"Archbishop Teros, long time no see." The pale-faced man kept his smile that would never change, showing no trace of emotional bullying.
As he walked on the red carpet of the cathedral, the guards around him had goosebumps, as if some evil spirit had escaped from hell.
"The Rhine family...Grand Director Nietzsche. I know you. The teacher once told me about your existence, but I don't remember that we have met before." On the highest bishop's seat, there were only two people, Teros and Nietzsche, in the huge hall.
personal.
"Teacher? Teacher??" Nietzsche blinked, "Are you calling Archbishop Augustine... no, no, no, the former archbishop?"
Nietzsche took a step back as if he had been frightened, expressing his surprise with an exaggerated expression, but the lack of blood on his face looked particularly gloomy.
"Kill him," Teros said calmly.
"No, it's you. We heard your voice. You said in your heart that this old man deserves to die. If he died early, I would be the archbishop." Nietzsche smiled, "So if he dies, you will be the archbishop."
Already."
"This is not what I want." Teros's expression was a little angry, and he narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, that's such a pity, Lord Archbishop. But what are you afraid of? You dismissed your devout believers and the girl named Xiu Dong. She is Augustine's granddaughter, right? You are planning to...protect
she?"
"For that small, insignificant guilt in your heart? Because Augustine was your teacher, so after killing him, you decided to protect his family?"
"Oh, what a touching teacher-student relationship this is. You are such a good student. I believe Archbishop Augustine will be proud of you." Nietzsche said these words with a sarcastic face and no fluctuation in his tone.
His voice was a bit high-pitched and faintly harsh.
"Finished? Go away, your dirty bastard-like voice makes me sick. By the way, how did you, a rubbish like you, become the head of the Rhine family? If the ghost-like Duke is really
If there is a shortage of people, I recommend him to look for them in the slums, it is better than someone like you who keeps pushing you."
Teros loosened his fist, his expression calmed down, and he looked sarcastically at Nietzsche, whose expression changed from arrogant and arrogant to solidified.
Almost no one knows what Telos did before he was sixteen, and even if someone knew, they wouldn't believe it. Such an old man with an air of superiority was once a pickpocket at the bottom of the slums!
In front of others, Teros would maintain his image, but now there were only two of him and Nietzsche. And Nietzsche's extremely sarcastic look made the old man blurt out the long-lost nonsense.
"..." Nietzsche's face darkened, completely losing his previous calmness and pride.
"You will pay for what you said."
"Believe it or not, I'm going to make you pay the price now?" Teros frowned and stood up suddenly. This elegant old man still wears a dagger on his waist in case of emergency.
"How impulsive, Archbishop Teros. Compared with Augustine, you are really disappointing." Nietzsche chuckled and looked coldly at Teros, who stood up.
"Oh." Teros sat down and replied lightly.
Nietzsche had imagined many ways to respond to Telos, but Telos, who had been as furious as a low-level gangster just now, suddenly regained his composure, catching him off guard for a moment.
"My lord hopes to know your direction, and also asked me to give you a warning." Nietzsche came back to his senses and kept his strange smile.
"Say it."
"The death of "Black Tomb" needs to be verified. If the news is found that he is indeed alive, then Qiangwei's relationship network must be re-examined."
"That's impossible. If Black Tomb hadn't died, he would have been eighty years old by now. The poison that time was a fatal poison from the Heretic Tribunal. He couldn't have survived so many years." Teros sneered.
"As long as it's about Rose, nothing is impossible. Rose has been fighting with my family for generations, and no one has ever been at a disadvantage. This is the best opportunity in a hundred years." Nietzsche finally showed a hint of ups and downs, like excitement and excitement.
It's excitement.
"The era of the Rhine will eventually come, so what about you as the Holy Religion of Nohi? Create a Holy Religion country in the name of faith, completely remove the current royal family, and your name will be on par with the goddess!"
Nietzsche's eyes staring into Theros are like the gaze of a devil, seductively driving people crazy.
"Black Tomb, Dragon's Claw, Vernonco, Arrowheads, Eton, Golden Rose, Hairless Man, Washington, Curse. This is our first gift to the Archbishop, some of whom are dead, some
Many people have disappeared, even on the list of the Heretic Tribunal, they are all gray. But are they really dead?" Nietzsche was gentle but cold.
"No, they are still alive. Some of them are hiding in Danfengboluo, and some are lurking in Santinoa. They are waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the call of Rose. But they can no longer wait, because the Archbishop does not want them
Live."
Nietzsche bowed deeply to Telos and handed over a letter with a dark green gradient perm pattern.
"Let's end this. Everyone is tired and it's time to rest."
Telos did not speak, he closed his eyes silently, while Nietzsche smiled slightly and exited the gorgeous and wealthy cathedral.
After a long time, Nietzsche's chill slowly dissipated. The guards who had been sent away by Telos returned. Their bodies were still trembling unconsciously. For the first time, they saw the pale face of the aloof archbishop.
"Xiu Dong."
The slender young executive had been kneeling for a long time before Telos tremblingly picked up the glasses he had not worn for a long time and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Just arrived, Lord Archbishop." Xiu Dong's half-long hair covered his eyes, and the guards all secretly sighed in their hearts that this executive officer seemed a bit feminine.
"What's the matter?" Teros was very tired, and he rubbed the corners of his wrinkled eyes.
"The talented female knight named Corneviana ran away. The executive who rushed to Xuan Si Ti waited in the Yinlai Strait until the head of the Winter Palace closed the voyage, but no record of her going to sea was found."
Xiu Dong looked a little unwilling, but he hid it well in front of the Archbishop.
"Will it be missed?"
"No, ten B-level executive officers are on duty for 24 hours a day. Even if she disguises herself, she will not be able to escape. They all have experience in many A missions." Xiu Dong lowered his head, not daring to look into Telos's eyes.
"It is difficult to give an explanation to the Templar Dragon Knights. Dragon King Heinafia has repeatedly proposed to the Holy Church to send senior executives to Xuan Si Ti. These people need multiple layers of approval and review before they can release Danfeng Boluo.
We'll all be in trouble."
"If she does not leave from Xuansiti Port, she can only run inland, and Linglan is a good place... Archbishop, please let me go to Linglan in person this time." Xiu Dong bowed deeply to Telos,