Huh? Are they all real?.

But after they left the church, the knight in charge heard Patriarch Glenn say:

"Go directly outside the city."

The knight was taken aback:

"Patriarch, the Grand Patriarch was assassinated in the Lower City."

Patriarch Glenn gave the knight a cold look and said:

“I know, but I’m saying, go outside the city, go to the old mine. Do you understand, sir?”

Such a big matter obviously cannot be entrusted to others.

Regardless of whether he continues to cooperate with the mysterious assassin afterward, he must personally go to the old mine to seize the most crucial evidence.

Even though everyone does these things, if you get into trouble, don't blame everyone else for being innocent and virtuous.

The knight immediately lowered his head and said:

"Yes, Patriarch."

Thus, while the other two patriarchs went to the body of the Great Patriarch, Patriarch Glenn left the city and headed straight for the old mine that belonged to the Great Patriarch.

Moen, who was being held by Lily and standing on a big tree, also saw this scene from afar.

After watching them leave the city, Moen couldn't help but say:

"Although I've seen them many times, these guys really haven't changed no matter where or what era they're in."

That's good, because it means his proof is increasingly likely to succeed.

That's not good either, because it means the insects will live a few more days.

Then, he turned to the girl who was holding him to keep him from falling and said:

"Now, we have half a key to open the Grand Cathedral of Camelot."

The girl looked at Moen quietly and said:

What's our next step?

"I'll go to the tavern again tomorrow."

The girl instantly understood Moen's thoughts. She frowned and said:

"They will definitely lock down the city, so the people behind them will most likely not be able to get here in time, and may not even be able to communicate with you remotely. So, isn't this too hasty?"

Moen laughed:

"If this can prevent them from coming, then there is no need for us to cooperate with them in depth."

The further Moen goes, the bigger the things he will have to do.

Therefore, the strength of allies must also be up to par.

Otherwise, it would not only be hindering Moen and the other two, but also sending them to their deaths.

-

Just as the girl predicted, the entire Rodgren was completely sealed off after Patriarch Glenn left.

Church knights and imperial soldiers are searching house to house for suspicious persons.

The hotel where Moen and the girl were staying was also one of their targets for investigation.

However, this was of no use, because the portraits they obtained did not match the two men, Moen and his companion, at all.

So after Moen voluntarily slipped a few silver coins onto it.

They not only left with great satisfaction, but also specifically instructed their partners that the area had been thoroughly investigated.

There were almost no encounters that could be described as risky throughout the night.

Even the previous assassination attempt was the same.

The depravity of this group of people truly takes root in every part of their being.

To Moen's dismay, it was the same when he came before, and it's still the same now.

Chapter 283 The Girl's Unique Tenderness

With the dual protection of the Imperial Guards and the Church Knights.

Throughout the night, not only were there no more visitors to Moen and Lily's room, but their hotel was also deserted.

As the sun began to rise on the horizon.

The girl lying on the bed patted her empty bed and said to Moen:

"We still have some time, so why don't you come up and take a nap?"

Moen glanced at the girl in her pajamas and the space deliberately left empty next to her.

He turned his head and said:

"No need, it's not really appropriate."

The girl tilted her head and looked at Moen, saying:

"What's wrong with that? I don't mind."

Moen, who had been sitting with his back turned almost all night, stammered slightly:

"Um, this isn't your problem."

The girl did not respond to Moen's answer, but she also did not extend another invitation.

He only said one sentence:

"I'm going to change clothes."

The girl's voice was very soft, but it lacked any of the shyness a girl should have.

Moen stood there, stunned for a moment, and then he heard the rustling sound of clothes falling to the ground.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room, as if every sound was drilling straight into his ears.

Such a voice made Mo En blush slightly, and he was somewhat at a loss for words. He could only quickly say:

"Ah, I won't turn around."

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to let his thoughts drift elsewhere, but his heart was beating faster involuntarily, and his ears were unconsciously paying attention to even the slightest movement behind him.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat subtle, and time seemed to slow down at that moment.

But to Moen's surprise, he heard footsteps, not from outside, but from behind him.

The girl approached him.

Then, did I just hear her putting on her clothes?

Theoretically, she should have been properly dressed, but Moen did not hear the corresponding sound.

At the same time, Moen felt a tingling heat flow through his body near his ear.

“I don’t mind if you turn around.”

Moen had seen the most alluring succubi and the most seductive siren.

But even if you add up all the succubi and siren that Moen encountered...

Their allure to Moen was far less subtle than this moment.

Because Moen almost turned around.

But in the end, Moen stood still.

"It's really not appropriate."

The heat behind him disappeared from Moen's senses, leaving him feeling somewhat lost.

But the girl's voice also rang out:

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore. I've changed, so you can turn around now."

Relieved, Moen immediately turned around.

But as soon as he turned around, he abruptly turned back, saying with a hint of helplessness:

"Didn't you say it was already changed?"

The girl, wearing only her underwear, laughed:

"Yes, I've changed, but I haven't put on my coat yet."

Moen could only sigh again and say:

Please stop teasing me.

The girl let out a soft, bell-like laugh from behind Moen.

The voice was so pleasant that it made it impossible to feel angry, and Moen couldn't think of any reason to be angry either.

He was the one who benefited.

This time, Moen finally heard the voice he was supposed to hear.

However, he still glanced back slightly, not entirely at ease, and only turned around completely after seeing that the girl was truly dressed.

The girl stepped forward and pushed Moen, saying:

"I've rested well now, so you should rest well before we set off. I'm an elf now, and even though the goddess has taken away my blessings, I'm still more resilient than humans."

Moen did not refuse again, but went to bed fully clothed.

Moen fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down.

Because this place really makes him feel at ease.

The girl stood by the bed watching Moen lie down and fall asleep. After a brief gaze, a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes, and there was only tenderness, no shyness at all.

She climbed onto the bed as lightly as a kitten. She turned slightly to the side, leaning against Moen, her eyes fixed on him silently.

Her gaze lingered on Moen's face, from the bridge of his nose to his slightly trembling eyelashes, as if she wanted to etch his current appearance deep into her heart.

The room was completely quiet at that moment, with only Moen's breathing and the girl's soft heartbeat intertwining to create a tranquil and beautiful melody.

The morning sun shone through the window, bathing them in a golden glow, making everything seem so peaceful and beautiful.

-

News of the Patriarch's death had spread throughout the world as early as yesterday.

Let alone the Storm Church, which has been at peace ever since, the assassination of a Patriarch of the Church of Orthodox God is a major event that would cause concern in the whole world.

Chaos reigned within the church, while those outside speculated about who had killed the Patriarch.

The prevailing opinion is that the Church of Storms has finally abandoned even the last shred of principle—the episcopal edict.

In other words, no matter what, as long as a clergyman reaches the level of bishop, he will always be able to keep his life intact and enjoy his old age.

This is not a written decree in the canon; although the Storm Church has completely broken free from the control of God and the King, they are not so insane as to rely on the prestige of God and the King.

This is a convention they've followed for countless years.

There have never been exceptions.

But now it seems that some of them are finally planning to make changes.

Meanwhile, in the Holy City of Storms, the cardinals sitting around the round table were also discussing the matter animatedly.

This was the first time such a high-ranking colleague had been killed, which made them all feel uneasy.

Because they also felt that one of them had finally become completely inhuman.

Regarding this matter, some suggested first bringing the Patriarch's body back to Camelot and then performing a grand divination ceremony to obtain the answer directly.

Some people believe that since the other party dared to take action, they must have already prepared counter-divination methods, so it is necessary to quickly send one or even several cardinals to the area to investigate everything thoroughly.

To avoid complications arising from prolonged delays.

The cardinals were all talking at once.

The elderly pope did not give any answer.

He simply sat quietly in the chair placed in front of the round table, closing his eyes to rest.