Chapter 328 Chapter 122 Harvest
“I never thought that Bishop Lord would mention this matter.” Igert raised his head and said with a wry smile.
Bishop Patel had already made his meaning clear to this extent. Unless he was deliberately playing dumb, how could he not understand?
Bishop Patel’s words clearly referred to the divergence within the Landislofen family between the previous Patriarch Ward, Yagmein, and the long lineage represented by the clan elders, and the faction led by Eggesti, who was now the Marquis and clan leader. Furthermore, because of Igert himself, the ambitions of the opposing side had been stirring for years.
However, Igert truly did not expect Bishop Patel to bring it up in front of him.
Just as Patel had said earlier, the churches of the Holy See merely represented the will of the Sacred Light and were not allowed to interfere with secular lords or families, unless matters of excommunication or grave sins were involved.
Bishop Patel looked at the youth’s expression and shook his head, saying, “After all, the current divisions in Lorincel will only increase the space for the Church of the Dead Word and other heretics to hide. To sweep away the shadows with the sword of the Sacred Light, such actions are naturally undertaken without reservation.”
“Then what is your meaning?” Igert asked.
Bishop Patel pulled at the cuff of his sacred robe. The gilded markings shimmered with the colors of Sacred Light under the light, and he replied, “Lord Marquis is the legitimate ruler. Moreover, there is no possibility of him colluding with any heretics.”
Igert breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Bishop Patel had invited him to the church, it was naturally impossible for him to say that he would support the Yagmein faction in front of him. However, after receiving the clear statement from the Cardinal Bishop, Igert finally put his worried heart at ease.
However, Bishop Patel’s words were indeed not without reason. At least Igert himself had not ruled out the possibility that Yagmein would collude with these people.
“Lord Patel, I will report your wishes to my father.”
Of course, Igert certainly did not have the authority to agree directly. Instead, he stood up, bowed to the other party, and expressed himself in this way.
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The sunlight shone on the ground. After leaving the church, Igert, as promised, took Verafia and Fran sightseeing around Lorincel.
Seeing various exquisite jewelry and many strange and novel small toys, the girls’ playful nature gradually surfaced. Fran almost jumped into the arena where knights were competing, wanting to join the match.
— Of course, Igert, startled by the girl’s actions, stopped her.
What a joke! He knew how terrifying this girl, who looked delicate and beautiful, like a young lady, was. Moreover, this young lady did not go about things with restraint. Who knew if she would be so excited that she would blow up this arena?
Although Verafia felt a little displeased that the youth had stopped her, the girl seemed to be in a good mood today, so she quickly forgot about it.
Time quickly passed until noon.
Igert, with Verafia’s snow-white little face slightly flushed and looking unsatisfied, found a hotel with a very good atmosphere and specifications, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, able to rest for a while.
“Heh heh, Little Fran, look, this ‘Emerald Sprinkler Fan’ looks very nice. En, and also the strawberry fresh milk crepe…”
Verafia’s jade-white slender fingers pointed, and she huddled with Fran, looking at the menu with their big eyes. Amidst the girl’s crisp and melodious voice, Igert revealed a slight smile, propped his cheek with his palm, and took the time to recall the conversation with Bishop Patel in the church.
The outcome obtained in the church was not much different from what Igert had thought in his heart. However, he had not expected Bishop Patel to express his willingness to form an alliance so simply in front of him.
However, it was clear that Patel, the person in charge of the Sacred Light Church in Lorincel, was also greatly troubled by the “Church of the Dead Word,” which was like a ghost. He believed that they would cause trouble in a not-too-distant future, and there wouldn’t even be time to wait for reinforcements from the main church.
“Church of the Dead Word, and Bishop Patel…”
Igert couldn’t help but murmur, then raised his gaze to look at the small path on the green grass outside the window.
En, it was still so quiet around, and there were no people from the Church of the Dead Word at all.
Of course, it was unlikely that as soon as a flag was planted, a group of heretics in strange black robes with ferocious faces would suddenly appear. So, Igert still shook his head and put the matter aside for the time being.
The greatest benefit from accepting Bishop Patel’s invitation was undoubtedly the other party’s willingness to stand with Marquis Mays.
Even if Bishop Patel and the clergy of the church did nothing, the influence of the Sacred Light Church and the Cardinal Bishop alone was already a considerable force… Although Igert had no interest in the positions of clan leader and marquis at all.
The youth couldn’t help but glance at the cute girl opposite him, who was talking excitedly to Fran with her little face turned to the side. A smile appeared on his face.
Besides this, the only regret was not seeing Chrisis in the church. According to Bishop Patel, she had been temporarily dispatched to bless the believers in the suburbs and would return in a few days…
“Mmmph!”
The girl’s crisp voice made Igert look up from his thoughts. Verafia seemed to have thought of something, put down the menu in her hand, and jumped off the ground. “Right, didn’t that idiot Ice Dragon say she’d come back to find us… Hmm, it’s been so long, why haven’t we heard any news from her yet?”
“Does Young Lady think Little Fran is lost?”
Igert said with a smile after thinking for a moment. En, considering this Ice Dragon Little Princess’s natural clumsiness, such a thing was indeed possible.
“How could that be… Is this little Ice Dragon that foolish?”
Verafia asked doubtfully, then turned her head to look at the silver-haired girl beside her. “Then, Little Fran, you said this morning that this girl had a communication crystal for you. Can we see if we can find this idiot?”
Fran quickly nodded her head. She took out a transparent blue crystal from her body, on which faint golden lines were etched with magical patterns. The Blood Race Girl squeezed the crystal with a little force, and soon, pure crimson demonic power was injected into it, triggering specific magical fluctuations on the crystal.
Communication crystal, this was born from magical alchemy in recent years. After binding to a corresponding target, within a certain range, simple information could be transmitted to the other party through the amplitude of specific demonic power waves.
Although communication crystals, being disposable products, were not cheap and were easily interfered with by magic shielding, they were still favored by many well-off mages as a novel item. The one in Fran’s hand was also bought out of curiosity by Ophi in Dorun City.
Fran grasped the crystal and injected demonic power into it. After half a minute of shimmering, the magical runes in the crystal burned out and turned into dust in her hand.
As if sensing something, the girl couldn’t help but furrow her delicate eyebrows slightly. A strange expression appeared on her little face, and she raised her crimson eyes, shaking her head at Verafia.
“No… Sister, Ophi doesn’t seem to be here.”
