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Maybe some people still don't understand that the spell of Radiant Light requires at least the magic power of a high-ranking priest to use it, but almost everyone understands the status represented by the bishop's ring.

In Olin Continent, including the Empire and the Principality, there are a total of seven countries. In other words, the entire Holy See has only seven bishops. Even if the status of the bishop is not as good as that of the archbishop in red, it is enough to instantly kill a large number of priests present.

"No, this is really ridiculous!" the mage who was bitten by the kitten couldn't help shouting.

"It's not absurd at all, Your Excellency." Yannick said politely, and then turned to the high-ranking priest who just said that he would be kicked out. "Also, Your Excellency the priest. As far as I know, the Holy See is strictly hierarchical. As a high-ranking priest, you can't be rude to the bishop, right?"

Under everyone's gaze, the face of the high-ranking priest suddenly became ugly: "There are only seven bishops in the entire Olin Continent, and each bishop must go to the Papal State to receive the canonization of the Pope before he can officially take office, but I Never seen you before!"

Seeing that Yannick did not speak, his tone became more severe: "How dare you say that you are not a liar?!"

Yannick smiled slightly, without a hint of panic on his face: "Your Excellency Arthur Vanserich, do you want to continue to remain silent? They have no way of identifying the authenticity of the bishop's ring, so you must be able to tell it? "

"Adolf, calm down." The archbishop in red finally stood up, first reprimanded his loyal assistant, and then said slowly: "This bishop's ring is real."

"How is it possible?!" Another priest who also questioned Yannick loudly just now lost his voice.

"Are you questioning my vision?" The cardinal glanced over coldly, and the other party immediately lowered his head.

"Although the power ring is real," the cardinal looked at Yannick meaningfully, "but you need to explain the origin of this power ring and the legitimacy of your identity."

"Of course, you are quite right."

No matter how severe the situation is, whether it is on the front line of the battlefield or such an important occasion where priests, mages, and nobles gather, most of the time, the voice of the priest is unhurried, and you will never see the slightest nervousness in him. This kind of composure, to a certain extent, made those nobles and mages who were originally spectators look at each other with admiration.

The silver-haired priest stood there with his sleeves rolled up, a considerable distance away from the cardinal, but he didn't look like he was being interrogated, and his aura wasn't even overwhelmed by the cardinal—even though he was still wearing It's just the robes of low-level priests.

If that high-ranking priest had the foresight, he would definitely regret that he didn't stop Yannick from speaking just now.

Because just after the silver-haired priest succeeded himself as the bishop of the Principality of Santos, and was hunted down immediately, he had to leave the Principality of Santos and come to the Garter Empire, even the unsmiling city-state chief of Santos, Viscount Loputo couldn't help but feel sympathy for the silver-haired priest.

The charm of language is powerful.In the same way, there are some who are unremarkable in their narration, while others, like our dear Priest Yannick, are unquestionably the best of the masters of speech.

He managed to win the favor of many neutral people present, coupled with his already excellent demeanor, many people believed that he was not a liar, but the real Bishop of the Principality of Santos.

May I ask which liar can cultivate such a bearing?

"At first, I still wanted to ask His Majesty the Pope to decide for me and take back my rightful status, but now that I have met you, Your Excellency Vanserich, it is the same."

Adolf's senior priest immediately sneered: "Your Excellency Fansherich is not your subordinate, and, don't you think it's too much to talk about your private affairs at such an important meeting!"

The archbishop in red stopped him, and said calmly: "It's too early to draw a conclusion based on your unilateral words. I can help you convey it to the Inquisition. Your appeal will be judged there. If the time comes His Majesty the Pope is willing to receive you, maybe the efficiency will be faster."

"Thank you, Your Majesty Vanserich, for your kindness and justice." The silver-haired priest smiled: "However, Priest Adolf, I need to correct your mistake. Before His Majesty the Pope has not confirmed my identity, no one has the right to comment .Including you, Priest Adolf, you should respect me as a real bishop."

"Also, if you hadn't questioned the authenticity of my words, I wouldn't have been forced to reveal my life experience. You know, I'm not a person who likes to use my tragic experience to gain sympathy."

The vile and shameless bastard!Adolf cursed secretly, but the archbishop in red glanced at him, the meaning was very clear, he had to swallow his anger and lower his head: "I was rude just now, please forgive me."

"Knowing mistakes and being able to correct them is a virtue." The silver-haired priest showed a magnanimous smile, "Now, since I have proved my identity, can I return to the topic? I believe everyone has waited long enough."

"Please speak quickly!" Adolf said these words through gritted teeth.

The nobles and mages watched the show with gusto, but no one stood up to interrupt or urge them, until the good show finally came to an end and they got to the point.

In fact, although the episode just now seemed to be just an internal conflict in the priest group, many thoughtful people had already started to think about it.

City Lord Loputo was very interested in how the little-known silver-haired priest turned passive into active in a few words and mastered the speaking rhythm of the entire venue.

Not only that, but it seemed that even Cardinal Archbishop Arthur Vansherich had to give a security guarantee for the silver-haired priest due to the situation, even if the guarantee was only temporary.

As a senior politician, Loputo deeply feels that this person is very worth wooing. Some people don’t necessarily need to wait for a high position to be worthy of your friendship. Sometimes the long-term investment will pay off even more.

As for Baron Ryan, he looked at the handsome silver-haired priest, but he had mixed feelings in his heart.Ever since he was molested by the priest that day, his feelings towards Yannick suddenly became complicated. It was no longer pure hatred or contempt, but mixed with a feeling that he couldn't even describe himself, similar to love and hate .

Of course he would not admit that he was fascinated by beauty, but when the silver-haired priest said those ambiguous words at close range, it was basically difficult for anyone to resist, but Ryan's reason told him that the silver-haired priest was just Just teasing you, it is this kind of ambivalence that makes him unable to look directly at the silver-haired priest, and even when he sees him using his strength and eloquence to overwhelm those snobby-eyed officials with nothing to say, There was actually a hint of pride in his heart, oh no, my God!Goddess of Light!Who's going to stop him from rambling about like this!

Speaking of business, Yannick also changed his gentleness and calmness just now, and his expression became serious.

"Just now Master Fan said that I had confronted a high-level monster head-on, which is actually flattering me. Just like what Master Satin said just now, even a high-level wizard may not be able to retreat in front of a high-level monster. In fact, not only The same is true for high-level mages and priests. Since the two monsters I encountered can not only control the undead, but are also immune to magic within a certain range, it took me a lot of effort to escape from there."

"Where did you meet them, La Serena?" asked the cardinal.

"No, sir, it's the dark forest." Yannick said calmly.

His words caused quite an uproar, and the venue was suddenly buzzing. Many people even stood up in disbelief. The city lord Loputo also asked in a voice: "You said that there is a magic-free area in the dark forest?! Then you should also Do you know where the crack in the plane is?"

"I can't guarantee the authenticity, but maybe it's in a lake." Yannick said cautiously, he didn't bring out Chris, and he didn't tell about Lily and Azul, that would only make it more troublesome to explain, and there was no necessary.

"No, this is too unbelievable!" A mage stood up, and he turned to Yannick with apology, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you, nor did I mean to be against you."

"I understand, please tell me what you think." Yannick said gently.

The mage nodded: "Undead appear in other countries now, but not every country is bordered by the dark forest. If the cracks appear in the dark forest, how can the undead in those countries be explained? Like the Principality of Ceylon, Sara The Te Empire, these countries are separated from the Garter Empire by the Charlemagne Empire!"

"Perhaps we can assume that there is more than one crack in the plane." Master Mu Defan, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"1000 years ago, when monsters invaded and the Goddess of Light made up the gap, there was no written record left. None of us know how the Goddess made up the gap, and where are these planes, but we can assume that the planes The crack must be very difficult, otherwise, even the goddess will not exhaust her divine power and finally fall."

"Resisting when the undead come is obviously only a temporary solution to the problem. As long as those cracks in the plane are not repaired for a day, the monsters will continue to pour in."

"What's even more frightening is that the undead they drove were once our parents, brothers, and friends. Even though it is now confirmed that the priest's healing technique can heal the wounds of the Black Death, as long as people completely become undead, Not even healing can bring him back."

"Do you agree with my point of view, Your Excellency Fansherich?" Master Fan asked politely after finishing speaking.

The archbishop in red nodded and stood up: "I agree. So now that a suspected crack has been found, we can find a way to repair it. As for whether there are other cracks on the mainland, we can wait and see. solve."

Master Fan smiled slightly: "I'm glad we can reach a consensus."

The cardinal said: "Priest Hill, please tell me the name and location of the lake and the process of discovery."

Yannick said: "I don't know the name and location of that lake, and I broke into it by accident every time, but its lake water features are obvious, a bit silvery blue, and there are large white patches growing under the water. Magic Crystal and Lion's Tail Tree."

"The Lake of Death! That's the Lake of Death!" Someone shouted after hearing his description.

Everyone turned their heads to see that it was actually a nobleman.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the nobleman swallowed and stood up: "He was talking about the lake of death. When I was young, I once ventured into the dark forest. You know, the dark forest is too big. , sometimes even if you enter from the same entrance, you may go to different places, and you can't identify the direction at all..."

"Get to the point!" Loputo, the governor of the city-state, tapped on the table to remind him.

"Okay, okay!" The man wiped his sweat and said: "At that time, my companions and I walked to that lake for some reason. That lake was just like the priest described. It was exactly the same, because we also went into the water, dived to the bottom of the lake, and found those white magic crystals and lion tail trees. But then, my companions began to disappear one after another, and there was a high-ranking mage in the same company. Tracking our companions with water mirror magic, only to find that our missing companions ran to the lake in the middle of the night and jumped into the water by themselves. Since then, they have never appeared again! We dare not stay any longer, I went back the same way overnight, blessed by the Goddess of Light, I finally came back alive! That’s why we named that lake, the Lake of Death!”

"How long ago was that?" Mudfan asked.

"It should be 20 years, Your Excellency."

"It seems that at least 20 years ago, the monsters showed their traces, but we as humans have never noticed it." The archbishop in red said lightly.

Master Fan said: "Now there are two ways, one is to bypass La Serena, go directly to the dark forest, and repair the cracks. But before that, we still need to allocate some manpower to guard the city of Santa Mar to prevent Santa Mar City will also repeat the tragedy of La Serena."

Loputo frowned: "With all due respect, Your Excellency Fan, no one knows when the undead will strike. I'm afraid this will cause a big hole in the defense of San Mar City."

Master Fan raised his eyebrows: "Then there is only another way. We wait for the opportunity to recapture La Serena, and then go to the dark forest through La Serena to find the crack and try to repair it. But the biggest problem now is that we don't know When will the undead attack."

The cardinal frowned and remained silent, and Loputo also fell silent.

Everyone was lost in thought, and there was a rare silence in the venue.

Indeed, if you want to completely cut off the source of the undead army, then you have to repair the cracks, but this will be quite difficult, because the location of the lake of death cannot be determined, and the high-level monsters do not know where it is hidden in the dark forest Not to mention, no one can predict how much manpower will be lost in the process of repairing the cracks and the war with monsters!

This is simply a very tricky thing!

But if it is not difficult, there will not be such an impromptu meeting where the three parties gather.

So far, the crisis that mankind is about to face has far exceeded their imagination. Everyone has temporarily put aside the differences and grievances between different camps. Among the people present, even the priest who hates the mage the most, or the priest who hates the priest the most A mage who is not a master will not jump out ignorantly, asking to put aside the other party and do it alone, that is simply an extremely stupid approach.

In this silence, Baker said weakly: "Maybe we can lure them out."

Everyone looked at him in unison. Baker, who was completely unaccustomed to this kind of staring, became more and more uncomfortable. His expression even became a little embarrassed, worried that he might have said something wrong to embarrass Priest Hill.

Yannick said gently, "Baker, please explain your thoughts in detail."

"It's actually very simple." Baker was encouraged, and his voice gradually became louder. "In our house, there used to be mice coming and eating our food. Our whole family hated them very much. My father would often mix the medicine to kill mice in the food to lure those mice out. Maybe for those undead , we can do the same, oh, of course I don't mean it's as simple as catching mice..."

Someone sneered unceremoniously: "So are we going to use living people to lure those undead..."

His voice stopped abruptly. Obviously, most people suddenly thought of something. They raised their heads and looked at each other, wanting to confirm whether the other party thought the same as themselves.

Finally, the archbishop in red said slowly: "It may not be impossible."

Master Fan smiled: "Ah, maybe you can give it a try."