Lanaka City, Morol Grand Cathedral!
Herman’s heavy footsteps stepped on the slightly damp cobblestone ground, producing a muffled sound.
He rushed into the cathedral, his gaze sweeping over the aged figure praying before the statue of the Goddess, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, then his expression quickly returned to normal: “Respected Archbishop Gerald, please arrange more power for me.” “I swear, I will personally kill Ron, that despicable and damned cultist!” Herman’s low roar echoed in the cathedral, completely out of place with the quiet and solemn atmosphere.
Gerald, who was short in stature and looked like an ordinary old man, did not respond immediately, but insisted on finishing his prayer, drawing a rising sun pattern on his chest with his fingers before standing up.
He glanced at Herman, let out a breath, his wrinkled face trembling slightly: “It’s really good that Ron didn’t die.” What?
Herman was shocked.
He didn’t understand why the Archbishop would feel fortunate that a cultist was still alive.
Archbishop Gerald took out a document and handed it to Herman.
As lines of text entered his eyes, Herman’s face grew darker and darker.
“He is the illegitimate son of Duke Kopofel of the neighboring Spong Theocracy, but if we really kill him, it will inevitably cause conflict between the two countries.
They don’t care about Ron, but that doesn’t stop them from using Ron’s death as a useful condition.
With the Dragon Race suppressing things above, it won’t lead to war, but there will be no shortage of trouble and compensation.” “And Ron’s research in ancient texts is also very important for us to interpret some of the ancient documents of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.” Herman was unwilling, his voice squeezed out of his throat: “But he violated a nun of the Church, this damages the dignity and glory of the Church.
If we cannot punish Ron, the Church of the Goddess of Dawn will become a laughingstock.” At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from outside.
Aurelia, whose soles were still sticky, finally stepped into the cathedral with her long legs, her amber eyes sweeping over Herman without lingering.
Aurelia performed a flawless etiquette before speaking: “Respected Archbishop, Ron did not harm me, he did not do anything to me.” “I am willing to accept inspection by other nuns.” Although this was extremely shameful and humiliating, Aurelia still made this decision.
It was not to win Herman back, she only wanted to prove Ron’s innocence.
Gerald silently observed Aurelia.
He could see her determination.
Without hesitation, he summoned an elderly nun and led Aurelia into a side hall.
Waiting was agonizing.
Especially for Herman, after all, no one wants to have their head constantly green.
Several minutes passed before Aurelia and the elderly nun returned to the main hall.
The old nun nodded to Gerald: “Without a doubt, Sister Aurelia is still pure.” With one sentence, Herman completely relaxed.
A smile blossomed on his face as he approached Aurelia, seemingly wanting to talk to her.
But Aurelia was extremely cold.
She didn’t even spare Herman a glance, only looking at Gerald: “Archbishop, Mr.
Ron was kidnapped by followers of the Eternal Freedom Sect.
He himself is very resistant to the Eternal Freedom Sect.
I think we should give Mr.
Ron a chance.” Herman felt irritated and jealous.
Although Aurelia was still pure, the fact that she spoke for Ron was something he could not accept.
Gerald pondered for a moment.
As Archbishop, he had far more to consider.
Not to mention Ron’s research in ancient texts, just the fact that he was a high-ranking member of a branch of the Eternal Freedom Sect meant he must know many secrets of the sect, which would be very beneficial to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.
In just a few seconds, Gerald had already made his decision.
A gentle smile appeared on his aged face: “Sister Aurelia, you are right.
Joining the cult was not his intention, we should give him a chance.” “You two come with me.
Perhaps we can let him return to the embrace of the Goddess.” Herman’s face changed abruptly.
That bastard Ron had humiliated him, yet not only would he not be punished, he would even be invited to join the Church?
Why?
Did he get slapped for nothing?
Did he lose his teeth for nothing?
Faintly, his face seemed to hurt even more.
Aurelia’s smile blossomed: “Thank you for your tolerance, Archbishop.
May I return first?
I would like to freshen up a bit.” “Of course, my child.” Watching Aurelia leave, Herman quickly followed from behind.
“Aurelia…” He called her name, but received no response.
Herman could only quicken his pace and block her path.
Looking at Aurelia again, he felt she didn’t seem so hateful anymore.
This woman is indeed very beautiful, worthy of his status.
Aurelia looked at Herman quietly: “Do you need something?” The calm gaze made Herman a little embarrassed.
He coughed softly: “Ahem, Aurelia, sorry, I was too impulsive before… but it’s not entirely my fault, I was just too sad and too angry.” A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Aurelia’s lips, so you vented your anger on your fiancée?
As Mr.
Ron said, as long as she was pure, Herman would come back.
But she felt no joy because of this, only endless sorrow.
What Herman truly cared about was only her purity, not her… Mr.
Ron is really a good person, even though Herman once tried to kill him, he still provided her with a way to win Herman back.
In comparison, Herman really is… Aurelia shook her head.
Somehow, her favorability toward Mr.
Ron seemed to have increased again.
“In the end, it’s still Ron’s fault.
If that guy had explained clearly from the beginning…” Herman kept muttering, pushing all the blame onto Ron, completely forgetting that he attacked the moment he saw Ron, not giving him any chance to explain.
Aurelia sighed softly.
If she had even a tiny bit of hope for Herman before, now the last bit of hope was completely shattered.
This man has no sense of responsibility.
He never thinks he has done anything wrong.
She looked at the muttering man quietly: “Mr.
Herman, why are you telling me all this?” “Our engagement has already been broken off.” “Could you please step aside?
I want to go back and change clothes…” Herman’s face stiffened abruptly.
This wasn’t right.
In his imagination, as long as he apologized a little, Aurelia should have cried and thrown herself back into his arms.
Where exactly did things go wrong?
A name suddenly flashed through Herman’s mind.
Staring at Aurelia’s departing back, his face became extremely resentful.
Ron, it must be him, it must be that damned bastard, that’s why Aurelia is so cold to him!
His fingers clenched tightly.
Kill him, he must kill him.
Meanwhile, Aurelia returned to her room.
Thinking that she would soon see Ron again, she felt a little happy, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
Her slender fingers pulled open the wardrobe.
Inside were all kinds of intimate clothing, full of temptation.
But soon, Aurelia’s smile turned into distress.
Pantyhose, garter stockings, thigh-high stockings… Black, white, flesh-colored… What type does Mr.
Ron actually like?
She can’t possibly try every single one, right?
… “I shall obey your will.” Ferryboat of Souls.
Agnes was not surprised at all that the mysterious and great existence knew her other identity, she even felt it was only natural.
She bowed to Ron again, and the door beside her opened on its own, gradually swallowing Agnes.
Given Agnes’ status in the Eternal Freedom Sect, if the notes were really in the sect’s hands, obtaining them should not be difficult.
After Agnes disappeared, the thread representing Agnes in front of him began to lengthen silently.
When it extended to twice its original length, it finally stopped.
That thread wriggled and drifted, one end slowly floating toward Ron and wrapping around his little finger.
Ron frowned slightly, wondering if this meant that Agnes’ fate had already become entangled with his?
His head hurt more and more.
He glanced at the Ferryboat of Souls with regret.
If his mental strength were stronger, he would really like to explore it thoroughly.
As his mind went blank, when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the study.
The stone slab engraved with strange characters still lay quietly on the desk.
An unprecedented sense of exhaustion surged over him.
His limbs seemed to lose control as he staggered back a few steps, sat down in the chair, and gasped for breath.
Sunlight passed through the glass and fell on Ron’s face, revealing an unusually pale complexion.
A few seconds later, a faint smile appeared on Ron’s face.
After encountering Agnes, one of the Four Pillar Divine Envoys of the Eternal Freedom Sect, and still managing to survive, this feeling was really thrilling.
However, he swore that he would absolutely never mess around again.
This time he pulled Agnes over, next time who knows what kind of existence he might pull over.
Not every time will he be this lucky.
The ring representing the Ferryboat of Souls was still on his finger.
Ron felt his spirit recover a bit.
He stood up, and his eyes happened to catch the reflection in the mirror.
A tall, slender young man with a scholarly aura, short black hair, distinct features, and bright blue eyes like the deep sea.
Ron muttered softly: I’m actually pretty handsome.
At that moment, he heard footsteps.
Through the window, he could see figures approaching.
Ron put away the rubbings and the stone slab on the desk.
Then he quickly walked to the inner courtyard hall.
When Gerald arrived with Aurelia, Herman, and another bishop, they only saw Ron quietly sitting in a chair, half his body bathed in sunlight and half shrouded in shadow, leisurely and calmly reading a thick book.
The tranquil and mysterious atmosphere made it hard to disturb him.
Aurelia’s eyes sparkled.
She felt her chest grow warm.
Perhaps this is what a truly elegant gentleman is like.
As for Gerald, a kind smile remained on his face from beginning to end.
Although he was a high-ranking Archbishop, he did not feel offended at all, simply standing there quietly and waiting.
Only Herman and the bishop beside him looked impatient.
Ron did not keep them waiting long.
He slowly closed the book, raised his eyes, and wore a gentle smile on his face: “Archbishop Gerald, you’ve finally arrived.” “A little later than I expected!”