At the junction of the abandoned urban area and the western urban area, in front of a magnificent manor.

The speeding carriage came from afar, drove into the manor, and finally stopped in front of the manor villa.

The side door of the carriage opened, and a figure hidden in a cloak walked out.

He refused the service of the valet and strode into the hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, he roared, his old voice full of anger:

"Jordan! You little bastard! Get out of here!"

The angry roar caused echoes in the hall, making the maids in the hall tremble with fear.

A moment later, accompanied by hurried footsteps, a slender and handsome figure walked down the stairs.

If Charlotte were here, she would find that this person is none other than Jordan de Gaston, a young aristocrat who was frightened to death by Sebas at the dinner at the Duke's Palace and behaved ugly in front of her.

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Seeing the figure wearing a cloak, Jordan's expression changed slightly and he suddenly felt nervous.

With a wave of his hand, he asked the maids to leave one after another, and then put on a respectful and flattering face:

"Great... Great Priest, why are you here?"

The visitor snorted coldly and took off his cloak.

He is none other than Linus de Caen, the great priest of the Principality of Bold!

I saw the great priest looking at the young nobleman coldly, his old voice suppressing his anger:

"You should understand why I came."

"Tell me, was it you little bastard who told that guy about Thorn Rose?"

After hearing the words of the great priest, Ruoerdan's eyes dodge with a look of fear on his face:

"Great... Great Priest, you... please listen to my explanation..."

"I...I have no choice but to..."

"You have no choice! I have protected you so many times. Is this how you repay me? Are you really afraid that I will expose the things you participated in to your father?!"

The high priest said angrily.

Jordan's face turned pale and he almost fell to the ground.

And at this moment, along with a distant sigh, a gentle and calm voice came from the steps:

"Lord Linus, please calm down."

"Being too angry is not good for your health, especially for an elder like you."

As he spoke, with steady footsteps, a man wearing a mage's robe slowly walked down.

Seeing the man, the high priest's eyes narrowed slightly.

He narrowed his eyes and his expression turned cold:

"Is it you? You're actually here too?"

"Hmph! Just right! Should you give me an explanation for yesterday's blood demon case?"

The man smiled slightly.

He signaled Jordan to retreat, and then said calmly:

"Explanation? I wonder what kind of explanation the High Priest needs? Do you want to ask me about the missing girls, or do you want to ask about the thorns and roses I left at the scene?"

The high priest's expression suddenly darkened:

"I want to remind you that you have crossed the line, don't forget our agreement!"

"Promise? Hmm? Wasn't it the great priest who broke the contract first?"

The man said calmly.

"What do you mean?"

The high priest's expression darkened.

"What do you mean? Of course it means literally. You reached an agreement with the eldest daughter of the Castel family without my consent. Where does this put me?"

The man spoke leisurely and authentically.

As he spoke, his voice became colder:

"Don't forget, we agreed at the beginning that the eldest daughter of the Castel family can be yours, but the Castel territory must be mine!"

The high priest narrowed his eyes and said:

"It was just a temporary need. It was an empty promise. I didn't sign a contract with her."

"After more than half a year, I successfully compete to be the officiant. You can do whatever you want to her, and I can even cooperate from the sidelines!"

"Oh? Is that really like this? I'm afraid that by that time, you will happily take her away from the land of right and wrong, and forget about me as an old friend? What's more, you don't have the final say in the Holy Royal Court."

The man chuckled lightly and said.

The high priest was silent.

He narrowed his eyes slightly:

"What on earth do you mean?"

"Nothing else, I just want to remind you not to forget your agreement with me."

"I know you are eager to make contributions and want to increase your chips. This is normal, but please don't affect my plan."

The man said coldly.

After hearing the man's words, a flash of anger appeared in the high priest's eyes, but it soon turned into fear.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said:

"what do you want?"

"I want the church not to protect Charlotte of Castells, and not to demand theocratic status of the Castells Territory."

"This is impossible!"

The high priest flatly rejected it.

"Then don't blame me for stumbling upon you."

The man said leisurely.

"you wanna die!"

The great priest was immediately furious.

He lifted the man up, and the pressure of the third level of Blazing Sun was extremely terrifying.

The man's face turned slightly pale, but he smiled with difficulty:

"Calm down."

"If you kill me and you hide the evil god's resurrection and the things you have done before...the news will spread throughout the streets of Boulder tomorrow."

The high priest's face changed slightly.

His hands were trembling, his eyes were red, and he looked at the man with anger, but in the end he put the man down dejectedly.

"That's right, Lord High Priest."

The man spoke leisurely and authentically.

The high priest gently closed his eyes and gritted his teeth:

"I really regret that I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense in the first place! I got on your pirate ship!"

"Hey, there are always regrets in life, but it's not good to indulge in regrets. We still have to look forward."

The man laughed.

After saying that, he made another pointer:

"Don't be too angry. Maybe... helping me get the Castel Territory as soon as possible will be a good thing for you."

The great priest's heart moved:

"What do you mean."

The man paused and said leisurely:

"I heard that the great Duke of Bold's old injury has relapsed, and I'm afraid he won't live for many days."

"If you expect him to help you, I'm afraid your hopes will be in vain."

"His body has been overstretched by years of war and can no longer accept magical treatment."

After listening to the man's words, the high priest's expression changed slightly:

"real?"
To be continued...