Set up a funeral service team in a foreign land

Jing Ci's smile faded, and he was a little unhappy. They, the Yinglong Guards, did not force themselves to find out these things. What was this guy from the Holy Church thinking?

Xi Sui'an raised his eyebrows and looked intently at Bishop Ingerson, seemingly unaware of his deeper meaning. He clasped his hands together and smiled cheerfully, "Of course, I think it will be a pleasure chatting with you."

She was not afraid of what Ingerson wanted to do to her. This was not a good time to take action. He probably just wanted to dig out some useful information from her.

Jing Ci frowned slightly and immediately changed the subject: "Xi Sui'an, give the Sword of Promised Victory to His Excellency the Archbishop."

Ingerson was not displeased by the interruption, but just smiled and nodded.

Xi Sui'an took out the Sword of Promised Victory, and the heavy elven stone fell to the ground with a bang. A rusty, corroded, and scrap-iron longsword was quietly sealed inside it.

Ingerson stood up and walked around it, a look of joy in his eyes. He clapped his hands and sighed, "The past is gone forever, but the ancient oath will eventually be renewed."

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and poured the thick golden-blue liquid inside onto the rusty sword. The liquid slowly flowed down, forming an extremely complex rune on the sword.

Xi Sui'an was so shocked that he couldn't express it in words.

Will the ancient oath be renewed?

This... Archbishop Ingerson is a descendant of King Arthur?

She glanced at Jing Ci who looked calm on the side. Did Ying Longwei know about this?

The runes outlined by the golden-blue liquid gradually became complete, and the mottled rust on the surface of the Sword of Promised Victory also peeled off.

The golden hilt of the sword is inlaid with gems as blue as lake water, and dense golden and blue runes are hidden on the long sword, exuding a breathtaking majesty and magnificence as a whole.

Ingerson grasped the hilt of the sword and easily pulled out the holy sword that had been sealed in the dust for countless years. He then held it horizontally in front of his eyes to observe it, with joy and tenderness in his eyes.

The faint sound of swords hummed, as if responding to the call from the deepest part of the long river of time.

Xi Sui watched in silence as Ingerson turned around and sat down opposite them again, placing his sword elegantly across his knees.

Xi Sui'an smiled and congratulated him, "This sword is a perfect match for Your Excellency the Archbishop. With this divine weapon in hand, I believe you can once again recreate the glory of your ancestors."

How could she be so good at talking?

Jing Ci's lips twitched, wanting to offer some flowery compliments and congratulations, but he realized he couldn't say anything as seamlessly as Xi Sui'an, so he gave up and chimed in, "Congratulations, His Excellency the Archbishop."

Ingerson nodded and thanked them softly, "Thank you for taking the trouble to bring the funeral gifts. There's an important funeral at the Holy Court tomorrow that requires your attendance. You might as well go to bed early today."

"?!"

"!!"

WTF?

Xi Sui'an and Jing Ci both failed to conceal their shock.

Funeral gift is a gift money given to the bereaved family.

The Sword of Promised Victory, in their view, was a gift to Ingerson for his accession to the throne. But in the eyes of this clear-minded archbishop, it was a funeral gift for the Holy Lord's funeral?

Tomorrow...ah no, is the Holy Lord dead now?

Ingerson didn't care about the shocked expressions of the two people opposite him. He raised his hand calmly and said, "Take these two distinguished guests to rest. Treat them well and don't neglect them."

Two black-robed deacons came forward to invite them.

Xi Sui'an and Jing Ci looked at each other and stood up at the same time.

"Well, we won't bother you anymore."

It is not appropriate to discuss it in person.

They were arranged in the top floor room of the hotel, which was extremely quiet. Archbishop Ingerson was very considerate and did not ask anyone to guard here. He completely withdrew all sight lines, which seemed very sincere.

Xi Sui'an leaned against the sofa, pulled out Chao Xi, and asked suspiciously, "What's the situation with that archbishop? Does King Arthur really have any bloodline descendants?"

Tide sighed and held his head with his tentacles: "Didn't you find that there's something strange about his aura?"

Xi Sui'an recalled Ingerson's words and actions. "His aura is very gentle and makes people feel very comfortable. When I saw him, I felt my soul purified..."

She paused, "Purification?"

"He is the wielder of the Eye of Purification."

Xi Sui'an hissed. The Eye of Purification did not have the ability to increase combat power, but now the Sword of Promised Victory could make up for his shortcomings.

Including this archbishop, six of the seven mythical eyes have appeared.

Chao Xi continued, "During the Age of Strife, an archbishop entered a foreign land, hoping to profit from the conflict. He faced the vampires, but was defeated and his faith shattered. His Eye of Purification was subsequently stripped from him by the Holy Lord of the time, and he died quietly. If my guess is correct, he's a descendant of that archbishop. After all, someone who can so seamlessly embrace the Eye of Purification is truly rare."

Xi Sui'an tapped the table. So, this could also be considered revenge for his ancestors?

"So he's not. King Arthur's bloodline has long been extinct. Logically, the Sword of Promised Victory would also be forever sealed, but this archbishop seems to be an alchemist as well."

Xi Sui'an turned his eyes to think, and was startled for a moment: "The power of the oath is rooted in King Arthur's bloodline. He may have found the remains of King Arthur or his descendants, extracted the dormant oath from the bloodline, and refined it into runes, in order to awaken the sword of victory of the oath."

The Sword of Oath of Victory is the medium for concluding the oath.

It responds to the blood of King Arthur, and it responds to the power of the oath as well.

Just as the ministers recognize the emperor himself, they also recognize the holder of the jade seal who rebels.

She gasped, feeling that the more attractive a person is, the more one should be wary of them. This archbishop was handsome and had a sweet voice, but he had a cruel heart, so it would be best not to make him her enemy.

She thought for two seconds, walked out of the room and knocked on the door next to her.

Jing Ci didn't rest either, and he wasn't surprised to see her coming. He could imagine that she was as confused and shocked as he was.

Xi Sui'an told Jingci about her and Chaoxi's speculations and analysis.

He paced back and forth for a few steps, his arms folded thoughtfully, and said in a deep voice, "There's such an incident in the Yinglong Guard's records against the Holy Church, but the details are vague. I didn't expect that Archbishop Ingerson is a descendant of the original holder of the Eye of Purification."

It's a reversal of fate.

Xi Sui'an tilted his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "I want to go explore the Holy Court tonight."

Jing Ci was shocked. "The Holy Court is heavily guarded, and there are also judges guarding it. It's not as easy to sneak in as you think. If you are caught by the judges, I can only let you escape to a foreign land and never come back."

If you get caught in that situation, you're the one who's in the wrong.

She smiled and whispered, "No, believe me."

Jing Ci heard the confidence in her words, thought about it, and simply clapped his hands in agreement: "Okay, I'll cover for you. As expected, the Saint Lord's death date is set tonight, and I also want to know how he died."

Jing Ci took out a pen and paper and quickly outlined the general area of the Holy Court, pointing out several key places. Xi Sui'an wrote down the marks on the map one by one.

The night was deepening, and the bright moonlight enveloped the entire holy court.

After Xi Sui'an and Jing Ci acted in unison, they turned on invisibility and jumped off the windowsill with the tide, plunging into the shadows in the dark.

Jing Ci sighed, "He's really bold and daring...it's going to be a lively night."

He closed his eyes and took a nap.

The Holy See Square was silent late at night, with only the members of the jury patrolling.

Xi Sui'an followed the shadows towards the church he had visited during the day. The temple, the residence of the Holy Lord, was located to the northeast of the church.

Between light and darkness, several patrol teams passed by one after another.

She quietly concealed her presence and passed by the patrol officers, quickly running towards the temple.

At this moment, hurried footsteps sounded behind me.

"The Holy Lord has ordered that no one may enter or leave the temple at will tonight."

"Yes."

The sound of powerful footsteps was getting closer. Xi Sui'an avoided the oncoming people and hid in the shadow of the trees. When he saw the muscular brown-haired young man raised his eyebrows, his first thought was that A Luo had indeed returned.

The second thought is that this Holy Lord has been basically sidelined. Look how skilled he is in faking the Holy Order.

Seeing A Luo guarding the door of the temple, Xi Sui'an chose to go around to the back and climb in through a window.