A large group of people had gathered in front of the gate of the Provincial House, and on the streets, the army and the members of the shrine mixed in were guarding the surroundings.
The House of Representatives is a sacred place blessed by the Twelve Emperors. Even this group of powerful members can only wait quietly in the square before the meeting of the House of Representatives.
Not long after, a rather luxurious carriage arrived, and the crowd instantly became quiet.
With a gloomy look on his face, Morata Buge opened the carriage door himself, completely ignoring the waiter on the side, and walked towards the door of the House of Representatives.
Just last night, Mrs. Michila was assassinated on her way to the ball, and Edmund Gore, the highest official of the Shrine who accompanied her, was unable to track down the murderer.
Although a large number of nobles have been assassinated some time ago, Morata Buge, who has always been indecisive, has never really paid attention to this matter, because most of the deceased in the past were just guys with empty status but no real power.
So he just arranged for the shrine to take full responsibility.
But this time it was different. Mrs. Michila was a high-level official who did have certain power, and the murderer's action was undoubtedly a provocation to him, the Speaker.
"Your Excellency, Speaker, please express your condolences. The murderer will definitely be punished." Scola came forward as usual and consoled him.
When Morata Bug saw it was the warden, he forced a smile on his gloomy face and said, "Warden Corles, I also believe that this arrogant murderer will be punished."
of."
After saying that, he made a fist with one hand, placed it across his chest, and prayed silently in his heart.
"Oh, you are an incompetent person who can't wait to put out the fire. I really don't understand how you got to the position you are in now... Are you still praying to your god? Pray hard, idiot!" Scola looked at the person in front of him.
Speaker, said to himself in his heart.
The two walked in the front, and other members of Congress followed them wisely and entered the door of the House of Representatives together.
The entire House of Representatives building is shrouded in the power of "restraint". Once these members step inside, they will follow the rules from the bottom of their hearts and will never do anything out of the ordinary.
Because of this, there are almost no guards around this obviously important building. There is usually only a shrine team stationed here all year round.
Morata Bug's guards did not follow. Firstly, their status was not enough to enter this place. Secondly, the safety here can be completely ensured.
As soon as he entered the front hall of the House of Representatives, Speaker Bug saw the team stationed at the shrine standing at the door and...
"Mr. Speaker." Edmund Gore took off his hat and saluted Morata Bug.
"Sir Gore, you don't have to be there in person." Morata Bug glanced at the highest official of the shrine and said with a smile.
Although he was quite dissatisfied with Edmund Gore's failure to save his wife's sexual order last night, on the surface he did not dare to say anything to this high-level transcendental being.
"I'm here for some business...Mr. Speaker, please enter the venue quickly. This is very important, isn't it?" Edmund Gore said in his usual calm tone, while glancing at Morata Buge's side.
Scola.
"The warden is here too," he said with a slight salute.
"There's no need to do these pretentious things, Gore... Of course I'm here, and I've been standing there for a long time. If you have normal eyesight, you can see it." Scola, however, didn't appreciate it at all, shrugging and mocking.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Coles, for reminding me." Edmund Gore snorted coldly, said goodbye to Speaker Bug, and turned around to leave.
At this time, all the participants had entered the hall, and Morata Buge had also opened the door of the conference hall and wanted to step into it.
Mutation arises from this!
A jet-black unknown substance climbed up Morata Bug's arm along the door handle, and quickly turned into a gas, covering the speaker's body.
"What is this...what is going on!?" Morata Buge exclaimed, trying to wave his arms to get away from the substance, but was still unable to do so.
"Mr. Speaker!" Edmund Gore, who was about to leave the hall, reacted first and rushed towards this side.
"What kind of attack is this!?" Scola, who was closer, frowned and raised his hand to touch.
"Stop!" Edmund Gore shouted angrily, causing Scola's hand to hang in the air, and he himself turned his head slightly confused.
"Help... uh... uh uh ah ah ah..." Morata Bug's movements gradually stopped, and a few syllables came out intermittently from his throat, as if he was asking for help.
"Get out of the way, you suspicious guy!" Edmund Gore had already come closer, and Scola also shrugged and stepped aside, not forgetting to make a "please" gesture.
But it was obviously too late. Under the attack of the supernatural power, an ordinary person like Morata Bug could not hold on for long.
When Edmund Gore used arcane energy to disperse the black substance, the speaker had fainted and fell to the ground with his eyes blank.
"It's a trap-like attack that corrodes the spirit... This, is this actually a method used by assassins?" Edmund Gore held Morata Bug's body with one hand and checked the door handle on the side with a solemn expression.
He couldn't find any clues on the thing where the trap was buried. This was definitely the work of an "assassin" of high rank.
"Could it be that guy?" Edmund Gore glanced at Scola standing aside and thought to himself.
Scola Corless is a soul herder. This is no secret, so no one can be sure whether he has an "assassin" soul.
"Speaker Bug looks very bad. You are not from the mental system. You cannot see his mental state. But I can see it clearly..." Scola suddenly said, "His spirit has been eroded.
It’s full of holes, I personally suggest you send him to the church as soon as possible.”
Edmund Gore suddenly raised his head and stared at Scola, silent.
Scola shrugged, but did not look away.
After a while, Edmund Gore supported Morata Bug, stood up, and walked outside step by step.
"This is a chamber blessed by the Twelve Emperors, and our speaker was actually attacked here. I will definitely investigate this matter to the end." He said in a low tone as he walked.
"You are right, I will also help, Edmund." Scola responded with a smile.
"Humph..." Edmund Gore snorted coldly. Surrounded by other members of the shrine, he passed through the already frightened crowd and walked out of the gate.
Watching Edmund Gore's figure gradually disappear, Scola's smile gradually faded from his face, and a dignified look replaced it.
He turned around and examined the doorknob where the trap was as a "high-level spiritual transcendent".
"There are extremely high-level arcane beings that are gradually dispersing. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it...Lennon Sivens, I still underestimated you." Scola shook his head gently, "I didn't expect you to do it.
To respond to me like this, I didn’t expect you to have such authority..."
Thinking of this, Scola stopped watching. He turned around and left the House hall under the gaze of a group of panicked members.
…
Church of the Twelve Emperors, chapel.
Today is a Sunday designated by the church, and a large number of believers have gathered in this "sacred" room to feel the gifts from "God".
Generally speaking, this process would last the whole morning, but today, something unexpected happened.
"Believers of our Emperor, I regret that I have to ask you to leave in advance today. This is the intention of the great messenger of God, Archbishop Dale Lisi." The priest suddenly shouted loudly, interrupting countless people who were immersed in "
Believers of "God's Gift".
Although the believers were dissatisfied that they could no longer enjoy the pleasure of spiritual sublimation, they all left the scene after hearing what Delise meant.
The archbishop is the spokesperson of God in the hearts of these fanatical believers, and what she says is equivalent to an oracle, which cannot be disobeyed.
The crowd gradually dispersed until...the last person was left.
It was a man wearing a silver-white mask and a black coat. The strange thing was that the priest saw that he didn't leave, but he didn't chase him away.
Moreover, it is very disrespectful to wear a mask to attend services, but no one scolded him before.
After a while, the priest also left the room, all the lights were turned off, and the entire chapel became dark instantly.
The man wearing the silver mask is still sitting there, feeling the darkness and enjoying the darkness...
I don't know how long it took, but with the sound of the door opening, a woman in white robe entered the dark room.
"The church service is over, why don't you leave?" Dale Liz came to the other party and said calmly.
"Ha... Although I am very resistant to becoming a believer of the Twelve Emperors, this feeling of spiritual sublimation is so wonderful, it is even more addictive than hallucinogens. I finally understand why those believers are willing to insist on worshiping." Man.
He glanced at her, but still didn't move. Instead, he leaned his hands on the back of the chair and described the experience just now in an extremely intoxicating tone.
"Are you trying to say that our emperor's followers are no different from those drug addicts?" Dellys frowned slightly, "I can feel that you and I are the 'same' kind of people, but your words and deeds make me feel sick."
"Okay, don't beat around the bush, you and I are both 'God's Favorite', I've known this for a long time." The man said in an impatient tone, "And this is why you came here specifically to see me.
s reason."
Delise did not answer immediately. She stared at this strange man - with a look that looked at heretics.
"No, you don't deserve to call yourself that. You are just a despicable person who takes advantage of my emperor's power. Faith is a joke to you." Delise commented while maintaining a calm tone.
"Hahahahahaha, well said, well said!" The man burst out laughing, as if he had heard some great joke.
After laughing, he held his forehead with one hand and took off the mask with the other hand.
"What you said is correct, but unfortunately, you have to know that my authority is higher than yours now." Under the mask, there was a face with a ferocious expression, which looked particularly scary in the darkness.
"So, are you here just to announce this to me... Let's go back to the beginning, who are you?" Delise looked at the other party, her tone no longer calm.
Finally, she could no longer conceal her emotions, and her tone contained a hint of "disgust".
"My dear, Lennon Sivens, I have met Archbishop Dale Liss." Lennon stood up and saluted with a smile on his face.
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