That night, Archbishop Yaconelga stayed up all night.
He held the "Bible of Light" in his hand and stood alone outside the door of Hagia Sophia, quietly looking at the deep night in the capital city of Lund.
He watched the blood-red sunset sinking below the horizon, and the darkness swallowed up the entire city. Then the dim yellow kerosene lamps on the roadside lit up one after another; when the sky in the east turned white, the street lamps lit up one after another.
The ground is extinguished.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"..."
At this time, the church bell rang six times, quietly awakening the mist-shrouded capital from its slumber.
Archbishop Nerga frowned.
This was the time he and John agreed to meet.
According to the requirements he had given to John before, after completing the task, John had to return to Hagia Sophia at six o'clock in the morning at the latest.
Yaconelga has been the archbishop of Braden Diocese for several years. Not only does he have a lot of information about the palace, but he has also personally visited the palace more than once. He also has a deep understanding of the deployment of troops in the palace dungeon.
In his opinion, it is more than enough for John, who has the "Holy Light Armor" and "Holy Light Sky", to complete the task within this period of time.
"Just wait a little longer," he secretly comforted himself in his mind, "Maybe John, that idiot, got lost in the castle."
However, when the golden sun climbed to the top of the sky, he still didn't see half of John's shadow.
This made him feel more and more anxious.
This must be the mastermind behind this. He secretly thought in his heart. They may have expected all this. They must be targeting me.
Thinking this way, Archbishop Nerga began to pace back and forth outside the door of Hagia Sophia involuntarily, clenching and unclenching his fists with both hands, and sweat dripped from the back of his neck.
It is not a strange thing that someone wants to deal with him.
He was able to climb up the ladder step by step from a hungry, cold, homeless orphan, and finally became the highly anticipated archbishop, taking charge of the entire Braden diocese. Naturally, he experienced countless bloody events.
During this period, he killed those who stood in his way, swept away those who were jealous of him, and trampled under his feet those who had looked down on him.
Naturally, those people will hold a grudge against him and hold him in their hearts.
However, once someone actually takes action, Archbishop Nerga will block it with troops and cover it with water.
Aknelga knew that from the moment he cut off the head of the High Priest of the Dark Temple, there was no turning back. He had no other choice but to climb up.
Because of this, although there are endless clowns, no one has ever been able to truly challenge his status.
until today
The enemy lurking in the dark gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis.
The other party could always accurately predict every step of his plan and firmly grasp the rhythm of the entire situation, but never showed his true face in front of him.
He couldn't even guess the other party's motives for dealing with him.
This made Archbishop Nerga feel like a blind man. Facing the stones flying from all directions, he could only hold his head to block them, but he did not know who threw these stones, let alone how to fight back.
“Something must have happened to John,” he told himself. “If I’m not wrong, the man behind the scenes will definitely detain John and the Prime Minister together and use them as weapons against me.
"If things are exposed, I will lose my foothold within the Braden Kingdom."
"I can no longer be passive like this. I must find out the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes. Only in this way can I be on guard against his unpredictable tricks."
Thinking of this, Archbishop Nerga no longer stopped at the door of Hagia Sophia.
He turned around, walked indoors, and walked towards the donation box in the center of the church.
The marble floor tiles under this donation box are slightly higher than the other floor tiles.
On the day when young Auxiliary Bishop Howard was sworn in to join the Church of Light, he almost tripped over this raised floor tile.
On that day, Archbishop Nerga was also frightened.
When he shouted to Howard, "Hey! Wait! Don't hit that donation box," his heart was in his throat, and his tone was rarely anxious and panicked, for fear that Howard would become curious after falling.
Discover the secret hidden beneath the donation box.
Fortunately, Howard was simple-minded and just thought he was caring about him and didn't think too much about it.
Archbishop Nerga breathed a sigh of relief.
And today, the secret hidden under the donation box will finally come into use.
In the empty church hall, Archbishop Nerga bent down and moved the donation box to one side; then he squatted down and summoned his strength to move the slightly raised marble floor tile.
Underneath the floor tiles is a small hidden compartment.
There are three golden pieces of paper placed in the dark compartment.
At first, Archbishop Nerga misappropriated 50,000 gold pounds donated by William Earl of York without authorization to create a gorgeous triple crown as a gift to the Pope. In return, the Pope gave him these three golden pieces of paper.
According to the Pope, each piece of golden paper can request the divine power of the goddess of light once.
As long as the piece of paper is thrown into the flame, Archbishop Nerga can use the power of the goddess of light to know everything he wants to know.
There is no doubt that this is a private and shady transaction.
After all, under normal circumstances, the power of divine descent is a power that only the Pope can use, and can exert legendary power.
Archbishop Nerga has always regarded these three pieces of paper as treasures and life-saving trump cards. He hid them in a secret compartment under the donation box and never used them.
But today, he could no longer restrain his fear of the unknown.
He decided to turn the unknown into the known at all costs.
So he took out the three golden pieces of paper from the secret compartment and walked to the fireplace of the cathedral.
Looking at the orange flames dancing in the fireplace, he took a deep breath and threw a piece of paper in.
"Goddess of Light..."
"Our Lord in heaven, Creator of the sun, moon and stars..."
"May you protect your loyal followers and tell him the truth..."
"Please tell him who is the person who is secretly dealing with him..."
"..."
He clasped his hands together and placed them on his chest, chanting over and over again with an unprecedented piety.
After a moment, a blurry image appeared faintly in the flames.
Archbishop Nerga was surprised and delighted.
He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to see clearly who the person in the image was.
However, at this moment, black mist suddenly rose from the fireplace, like a dark wave, extinguishing the flames in the fireplace, and the blurry image disappeared.
At the same time, Archbishop Nerga also felt a strong resistance and involuntarily took three steps back. At the same time, he coughed several times and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
"What a strong backlash," he secretly sighed in his heart, "I didn't expect that even with the power of the goddess of light, I wouldn't be able to see the true face of the mastermind behind the scenes."
But he doesn't intend to give up there.
After he regained his composure, he walked to the fireplace in three steps at a time, relighted the firewood in the fireplace, and then, as if possessed, he threw the two remaining pieces of golden paper in his hand.
"Great goddess of light...please tell me who is dealing with me secretly..."
"If I can learn the truth, I am willing to pay any price..."
"..."
"At all costs?" A cold voice sounded slowly in the flames.
"Yes, at all costs." Archbishop Nerga gritted his teeth and replied.
Under the strong pressure, he could no longer stand firm and fell to his knees with a "plop".
His black hair turned gray at this moment.
And wrinkles appeared on his forehead.
This time, the black mist still rose, but was quickly annihilated in the golden firelight.
A clear figure emerged from the flames.
Black hair, blue eyes, young and handsome.
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