Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

In the emperor's expectation, the people from the temple finally arrived.

Bai Tuanzi pointed at the leading man with a majestic face and a serious face and shouted: "He was the one I saw in the temple last time."

"Okay, okay, I understand, don't get excited." Bai Tuanzi didn't need to remind him that he also saw Widley.

It's incredible.

Not long after they separated, the two met again.

Widley spotted the gorgeous and flamboyant young man among the crowd at a glance.

Sure enough, no matter what time, His Highness is always the most dazzling one.

Unfortunately, their current identities are no longer what they used to be.

Widley changed out of his magic robe. He was wearing a priest's attire, with holy white and a beautiful face, like an angel who strayed into the mortal world.

He followed the Pope to Rong Mo and gave Rong Mo a slightly proud smile.

After all, the status of the temple is more than one and a half stars higher than that of the magician.

As a result, Rong Mo's eyes only stayed on him for a moment, then fell on the Pope. Then he put his palms on his chest and leaned slightly to salute.

From beginning to end, he looked indifferent and his posture was calm.

"My father is seriously ill and is in bed. On behalf of my father, I would like to express my condolences to His Majesty the Pope."

The pope's status was higher than that of the royal family, and the emperor had to give him three points of favor, not to mention that Rong Mo was just a crown prince.

"Well, let's go in"

The pope swept over Rong Mo without leaving a trace, then nodded and signaled Rong Mo to lead the way.

The two godfathers following him were old acquaintances with Rong Mo.

The two who greeted him last time.

Rong Mo smiled at the two of them. The two godfathers were obviously a little surprised, but they quickly smiled back.

There was a scandal in the temple a while ago, which greatly reduced the temple's credibility.

Normally, their posture is usually very high.

But now, they have to use the royal family to restore the reputation of the temple. Finding the real Son of Light is the best chance.

That's why they sent so many people here.

"It's been a long time, Your Highness. Can you improve your swordsmanship?" Fred chatted with Rong Mo warmly.

The two of them didn't know each other since they didn't fight each other. Fred Xi only recognized Rong Mo's talent. Their relationship wasn't good, but not bad at all. They could exchange a few words with each other.

Rong Mo shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I have been recovering from my injuries recently. I am afraid I will disappoint Captain Fred."

Fred was stunned for a moment. He was only talking to Rong Mo, forgetting that he had just endured two waves of assassinations. He was a little embarrassed for a moment, "I'm sorry, I was rude. Is Your Highness feeling better?"

He instead cared about Rong Mo's body, and paid special attention to Rong Mo's face. His lips were honey-colored, but it looked like he had applied lipstick, and there was a hint of fatigue between his brows.

I think the Crown Prince has not been doing well lately.

Rong Mo also cooperated and twitched the corners of his lips, his face even more pale and weak.

Fred sighed leisurely, "I didn't expect Yimi Lei to do such a thing."

Because Rong Mo beat the couple several times with a stick, and because Yimi Lei devoted herself to the puppet doll, the little flame of love between him and Fred was completely strangled in the cradle.

When Fred heard that Yimi Lei had betrayed the country and colluded with the black magician to assassinate Rong Mo, he was shocked, but soon he just sighed and forgot about it.

Seeing the two of them chatting happily, Widley felt as if needles were pricking his heart. He stared closely at the thin figure. From the moment they met until now, His Highness has not said a word to him.

The two of them might as well have just known Fred for a short time.

Widley was still angry with Rong Mo when he left the palace, but he would still be worried when he learned that His Highness had been assassinated, but he could not leave easily after entering the temple.

He came this time to see the crown prince.

Widley slowed down unknowingly, and his body was level with Rong Mo. He was surprised to find that the knight beside Rong Mo was not there. He couldn't help but asked angrily, "His Royal Highness's exclusive knight seems not to be qualified."

"???"

The smell of gunpowder is so strong after eating firecrackers?

Rong Mo raised his eyebrows, glanced at Widley, and gave a simple explanation, "I sent him to lead people to track down the black magician."

In fact, Xiu Jin was asked to return to the Magic Tower.

Rong Mo was not sure whether the Pope would recognize his identity. The mission was coming to an end. As a precaution, he asked Xiu Jin to return to the Magic Tower to wait for news about him.

Widley sneered with disdain, "If Your Highness had listened to me and learned magic, you would not have given the black magician an opportunity."

Those who study magic look down on those who play swordsmanship, and it's no wonder that Widley has always had a higher status than knights. Even the priests in the temple have a higher status than the Templars.

This is also the reason why Fred would humor Widley even if he didn't like him.

Rong Mo's mouth twitched when he heard this.

Widley is like that little black fan who escaped from the trap and returned to the trap.

Now look at his nose, which is not a nose, and his eyes, which are not eyes.

He was too lazy to talk nonsense to Widley and simply ignored him.

Widley punched the cotton and held back the pain. Feeling Rong Mo walking faster and faster, he also followed.

"Your Highness, I finally came to the hunting ground, won't you show me around?"

His voice was loud, and he shouted it out on purpose, and both the Pope and the priest heard it.

Widley's identity was very complicated, and he was extremely talented in magic. Whenever they heard that the Pope had an illegitimate child in the early ten years, they would execute the child to prevent the gods from punishing him.

But now that he has grown up, his magic talent is second only to the Pope. If it were not for this embarrassing status, he might be the next Pope.

Therefore, the priest dare not take care of him, and the pope will not be too harsh on his son if he owes him anything.

Hearing such rude words, the others just glanced at Widley and said nothing.

"..."

I never thought that one day I would be able to overwhelm this kid.

Rong Mo sneered in his heart, but his face remained as indifferent as ever, "I have some physical inconvenience, so Kailin will show you around."

The person with a higher status than him is the Pope. Do you really think that if you have a more awesome father, you can ride on his head and dominate him?

I'm sorry, but your father's reputation is still relying on me to save it.

Rong Mo showed no respect at all, and his face grew colder, which made the people in the temple feel a little nervous.

This displeases the Crown Prince.

But also, who is the Crown Prince, how can he be a guide for others, not to mention that he just woke up from a coma after being assassinated.

Isn't it nonsense to make such an excessive request?

The Pope also noticed the subtle changes in Rong Mo, and blamed Sheng Wei Deli perfunctorily, "Don't be rude."

Widley opened his lips, held his stomach and followed behind.

He was not interested in hunting grounds, he just wanted to be alone with the crown prince.

In the past, let alone the paddock, he could enter even the Royal Garden of the Sun Palace whenever he wanted!

With a tightness in his chest, Widley followed everyone to the meeting hall in silence.

The Pope sat at the head, and Rong Mo sat not far away. Under his clothes was the disguise prop given by Duke Berg.

So is the bracelet on my hand.

As long as he doesn't reveal the power of darkness, the Pope won't notice it.

"Your Highness, does he know why we are here?" The pope's eyes fell on Rong Mo.

Rong Mo shook his head, "I don't know, it was my father who ordered me to receive His Majesty."

The pope's expression was indifferent, as if nothing in the world was in his eyes, "Your father said that Yimi Lei is the real son of light."

"..." Rong Mo deliberately showed surprise, and everyone else looked at him with scrutiny.

After a while, he pursed his lips and murmured softly, "My father told me the same thing more than ten years ago."

"..."

The others were silent for a while.

The Children of Light will awaken their bloodline as they grow older, and any speculation before that is empty talk.

This is also the reason why the temple did not come to confirm the bloodline after it was reported that the Crown Prince was the Son of Light.

You are too young to see anything.

The two princes are not very old now, but their bloodlines are definitely showing signs of awakening.

The Pope took out a silvery gemstone, which contained pure light power. The moment he took it out, Rong Mo felt strong discomfort.

Fortunately, he could bear it and there was no strangeness on his face.

Before the Son of Light awakens, he cannot exert the power of light that symbolizes the vitality of all things, but the Divine Stone can vaguely identify the location of the Son of Light based on his breath.

The Pope took out Imire's personal belongings, placed the sacred stone on it, and waited for a response.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the sacred stone.

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes passed, but there was no response from the sacred stone...

Rong Mo just watched them waiting there.

A group of idiots, Imire is in the magic tower, no props can spy on her, and his aura will be completely wiped out by the restrictions of the magic tower.

If the approximate location could be guessed, wouldn't the black magicians have been driven away long ago?

There was no result until the end.

The Pope put away the sacred stone and sighed, "It seems that he is not the Son of Light."

There are two princes in the royal family, either Yimi Lei or His Highness the Crown Prince. Maybe the bloodline has not yet awakened, so there is no rush.

The expressions of other people in the temple were also calm, and they were not disappointed with the result.

Before the Son of Light awakens, he has nothing to do with the temple. Only after awakening can he go to the temple, receive the oracle, and become a member of the temple.

They haven't awakened yet, so they can only continue to wait.

They were ready to rest at the manor and then return, but the Crown Prince, who had been silent, spoke.

"Your Majesty, I have something to ask of you."

The Pope frowned slightly and looked at Rong Mo. It was rare for the royal family to seek a place in the temple. He hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Your Highness, please speak."

When he finished speaking, he saw the young man showing a forced smile, his eyes full of bitterness, "My father was so ill that he lost consciousness. He only believed that Yimi Lei was the son of light, and I took Yimi Lei's position."

As he spoke, Rong Mo placed the voice recorder on the table, and the conversation between him and the emperor echoed in the huge meeting hall.

Everyone's expressions were shocked.

The emperor actually wanted to kill the crown prince and allowed the black magician to rescue Imire.

The Pope's expression froze for a moment, and he had never encountered such a situation.

"I really don't know what to do. I want to ask the Pope to deprive me of my position as crown prince. I really don't want to kill my relatives because of my identity."

After the words fell, the young man seemed to endure it again and again, and tears fell from the end of his eyes slightly red.

The crown prince, who was responsible for state affairs at a young age, behaved calmly and calmly when he was assassinated. Faced with his father's harsh words, he felt helpless like a child, and was forced to turn to the temple for help.