Faced with Prince Richard's implicit threats, Melda, the abbot of the monastery, changed her face slightly and said:
"His Royal Highness the Wise Prince Richard, let me remind you that the North County Monastery has been suppressing the ancient evil existence for more than four hundred years, which is longer than the history of the Lionheart Empire."
Seeing Richard's noncommittal, Dean Melda continued to make an impassioned speech: "For four hundred years, every generation in the monastery has been guarding evil to prevent it from entering the world. You should believe that the nuns of our generation also have
Ability to suppress evil!"
Prince Richard smiled and said: "Really? Melda, your memory is probably not very good. Let me remind you of a name. Falga, do you remember it?"
Dean Melda's expression suddenly changed. This name was a taboo in her heart.
Prince Richard said leisurely: "Falga, you stole the evil soul stone from the North County monastery and successfully brought it out of North County! Such a big problem has arisen, and you actually have the guts to say that you have the ability to suppress it.
evil?"
"Falga...has been publicly executed." Dean Melda said without confidence.
"Are you still quibbling?" Prince Richard looked at Gloria who was standing aside: "It happens that the former head of the knights of our royal family was responsible for this case. Gloria, please tell me the specific situation."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Gloria was expressionless, ignoring Dean Melda's hopeful gaze, and said calmly: "Although Falga died, the evil soul stone was not recovered, but fell into the hands of an 'outsider'.
Since the cross-border teleportation talisman has been used, I cannot hunt down the outsider to his world, and the mission failed."
Prince Richard sighed: "The poison is endless. Falgar has been executed, and Gloria has also been deprived of the honor of the Imperial Knights. They have all paid the price. But the leakage of evil soul stones is rooted in the poor supervision of the North County Monastery!
Dean Melda, what else do you have to say?"
Melda's lips moved, but she couldn't say a word.
"So, I ask you to open the seal of the Great Tomb and let us enter the mausoleum to confirm the integrity of the seal... What's the problem?" Prince Richard pressed forward step by step.
Melda said in a deep voice: "I have said before that if His Royal Highness wants to enter the mausoleum, you can, but you have to wait until half a month later."
"Absurd! There is no need to delay the inspection of the seal. How can you deny it? To be honest, has the seal been destroyed?"
Prince Richard slammed the table and said sternly: "Melda, don't think that giving you half a month can deceive others and confuse the public!"
"No! The seal left by the Lord of Light is still intact!"
Melda said loudly: "Your Highness, the Great Tomb has been infiltrated by evil energy for many years and has become an extremely dangerous place, a paradise for all kinds of undead creatures... If you want to enter, you can only wait until the sealing power is strongest.
When the evil energy is extremely weak, your safety can be guaranteed...that is, half a month later."
"A joke," Prince Richard snorted and stood up proudly, "Are all the strong men in this room just for show? If you are afraid, then I will take two personal guards and Gloria to check the seal.
Bar!"
The faces of all the leaders in the room changed color.
Lord Gladys said calmly: "Your Highness, you should know that no one here dares to take the risk of letting the direct bloodline of the Tiberon royal family die in the north."
"So you should also support me, Lord Gladys." Prince Richard said.
Gladys snorted: "No, Dean Melda and I agree. The Great Mausoleum is right there, and it won't disappear for nothing. What does it matter if you wait for half a month? The rebels took away the northern territory.
In the capital, nobles loyal to the empire are being massacred, causing bloodshed! Every minute of delay will cost several innocent lives."
Gladys continued: "Since His Royal Highness Prince Richard is leading an army, what reason is there not to recapture North County? It is not difficult to regain North County by gathering the strength of all of us."
Prince Richard smiled slightly: "We Imperial people have a proverb: Only fools will sacrifice for the benefit of others."
Grandis's beautiful face was covered with a layer of frost: "His Royal Highness Prince Richard, your words are too chilling to the allies of the empire. And let me remind you that regaining North County is not without benefit to you.
Not to mention the strategic help to the empire, just the feat of recovering the northern capital is enough for you to leave a strong mark in His Majesty's heart and take a solid step towards the position of Crown Prince!"
Prince Richard shook his head: "Lord Grandis, the secret mission I have when I come to the North this time is to investigate the seal of the North County Monastery... For me, this is my job. Now that I have come here, I
You must complete this task before considering other things.”
What Prince Richard said is easy to understand. The Emperor of the Lionheart Empire sent him to the North County Monastery, just like the teacher assigned the questions. Only after completing the task of investigating the seal will he be considered a pass. Only then can he have enough time to consider other extra points questions such as the reconquest of the North County.
.
After all, North County was lost in the hands of Arenas, and it belonged to the fiefdom of Grandis. It was these two people who were worried. What does it have to do with him, Richard Tiberon?
After understanding this, Gladys finally changed her attitude.
"Okay. I hope you can keep your promise, Your Highness. After completing the task of investigating the seal, go to Beijun!"
"So I need your help...and the help of Lord Carlisle." Prince Richard nodded slightly and said.
"Within the best of our ability... we will try our best. I made the decision on your behalf. No objection, Sir Carlisle." Gladys said.
Behind her, the sword master Carlisle, dressed in coarse cloth, opened his eyes with slightly closed eyes: "My sword is willing to serve you, madam."
"Dean Melda, it seems you have no choice now." Prince Richard smiled.
Standing on the left side of the hall, the solemn imperial royal guards all took a step forward.
At Gladys's signal, the seven or eight North Palace palace guards on the right side of the hall also took a step forward. At this moment, the feeling of intimidation was felt.
Dean Melda was silent for a few seconds.
"Since His Highness the Prince insists and has the support of the Lord of the North, I really have no other choice. Everyone, please follow me."
Melda turned around and walked away. Behind her, the sturdy nun followed closely.
Richard and his two leader-level personal guards looked at each other, and a strong excitement could be seen in his eyes.