Sitting in the carriage, feeling the slight bumps transmitted from the wheel hub to the seat, Bishop Smith felt a little anxious at this moment.
When he was awakened by the sound outside the window in the middle of the night, he had a vague premonition of something bad.
And when he saw Leo, who looked like he had just experienced a big explosion, with his body covered in charred black and naked, and his face covered in blood, he didn't need any further explanation, and he knew that this time he had hit a brick wall. .
According to Leo, Duke Wenche somehow mastered a technology that can store powerful energy in enchanted weapons and detonate them at regular intervals.
This operation is actually not universal. After all, enchanted weapons are not cheap to make, and some well-made ones are even enough to become heirlooms of some small nobles. Even if they lose the ability to induce magic after accidental damage, they are still a symbol of glory and are worth a lot of money. If it is regarded as a disposable prop, its significance will only end when it is turned into ashes in an explosion. This is undoubtedly a waste of natural resources.
However, just like those so-called swords that clearly do not contain any magic power, but can still successfully sell for high prices with jewelry embellishments, gold and silver accessories, and master designs, there are always people in the world who do not look at costs but only look at demand. In the hands of specific people, enchanted weapons that can be detonated at regular intervals can become an important factor that can instantly change the situation of a battle.
For the Duke of Winche's Mansion, such a waste is not worth mentioning.
Even Smith had to admit that the opponent had a good trump card. What was even more rare was that the opponent achieved the best results at a relatively minimum cost.
If the son of Duke Wench, the boy named "Ven" knew that the assassin who suffered a big loss in his hands this time was a member of the Holy See Tribunal, how would he react?
Afraid, restless, and trembling, or perhaps arrogant because of your status?
However, judging from the vigorous response of the city guards, Duke Elliot seemed not to give up.
Smith rubbed his forehead with a headache.
The Holy See actually had a plan to win over Duke Elliot. It would not be beneficial for the Holy See to have an open relationship with the powerful nobles. Even before that, the relationship between the Royal Cathedral and Duke Elliot and his wife seemed to be pretty good, so he It’s easy to understand why Bishop Willard was so angry.
It's just that... the adult he works for seems to have other ideas.
Now that he has left the Tribunal, Smith no longer participates in high-level decision-making and can no longer access some core content. Although he can still figure out the trends of the Holy See based on his years of work experience, he still has not figured out why the Lord sent people. I made a special trip to test a junior. Is there anything special about him?
The only thing to be thankful for is that perhaps Leo, a reckless man, at least remembered to hide his identity.
Seeing the frown on his face and the ugly look on his face, the old priest, who followed the instructions of his superiors and stayed quiet along the way, smiled and said, "Mr. Smith looks very tired. Do you need me to check your physical condition? I am here. I have been a church physician in the Metropolitan Cathedral for thirty years and have met many people like you."
"Like me?" Smith asked.
"If you have too many things to worry about and too few things to do, you will be like you now." He looked away and looked out the window, where several birds were jumping among the treetops not far away. It makes a clear and melodious chirp, seeming to be quite happy.
"If you are like a bird, you will forage when you need to forage, and you will stop when you need to stop. If you don't think about what will happen tomorrow, you will be able to appreciate the happiness of the moment better." The old priest sighed.
Smith couldn't help but laugh: "If all actions are only to meet the immediate survival needs, what is the difference between humans and beasts."
"Maybe there is no difference in the first place?"
"No, there must be a difference." Smith was very stubborn about this issue. "Because humans have souls that are different from ignorant beasts, and humans have the potential to achieve greater power, God will be willing to bestow His authority on us, making flesh and blood Mortals in this body can also get a glimpse of the mysteries of magic and the power of gods."
He also looked at the jumping birds on the treetops, wondering where they would fly tomorrow. "Birds can't control magic, but people can."
So the old priest smiled again and said nothing more.
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The last part of the way is to get off the car and walk.
After making several detours and checking that no one was following him, Smith took the church doctor along a path to a small independent building nestled among lush trees on the side of the road.
This is private property purchased by the church, and no outsiders know about it, so it should be considered safe.
However, after dealing with Leo's injury, he still had to find a way to persuade him to leave as soon as possible and not let him stay in the royal capital for a long time.
No matter what the Lord's plan is, it is not a wise move to antagonize the Wenche family in this way.
However, when he pushed open the door and entered the room, he realized that the place was already deserted.
There is a letter on the lonely desk.
Nereio used a secret language to express that he had left and returned to life, and that he alone should bear the responsibility for the failure of this mission, but asked Smith to continue to invite Wayne to participate in the exchange student program and bring him to the Holy See.
Smith stood in front of the desk with a gloomy expression for a long time, and finally came to his senses, using the fire element to burn the letter in his hand to ashes.
"Let's go back, it's okay." He returned to his normal demeanor and did not explain any unnecessary words to the old priest.
The old priest, who was not clear about the cause and effect from beginning to end and just followed Willard's orders, knew that things might have changed in other ways, so he didn't ask much and followed Smith back without work.
The small building, which seemed to be feeling like a storm, soon returned to tranquility.
Not long after the two went out, Wayne appeared at the exact same location with Vera, an outstanding member of the special operations team.
"Someone burned something here, most likely a document or letter."
Vera used wind magic to detect all the remaining breath in this small building, but that was all she could recover.
Wayne nodded, "We are still a step too late."
Really alert! But since it was confirmed that it was the work of the Holy See, he didn't have to worry about finding the rightful owner. No matter whether he is an enemy or a friend, after he goes to the Holy See, the other party will definitely not make any move.
He is not very worried about whether he will encounter any accidents when he goes to the Holy See. After all, people with high skills are bold. He has been in the capital for so long and he knows his level of strength. He is confident even if the legendary Pope personally takes action. Get away.
Wayne was only worried that the hostility was not directed at him.
"Let's go, there are no valuable clues left here." He took one last look at the hidden courtyard, "Put this
