"This has nothing to do with us."

The matter was so important that Montreal immediately expressed its position.

"Oh?" Ruger squinted his eyes and looked at Duke Peter Fresa who had been silent.

"I should have understood earlier that it is no different than seeking the skin of a tiger!" The old Duke said with a bitter smile: "The evil magic did come from me."

No one expected that the old Duke would admit it so simply. You must know that once he is considered a heretic by the Holy See, he will face an endless pursuit by the Inquisition.

In fact, old Peter Fresa was also very depressed. Osul's insight into the truth about the royal court in advance and Solant's inexplicable behavior caused his original plan to be aborted.

Originally, in his imagination, the Holy See would not find out that he could get what he wanted.

From the moment Ruger questioned him, old Peter Fresa understood that the "man in black", his mysterious ally, had definitely done something to attract the attention of the Holy See.

"However, Sir Bishop, I advise you not to pay too much attention to me."

"What do you want to say?" Ruger asked with a frown.

"I only have a partial understanding of many things, but I guess His Majesty Jon should know their purpose."

"They? You mean...the guys who attacked the Holy See?"

"Attack the Holy See? It turns out that this is really crazy." The old Duke sighed.

Luge seemed to understand something. He took out the envelope from his arms, turned to Osul and asked: "Did you order someone to give this letter to me?"

Osul was stunned, and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Your Majesty, I have never written a letter to you."

"Don't you know that the Peter Fresa family used witchcraft?"

"This... I just learned about it." (Note: The ability to control souls is not necessarily a witchcraft. Heretics recognized by the Vatican are usually considered to have relied on the power of the dark god (Solant) or to be cruel to others.

method, Rafman’s death was not as intuitive as Itkarn’s.)

Luger's face suddenly turned ugly. He knew that he had been deceived! All these heretics wanted to do was to divert his attention!

But the most unbearable thing is that they now have no idea what the other party plans to do.

"Your Majesty Bishop, we have absolutely no cooperative relationship with Peter Fresa on this matter.

, in this case..." Montreal couldn't hold it any longer.

Luger glanced at the big man. Although he was a little unhappy, he also understood that he had no right to interfere in the political issues of Romaniel and the Odin Empire.

"The Holy See now needs the help of His Highness the Second Prince." The implication is that he wants to protect Osur, and the life and death of others has nothing to do with him.

Although Montreal was disappointed, he did not want to offend the Glory Holy Cult because of such a thing.

The most important thing is that whether Osul dies or not will not have any impact on their plan, it is just a matter of military merit.

Osul's face was distorted. He just tried his best to break out of the encirclement. He could not accept this kind of thing when he watched his men being killed one by one under the protection of the Holy See.

"Forgive me and obey my order. The country is in critical danger. It seems that Osul cannot help the bishop."

Luge glanced at him and said: "In this case, I feel sorry for the Holy See. May the goddess bless you."

Montreal was overjoyed, and he immediately ordered his soldiers to surround Ausur and others.

"Tongues of Fire!"

A red meteor suddenly landed, building a wall of fire in front of Ausur and Montreal.

"Second brother!"

"Edward?" Osul looked and found that it was his brother and Ivan.

At the same time, a cold-looking man followed behind the two people.

"Wolf?!" Montreal yelled.

"Long time no see, Montreal." The cold man said calmly.

"The leader of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group?" Osul asked Edward beside him.

"Yes, Ivan once saved this man's life. When I met him on the way back, he said he wanted to repay the favor."

"I thought you were dead..."

"You are still alive, how could I die?"

"You're just a deserter, and you still talk so arrogantly?"

"The general is defeated, huh."

It can be said that Wolf and Montreal are full of gunpowder. The two men once competed on the battlefield as the commanders of their respective empires, and the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group is also one of the most famous mercenary groups in the north.

"Why, you want to get involved in this incident too?"

"This life was saved by someone else's help. Naturally, I want to give him my life back!"

…

Solant frowned and looked at the ruins at his feet.

It seems that a great battle took place here, and countless elemental powers still remain in the pits of the earth.

So, where did Edsaka go? This guy won't die here, right?

Solant slowly fell from the air. As soon as he landed, a shadow floated behind him. Solant immediately straightened his body and stopped moving. A long sword was placed at his throat.

"Who are you?"

Feeling the extremely oppressive sword energy, Solant immediately raised his hands: "Don't be excited, Master Sword Master, I am your friend."

"Friend?" Tartasia snorted coldly and finally put away her sword.

Solant turned around and took a deep breath.

His eyes focused on Tartasha's bloody body.

"What are you looking at?"

"Your arm?"

"It was broken. It was shattered by the little girl's spatial turbulence." The sword master answered simply.

Solant swallowed, this is a legendary level strongman, Andrea can actually break one of his arms...

"It's a pity that the boy your Lord asked me to protect is dead."

"You mean Edsakar?"

Tartasha nodded: "I won't be able to protect him in the future, but his mission has been completed, right?"

"Hmm." Solant pointed to the red magic circle in the sky.

"That doesn't matter. Now, take what you promised."

"Forehead……"

"What? You want to regret it?!" Tartasia's voice suddenly rose.

The violent sword energy whipped up a gust of wind, and the ruins behind Solant were completely shattered, leaving only an open space.

Cold sweat suddenly flowed from Solant's forehead, and he said hurriedly: "Lord Tartasia, you have misunderstood me. No one on the continent is stupid enough to be an enemy of a legend."

"Then what do you mean?!"

"At the beginning, what the Lord showed you was only a semi-finished product. The finished product will not be ready until we get the target."

"How long will it take?"
Chapter completed!