Quadruple split

The next moment, accompanied by a burst of cold light, as the only person who could carry a weapon during the prayer, the cross sword in Yi Zuo's hand was already placed on the old man's shoulder, and at this distance, she only needed to With a slight flick of the wrist, you can chop off the head of any old guy whose strength has not yet reached the legendary level.

"who are you?"

Without any hesitation, the frightened Yi Zuo immediately questioned the intruder in a cold voice. At the same time, fine beads of sweat had quietly climbed up the girl's smooth forehead.

There are three reasons -

First of all, no matter how Yi Zou thought about it, he could not remember exactly when this old man appeared in the armchair opposite his senior.

Secondly, even though his weapon had appeared in a fatal position, the old man still did not react at all, as if he and his long sword did not exist at all.

In the end, Yi Zou couldn't sense the old man in front of him.

It is literally impossible to perceive. Although she can clearly see every wrinkle on the other person's face that is full of traces of time, and can smell the faint scent of incense on the other person's body, in her epic level of perception, what is in front of her is 'Nothing'.

The female knight has no doubt that if she closes her eyes now, the person in front of her will immediately become 'invisible'. Although this situation is not uncommon for ordinary people, in the eyes of any professional who is stronger than a high-level professional All deadly and incredible.

Of course, only Yi Zuo was unbelievable. Mo Tan, whose strength was only at the beginning of the high-level, was calm and composed. He didn't think there was anything strange about this scene at all. After all, his strength had been qualitatively improved after the battle of Sumir, and now he had broken through to the epic level. Although the following steps are not weak, in front of an immortal who has already half-stepped into [Mythology], no matter how hard you try, it is just child's play.

"Relax, little girl."

Two seconds later, an old man wearing a simple gray robe and a goatee looked at Yi Zou cheerfully, raised his hands in cooperation and explained: "We are the old friend of this Black Vatican priest. It can be said that we are different. Half-brothers from both father and mother.”

[Different fathers and half-mothers? Doesn’t that mean it doesn’t matter at all? 】

Yi Zhao was caught off guard and froze until Mo Tan coughed lightly and said something to wake her up——

"Yi Zuo, chop him to death."

Buzz!

At the same time as Mo Tan spoke, the female knight's instinct reacted faster than her consciousness. The cross on the old man's neck suddenly ignited with a golden flame, and then she kissed the old man fiercely. The neck with slightly loose skin seemed to be about to complete a textbook beheading.

"What's wrong with you kid..."

The old man looked at Mo Tan helplessly, letting the long sword in the girl's hand press against his neck, spurting out a large number of golden sparks but unable to move forward at all.

Mo Tan shrugged and said leisurely: "It's just a greeting. Who asked you to break in without saying hello and scare our guardian knight?"

"Your family? Guardian knight?"

The old man blinked his eyes in surprise, and then showed a narrow and malicious smile, smacking his lips and saying: "Tsk, tsk, you kid is having a great time."

"Senior...Senior! This person..."

At the same time, Yi Zuo, who came back to her senses, has almost fallen into a state of confusion. You must know that her slashing, which is still in the present tense, has no reservations. In the case of cutting the neck at zero distance, even if it is a legend The high lord had to politely activate his body-protecting fighting spirit to ensure his life, but the old man in front of him didn't even respond. It seemed that he was just using the skin on his neck to force himself to do his best. Slash with full force.

Therefore, Yi Zuo, who was so horrified by this scene that he could hardly think, finally subconsciously asked his senior for help.

"Alright, put your sword away. Although this man has countless misdemeanors and unforgivable crimes, and deserves death, he is not our enemy."

Mo Tan smiled slightly at Yi Zuo, and after the latter put away his weapon in a daze, he continued in a brisk tone: "Let me introduce, the old guy in front of you is the scum I wanted to talk to you about just now, the fifth person in the Dawn Sect. The one hundred and seventy-third pope, the godson of His Majesty the Holy Father, His Majesty St. Luke Tiffero."

According to: (O_O)

The old man coughed lightly, turned to Yi Zou and smiled happily: "Just call me Luke Tefero. In principle, I should not use the name 'Holy' after I voluntarily relinquish the position of pope." , it will be reactivated after I die."

According to: (O_O)

Mo Tan twitched the corner of his mouth and asked angrily: "Then when will you die?"

According to: (O_O)

Tifilo raised his hand and smoothed his gray goatee, and looked at Mo Tan suspiciously: "If I feel right, isn't your kid's hostility towards me a bit too great?"

According to: (O_O)

Mo Tan looked at the old man in front of him coldly and asked expressionlessly: "Is there any?"

According to: (O_O)

Tifilo nodded vigorously and said seriously: "Yes! This hostility is definitely more than being cheated of twenty copper coins!"

Yi Zuo: "Wow!!!"

Mo Tan chuckled and sighed: "She finally came to her senses."

Tifilo, the old god, leaned back on the chair comfortably and said leisurely: "It's understandable. After all, we are the most outstanding geniuses of the Dawn Sect in more than three thousand years. Even though we are older, in the eyes of little girls and boys, Too……"

"Luke Tefero!"

As if waking up from a dream, Yi Zuo jumped three feet high, suddenly turned his head and shouted to Mo Tan: "Senior! We must notify His Highness Xia Lian immediately!"

Tephiro: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Mo Tan: "Hahahahahahahahahahaha——"

"Stop laughing, kid!"

Tifilo stood up nervously and said in a loud voice: "Let your knight girl give up that dangerous idea, or I will run away now!"

"cough."

Mo Tan, who had laughed enough, did not continue to laugh. Instead, he turned to his guardian knight and smiled: "You should find a place to take a walk first. I have something to talk to His Majesty Tifilo alone."

"Don't inform that crazy woman!"

Tiphilo reminded with a scream.

"Yes, yes, just like he said, don't tell Xia Lian yet."

Mo Tan blinked at Yi Zuo, who looked dull, and said with a smile: "Just do me a favor, okay?"

"...Uh...that...my...good senior..."

Yi Zhao reacted for a while, then nodded blankly, then turned around and walked away with a swaying step, leaving the prayer room.

Obviously, although this female knight has figured out the logic of 'Luke Tefero will not hurt the senior, so she can leave with peace of mind', she is still confused about what just happened, and she has to at least digest it visually. A ten and twenty minutes.

…

"Kid."

After there were only two hesitant men left in the prayer room, Tyfilo quickly broke the silence and asked Mo Tan with a frown: "So what did I do to you?"

"If you insist on talking about this kind of thing, okay..."

Mo Tan calmly looked at the previous pope in front of him, who was probably the only half-step legend in the world, and said calmly: "Before I came to Dubuya City to report my duties, Xia Lian told Yu Chen and me a story. , and the names of the two protagonists in the story are Luke Tefero and Shamar Pratt."

Upon hearing this, Tifilo's expression suddenly froze, and his original calm and calm appearance disappeared in an instant.

Mo Tan, who had spotted Tiphilo's smiling face on the glass window while the wind was blowing, and immediately 'stimulated' it when he realized that the Pope came to him to fulfill his agreement, stared at the old man in front of him expressionlessly. : "So for some personal reasons, I have pretty serious negative feelings towards you right now."

Tifilo was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said narrowly: "It seems you are in quite a lot of trouble."

"Stop talking nonsense..."

Mo Tan sighed silently, then stood up and walked to the cabinet next to him. While tossing the coffee with the beans Yi Zou left beside him, he asked lazily: "What do you want to drink?"

"have what?"

"coffee."

"I don't like coffee."

"Then don't drink anything."

"Add more sugar and more milk, thank you."

"You know how to be shameless."

"Yeah, right?"

"No one is complimenting you."

Mo Tan returned to the fireplace with the portable instant coffee set that Luna left for him before leaving. He placed this exquisite set on the small round table between the two of them, took a deep breath and put on his previous expression. With a casual expression, he asked the other party with a serious expression that he almost never showed when he was the 'Hei Fan': "How is it?"

Tiphilo lowered his eyes and looked at the exquisite set of alchemy creations on the table while saying calmly: "After I settled you down that day, I stayed in Academy City for a while and used some means to observe a few... The forces from the Southwest Continent, especially the delegation from the Chauvin Empire that you specifically mentioned before.”

Mo Tan nodded slightly, stared straight at Tifilo, who had not contacted him even once during this period, and asked: "What's the result? Who has a problem?"

"Result? Problem?"

Tifilo smiled, spread his hands and said: "If we want to talk about problems, almost all the forces have problems. Representatives of the Adolf Principality have been meeting secretly with senior executives of the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce, trying to infiltrate and control the Palmyra Trade Zone. ; The Silver Wing Alliance is eyeing the Lake Nismont area and wants to include that area into its sphere of influence. It is currently in contact with those in the Elf Forest, hoping that the Royal Court will provide nominal support; and the Dreamland Cult The country, the Griffin Dynasty and the Chauvin Empire conducted a conspiracy to reduce the burden on the Griffin Blood Lion Emperor and gnaw away those rotten old meat, which can be said to be quite lively."

Mo Tan rubbed his forehead and frowned: "You should know that our purpose has never been these things, Your Majesty Tiphilo."

"Don't be impatient, young man. This is my hometown. Compared with you, a foreigner who can just give up and give up if you really can't do it, I am the one who should be anxious."

Tifilo stroked his beard and said calmly: "But this kind of thing cannot be rushed. You also know that we don't even know what we are investigating. If only one powerful person can Receiving results in a short period of time only proves that the matter is far from being as serious as we thought."

Mo Tan took a breath and said with a gloomy face: "So you mean, the matter is really as serious as we thought?"

"That depends on your definition of the word 'serious'."

Tifilo laughed, his eyes deep and bright: "But now we can at least define the potential hidden danger as a 'crisis that no one can solve in a short time.' I don't mean to brag, but if there is a problem If it’s not easy for me to solve, it’s probably going to be harder for others.”

Mo Tan anxiously picked up the coffee pot that was no longer scalding hot, poured a cup of simmering coffee for himself and Tiffylo respectively, and then said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood to talk in circles right now. As you can see, Tiffy Your Majesty Luo Mian, I am very anxious, very anxious."

Tifilo nodded slightly and said softly: "Yes, little Hei Fan, of course I can see that you are very anxious. After all, according to some information I know, although you have played similar roles in the past, those are basically the same. Whether he was ordered in a critical situation or had no other choice, this is the first time that he has taken the initiative to shoulder the responsibility like this."

Mo Tan took a sip of coffee and chuckled: "As expected, you have always been in contact with the City of Light. Let me guess... His Majesty St. Ambrose?"

"Yes, I have indeed been in contact with Ambro recently, but what needs to be stated is that for a long time in the past, I did not tell anyone about my whereabouts and contacted Ambro again. It was also after I left Academy City.”

Tifilo confirmed Mo Tan's conjecture, and then reminded: "But please don't tell Xia Lian about this. She has long wanted to help Ambros treat her lumbar disc herniation. Once that woman knows that Ambro contacted me but didn't tell her, our Dawn Sect will probably face the dilemma of being leaderless."

Mo Tan put down the cup impatiently and said a little anxiously: "If I want to sell you, I don't have to wait until now. Let's get on with the business."

"Tsk, tsk, today's young people really have no patience at all."

Tifilo pretended to sigh and shrugged: "Okay, let me tell you what you want to hear. First of all, there is a problem with the 'Sin Lord' from the Chauvin Empire in Academy City."

Mo Tan's eyes narrowed slightly and asked: "What's the problem?"

"He was disguised as a woman. Although the method was very clever, he still couldn't hide it from me."

"You mean, the Lord of Sin is a woman?"

"No, according to some information I have obtained, that woman is not the Sin Lord himself, but a counselor under the chauvinist upstart."

"What about the real Lord of Sin?"

"I can not find it."

"You didn't find it?"

"Yes, I didn't find it."

Chapter 1911: End