilens has raised a butterfly, and its image and voice can be transmitted through the projection of the butterfly. The location of its true body is indeed difficult to figure out, but if it is based on the ceremony carefully planned by the fallen sect, do you believe Its true form will definitely appear."
"Then do you have exact information about when this ceremony will be held and where it will be held?"
"This... I still need to wait for my informant to confirm the information. If there is definite information, I will inform you immediately."
"Thanks, Jarend."
"This little thing is not worth mentioning compared to the help you have brought to our greedy sect, Lord God Envoy." Jarend looked up at the moon that had moved to the center of the sky, and cupped his hands towards Plisson and said: " It's getting late, so it's time for me to go back to the four-color seats to confirm the situation."
"Well, I just happened to go back to rest. I'll be waiting for news from you at the location of the previous building."
"Okay." Jarend nodded, and then his body sank into the ground like melted chocolate and left quickly in the form of a shadow.
"Lingzi, what do you think about the projection of the person who just appeared? Didn't your divination say that he is dead?" After Jerend left, Plissen asked Nuo Ling next to him.
"Weird thing, weird thing. Is there something wrong with Ain's astral divination? Isn't he known as the head of the nine ancient gods? With such a level of gold content, it should be impossible to make mistakes." Nuo Ling frowned and fell into it. In deep doubt and thinking.
"It's been such a long time since the Second Epoch. Maybe your astral divination no longer works."
"Ain's star divination does not only rely on his own power. As long as I perform it successfully, there should be no problems." Nuo Ling looked up at the starry sky and said very accurately.
"Is it possible that there is something wrong with the link you arranged?"
"Um...I don't remember it all, but there may be some mistakes." Nuo Ling scratched his head and said.
"Then it's basically confirmed." Plissen looked at Nuo Ling and patted her shoulder.
"Stop worrying, go back and wait for news from Jarende."
"Okay, okay, let's go back first." Nuo Ling moved his gaze from the stars on the horizon, but still retained a certain degree of doubt in his heart.
Is there really something wrong with my divination? ........
"Jerend's people have noticed our actions. It seems that the planning of this ceremony must be accelerated." The voice of Duke Wobilens echoed in the dark space.
"I really didn't expect that the fallen prophet would directly hand over the task of recovering Asmodeus to us. With our current arrangement, can we really break 003's seal?" Icarus fiddled with the feathers on his body, doubting said.
"It's best to be able to break it open. If it can't be broken, according to the Master Magician's wishes, the recovery of Asmodeus will be put into the last step of the plan, and he and the Founder will personally execute it in Providence." Duke Wobilens crossed his fingers and said slowly.
"According to the information from No. 2, Arthur Rogge of Skyhawk has returned from the Far North. Is it inappropriate for us to choose to attack his son at this time?" asked the fighter wearing a wolfskin hood.
"...That false god won't take action." A hunched old man dragged a coffin out of the gloomy darkness and stepped into everyone's sight.
"The reason why Master Magician's plan can proceed so smoothly is inseparable from the acquiescence of these false gods in this world."
"They are afraid of the emergence of the fourth cataclysm, and the magician can completely solve the hidden dangers caused by the Seven Sins God. This is what they are happy to see."
"Besides, if we don't kill this kid and completely separate his false son from Asmodeus, the false god Rogge will still have to thank us."
"Mr. Bachelor, you are finally here." Duke Vobilens saw the old man's appearance, and the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.
"It took some time on the road, but I finally brought this kid to you." The old man patted the coffin gently, and the secret runes on it appeared, and a corner of the lid was exposed.
Lying in the coffin was a red-haired beauty with her eyes closed. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had not yet woken up from that sweet dream.
