"What? The Prime Minister is not dead?" Archbishop Yaconelga stared at the two priests in front of him and asked with some surprise.
It was already late at night.
The blue moonlight shone in from the cut-glass window of Hagia Sophia and fell on Archbishop Nerga's face, making his face look as pale as a corpse.
"Yes, he is not dead," the two priests lowered their heads in front of him and trembled. "Your Majesty, we have not completed the task you gave us. We are willing to be punished."
Archbishop Nerga narrowed his eyes slightly.
He tried hard to restrain the anger that was about to burst out of his chest, and said to the two priests in a cold tone: "If my estimate is correct, with the level of your two magic skills, how can you deal with an unstoppable person?"
It is definitely more than enough for ordinary people with strong strength."
"I'm sorry," a priest argued in a tearful voice, "We have tried our best. But the Bishop, the Prime Minister...the Prime Minister actually found helpers, very strong helpers."
"helper?"
"Yes, helper," the priest buried his head lower, "after the Sistine Prime Minister's carriage turned into an alley that no one passed, we thought we had a chance of victory, so we followed your instructions and
The horses cast magical spells. But before the spell could be finished, our heads were hit by a mysterious force and we fainted completely. We didn’t know anything after that.”
"Trash," Archbishop Nerga reprimanded coldly, "what a bunch of trash."
The two priests suddenly fell silent.
There was a brief silence after that.
Archbishop Nerga clenched and unclenched his fists, and at the same time began to pace back and forth involuntarily in the church hall. The cold moonlight fell on him, dragging his shadow very long and casting it on the wall, like a ghost.
Eerie and terrifying.
After a few minutes, he finally spoke slowly:
"Then did you see clearly who the person who knocked you unconscious was?"
The two priests shook their heads together.
Archbishop Nerga closed his eyes. At this time, he was standing next to the donation box, tapping the wooden box lightly with his fingers, making a crisp sound.
Based on the leakage of secrets about recent events, the Prime Minister's request for help, and the failure of the assassination... Archbishop Nerga can basically tell that someone is secretly targeting him.
That person seemed to understand his thoughts and his entire plan, and could always hinder his actions at the most appropriate time.
At first, Archbishop Nerga thought it was a power struggle between the old and new parties.
The new party secretly planned to take this opportunity to seize the leverage of Prime Minister Sistine and force him to step down.
This kind of thing can be said to be quite common in Braden Kingdom.
Archbishop Nerga's solution is also quite simple: that is to remove Prime Minister Sistine King from the scene and then change to a more convenient tool. In this way, the Church of Light can continue to remain aloof and act as a secret chess player.
But today, the enemy lurking in the dark actually saved Prime Minister Sistine right under his nose!
This gave Archbishop Nelga a creepy feeling.
Because he finally understood that the enemy lurking in the dark was not targeting Prime Minister Sistine and the old party, but Bishop Nerga himself and the Church of Light.
"Then do you know where Prime Minister Sistine is now?" Archbishop Nerga pondered for a moment and asked.
"My Lord Bishop, if the rumors outside are correct, then after the Sistine Prime Minister was rescued, he went to the palace and submitted his resignation to Her Majesty the Queen. Then Her Majesty the Queen imprisoned him in accordance with the rules of the kingdom.
Prison, he is expected to be tried in the Supreme Court in a few days," a priest replied.
"Judgment..." Archbishop Nerga thought silently in his heart.
Inadvertently, his lips pursed into a bloodless line.
He knew that according to the laws of the Braden Kingdom, when a suspect is brought to the Supreme Court, he will accept questioning from prosecutors, prosecutors, prosecution lawyers, etc., and finally the judge will make a decision after the jury votes.
The final punishment.
This means that as long as the Sistine Prime Minister is brought to the Supreme Court, he is likely to reveal the Church of Light and Archbishop Nerga in various inquiries.
Especially since Archbishop Nerga had just planned an assassination attempt against the Prime Minister, he was very worried that the disobedient pawn of the Sistine Prime Minister would take the opportunity to retaliate.
"All possible threats must be eliminated in advance," Archbishop Nerga said to himself secretly, "Such a thing must not be exposed to outsiders. Otherwise, I will definitely lose my foothold in the Braden Kingdom.
The Pope will probably remove me for this."
Then he raised his head and called to a priest:
"John?"
"My lord, I am here," the priest said respectfully.
"The Sistine Prime Minister is alive today because of your incompetence," Archbishop Nerga said coldly. "If you were more capable, how could you have caused such trouble for me?"
"The bishop is right, I am indeed stupid." The priest nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Since you are sincere in admitting your mistake, I will give you a chance to make amends." At this point, Archbishop Nerga's tone softened slightly, "If my estimate is correct, the Sistine Prime Minister
He should now be imprisoned in the dungeon below the palace, awaiting trial by the Supreme Court. You can sneak in secretly tomorrow night and strangle Sistine to death with a rope, pretending that he committed suicide.
"If this happens, I will forget about it."
The priest named "John" looked at him blankly, obviously not expecting that the archbishop would give him such a task.
"But, Lord Bishop..." the priest known as "John" whispered, "I am happy to complete this task for you, but as we all know, the palace dungeon is one of the most strictly guarded places in the entire Braden Kingdom. Moreover, above
The enemy who stopped us from assassinating the Prime Minister this time is also very likely to appear this time. I'm afraid..."
"Are you afraid to go?" the archbishop said calmly, "or are you not afraid of punishment?"
"I'll go!" John blurted out without thinking.
"Very good," Archbishop Nerga felt the anger in his chest gradually dissipate, and his mood became as cold as ice. "When you set off, remember to come to me. I will put 'Holy Light Armor' on your body.
' and the two magical spells 'Holy Light and Space', and then let you wear the 'Chain of Punishment'.
"With them, even in a heavily guarded place like the palace, you will be able to act as if there is no one around."