Chapter 327 Chapter 121 Discussion
“My father is well, thank you for your concern, Bishop Lord.”
Igter replied. With Bishop Patel’s purple robe and his identity as the Marquis’s son, he could fully represent the attitudes of two powers in Lorinc. Therefore, Igter’s reply was very cautious: “Bishop Lord, may I ask why you have summoned me to the Holy Temple?”
“Your Excellency is too kind, I dare not say I have any teachings. I just wish to speak with Lord Marquis through Young Master Ig.”
Igter stirred with spirit, thinking that this bishop was truly direct, without any pretense. “Lord Patel, please speak.”
The bishop in the purple robe nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the young man’s face, and he said:
“Although Young Master Ig has only been back in Lorinc for a short time, he must be familiar with the current situation in this city. Have you heard of the heresies that are currently surging under the holy radiance of Lorinc?”
“Are you referring to the Church of the Dead Word, Bishop Lord?”
“Indeed.”
Bishop Patel placed the bronze scepter in his hand on the holy table. The golden markings on his purple god robe exuded an aura of divine light, and he said:
“Although it has only been a month, the rumors that have been spread have made the entire Lorinc uneasy. This heretical organization is not only in its form, but even its methods and motives are still difficult to fathom.”
“Does Bishop Lord mean that the Church’s knights have also clashed with the ‘Dead Word’ Church?” Igter asked, looking at the bishop in the purple robe.
“Naturally. The Church’s holy orders have encountered them more than once, but these heretics are indeed difficult to investigate, so not much information has been obtained.”
Bishop Patel’s expression was not without regret, and he raised his eyes again to scan the young man’s face, “Also, after the old Marquis was injured, Lord Marquis also invited me to go… It’s very strange, his injury was not caused by energy or poison. Even when I performed the Great Resurrection spell, it had no effect.”
Igter nodded. Regarding this “Church of the Dead Word,” even his father hadn’t found many clues and could only dispatch knights from his territory to guard the city. Therefore, he didn’t have much to say about Bishop Patel’s answer.
However, since a bishop in a purple robe personally found him, it was obvious that such a statement was just a prelude.
“Then, what is Bishop Lord’s intention?”
“Regarding the heresies that have appeared in Lorinc, I have written to the main church a few days ago, but even if Lord Richelieu wanted to send the ‘Hand of Ultimate Light’, it would take at least half a month.”
Bishop Patel’s expression became serious, “And these days, the Church’s messengers have investigated and detected many dark and evil forces pouring into Lorinc. If my guess is correct, these heretical evildoers will most likely collude with the ‘Church of the Dead Word,’ and perhaps, their planned conspiracy will erupt recently… I think Lorinc probably cannot get Lord Richelieu’s help.”
Igter’s eyes showed thoughtfulness. On the way back to Lorinc, they not only encountered Hodrea, the swordsman who had fallen into the abyss, but also Vicena, who was almost killed by a siege. The person who almost caused this “First Mage” to die was also the necromancer who had awakened the “Abyss of Deathly Stillness” of the Black-winged Monarch.
If he were to say that their arrival in Lorinc had nothing to do with the “Church of the Dead Word,” Igter would certainly not believe it.
“External evil forces… In that case, does Bishop Lord wish to borrow my father’s strength?”
“Naturally. Marquis is a renowned swordsman in the Kingdom, and the knight legions he commands are considered elite.”
Bishop Patel moved the silver holy emblem on the table, and a faint brilliance overflowed from his gray-brown pupils, and he shook his head, “If these people really came to Lorinc at the request of the ‘Church of the Dead Word,’ it wouldn’t be entirely a bad thing. At least they would leave more traces upon contact. If we can have the help of Lord Marquis, we can have more power to compress these people’s space.”
Igter thought, if you want to find my father for help, just go see him, why come to me? Could he refuse such cooperation which is beneficial to Lorinc?
However, as Igter’s identity, it was not appropriate to say such words directly to a high-ranking bishop in a purple robe. “Bishop Lord, I will pass on your words to my father.”
After receiving Igter’s promise, Bishop Patel’s expression relaxed considerably, and a faint smile appeared on his aged face.
He gestured for the young man to taste the light fruit tea that the nun had just served. Sliced citrus and white grapes floated in the holy water soaked by the sacred stone. Igter’s lips touched it, and a slight sweet and sour sensation was felt in the cool touch. In addition, there was a very strong vitality in the aura of divine light.
The holy water soaked by the sacred stone of the Sacred Light Church contained divine power of light, which not only could dispel evil, but also eliminate diseases and pain for ordinary people. Even for extraordinary people, it had considerable benefits for the body.
Miss Verafia, who was sitting idly by the side and feeling very bored, tasted a little and found the taste to be very good. Her big eyes immediately lit up, and she grabbed the cup and drank it down with “thump, thump.” She then turned her head and asked the nun next to her for more.
The bishop in the purple robe smiled kindly. He glanced at Flarn, who had not drunk the fruit tea, and then his gaze fell back on the black-haired young man, and he said again, “Besides the Church of the Dead Word, there is one more thing I need Young Master to convey to Lord Marquis.”
“Please speak,” Igter replied.
“Lorinc is the fief of the Landislofen family. The priests of the Holy Temple come to this city only to share radiance for your Lord’s followers… However, Lorinc has never been stable, and this is not something that only happened because of the appearance of darkness and heretical churches.”
Bishop Patel’s voice made Igter suddenly look up, his gaze almost disbelievingly looking at the other party. The bishop in the purple robe chuckled, his gray eyes looking at Igter’s surprised face, and added:
“Of course, Young Master Igter should know more about such matters than I, an outsider.”
Igter did not answer immediately, but remained silent. Bishop Patel, dressed in a purple god robe, was not in a hurry either. He showed a slight smile, raised the tea set in his right hand, and sipped the clear water.
However, seeing that neither of them answered, Verafia seemed to be getting impatient. She first shook her little boots, then nudged the silver-haired girl next to her: “Flan, you say… what are these two talking about?”
Flan hesitated for a moment, and her raised scarlet eyes first fell on the black-haired young man opposite her, then she uncertainly said to Verafia, “Sister, um, I guess it’s about Igter’s family.”
Verafia was about to ask more, but at this moment, the black-haired young man opposite her slightly raised his head and said with a wry smile, “I really didn’t expect Bishop Lord to mention this matter.”
