The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

The last person to speak was an extremely old man. He was drowsy, his bare skin was covered with age spots, and he didn't even get up when he spoke. It seemed that he had already stepped into the coffin with half a foot.

But when he spoke, everyone couldn't help casting serious glances at him, as if they wanted to engrave that face that only appeared in legends into their minds.

A hundred years ago, because the Church of Life could not bear to meddle in internal affairs in the name of fighting against evil gods, the empire secretly established an evil god response department called "Silence Agency".

And the old man known as the sword-bearer is the founder of the Silent Organization.

In the hands of the old man, the Silent Mechanism is like a sharp sword, gradually replacing the Trial Temple of the Church of Life in Leopold's country, crushing evil believers and even evil gods with silent, cold, and efficient means Conspiracies one by one.

As a result, the Silent Agency has almost become the largest violent agency in Bellerand. Anyone who has an affair with the evil god, whether it is a commoner or a noble, whether it is a woman or a child, they will impose equal and indifferent judgments on them.

It is even said that when this group of vicious thugs deal with evil believers, even their dogs will not let go of a slap, the eggs will be shaken to yellow, and the earthworms in the soil will be pulled out and split in half vertically. Extremely ruthless!

"You are still alive."

Staring at the "old friend" who had fought for nearly a hundred years in front of him, the Archbishop of Canterbury sighed regretfully:

"I thought you were already dead."

"Hehe, the scourge has been around for thousands of years, and it must be someone like me."

"But your subordinates don't seem to be so strong."

The Archbishop of Canterbury gloated and said:

"I heard that a branch of the Silence Agency was breached by evil believers, and there was even a person who seemed to be very important... Let me think about it, it seems to be Anna Kabel, who was robbed by evil believers?

Tsk tsk, this is a fatal mistake. If that Anna Capelin is related to the conspiracy of the evil god, do you know how much damage this mistake will cause?

So Your Majesty, why don't you give an order to allow the church to deploy the people from the Temple of Judgment back to Bellerand, and give us a day to ensure that Anna Kabelin is brought back. Of course, it is not complete, and we cannot guarantee it. "

"..."

Aldridge III did not answer, he was still leaning on the throne, resting his cheek in one hand, lazily raised his eyes, and watched the old man quietly, as if waiting for an explanation from him.

"Anna Capelin may indeed have something to do with the evil god's conspiracy." The old man opened his cloudy eyes and glanced at the Archbishop of Canterbury. His tone was calm, but with an inexplicable chill.

"She was indeed abducted by those evil believers at a huge price."

"Ok?"

The Archbishop of Canterbury, who originally only wanted to embarrass his "old friend", was stunned when he heard the words, secretly thinking that he admitted so quickly, has the mechanism of silence really rotted?

"but--"

But the old man suddenly changed his voice, and instead of looking at the Archbishop of Canterbury, he looked at Aldrich III and said indifferently:

"Anna Capelin has never been out of the control of the Silence Agency, Your Majesty, never."

[WEB] 103. Downfall

"So that's the case. It seems that I, the old man, have trouble."

The Archbishop of Canterbury sat back on the stone chair, smiling kindly, showing no anger or annoyance.

"Then, let's get back to business, Your Majesty."

He turned his head and stared at the lazy emperor on the throne, his slightly squinted eyes revealed a gleam, and asked what Celisia, who was on the side, had always wanted to ask:

"What are you going to do by gathering all of us together?"

As his words fell, the entire hall full of ferocious and cruel beauty suddenly fell silent, and the distinguished guests who were invited to the right side of the round table also focused their eyes on Aldrich III.

They couldn't help being puzzled, because after the short-term novelty passed, they were shocked to find out...

On this round table, more than ten crown-wearing powerhouses, representatives and even helmsmen of various major forces have gathered at this moment, as well as...the cornerstone of the empire.

This is a lineup that is so luxurious that it can be called terrifying. I am afraid that this is the first meeting of this level since the establishment of the Leopold Empire.

If the pope, or the rulers of several other big countries were invited, it might be able to influence the direction of the entire world.

"If the people here are taken over by one pot, I'm afraid Leopold will die directly."

"No, what we should be worried about now is that if the demons attack at this time, I am afraid that we only need to send a demon prince to capture Bellerand."

"Heh, then you have to pray that the Duke of Campbell on the border won't lose the chain."

After the gossip-like jokes, everyone's eyes became more solemn.

Because Aldrich III is still silent, just like the calm before the storm.

"Sure enough...haven't you noticed?"

After a long time, Aldrich III suddenly sighed.

He looked at the Archbishop of Canterbury first, and asked softly:

"The Archbishop of Canterbury, the Holy City, hasn't he said anything to you recently?"

"Holy City? Holy City is naturally busy with that matter now..."

As he spoke, the Archbishop of Canterbury glanced behind Aldrich III, and paused.

Aldridge III waved his hand, signaling him to continue:

"It doesn't matter. Although this matter is still kept secret at the top of the empire, the level of secrecy has been reduced to the point where there is no need for a silent contract, and this hall has already been blocked by a forbidden spell. It doesn't matter if you call him by his name."

"If that's the case, then I'll be blunt."

The Archbishop of Canterbury glanced around the crowd and continued:

"I believe that not only the church, but all major forces and even high-level officials in various countries are paying attention to that matter at this time..."

Canterbury clenched his fist and slammed it on the table. The tone of this thin-looking old man was extremely forceful at the moment.

"——That is, the divine battle between the Withered King and the Silent Moon!"

On the round table, except for Celesia, who couldn't help but feel a turmoil in her heart, everyone's expressions remained unchanged.

To a certain extent, this matter has long been an open secret, and even the work of most of them during this period is to deal with the unknown impact of the upcoming battle of gods.

"So, I am very puzzled by His Majesty's behavior. At this juncture, the safest course of action should be to wait and see what happens, but His Majesty brought us together, but it made me feel..."

The Archbishop of Canterbury narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in deliberation:

"You want to drag us to heaven and fight those two evil gods."

"..."

The atmosphere froze, and Aldrich III silently looked at the Archbishop of Canterbury.

In the hall, there was an eerie silence.

"Haha, the archbishop really knows how to joke..."

Adolph Lovis, the president of the Adventurer's Association branch, stood up to ease the atmosphere, and said with a smile:

"Anyway, it's impossible for His Majesty to do such an unrealistic thing. A fight with an evil god is no different from ordinary people meddling in a fight between lions. I think His Majesty is just... eh? Your Majesty ?”

Adolf noticed something was wrong, and his smile gradually stiffened.

Because he suddenly found that on the other side of the round table, the leaders or representatives of various departments representing the cornerstone of the empire all looked solemn and dignified.

It's like the parents whose child has taken the last place in the exam and still has to attend the parent-teacher meeting. They have no intention of laughing at all, and are even full of a sense of helplessness and bitterness.

But fighting with evil gods, isn't this the funniest joke in the world?

and many more.

Could it be a real fight?

"Really?"

The gray mist billowed like a dark cloud over everyone's hearts. Aldrich III lowered his eyes, and a sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The sight of the holy city is still too high."

"What do you mean by that?" The Archbishop of Canterbury still smiled, but there was still a hint of displeasure in his old eyes, even if he was the emperor of the empire, he desecrated the Holy City...

"Then just watch quietly."

Aldrich III tapped on the round table, "Hathaway."

"exist."

"You are responsible for explaining to them."

"Yes."

Wearing a professional suit and black silk skirt, the mature Hathaway got up and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"I have introduced myself just now, so I won't repeat it now."

Hathaway said neatly:

"First of all, I would like to ask you a question. Where do you think... are we now?"

"That's an interesting question."

Adrian, the alchemist of the Stone Cauldron Association, sneered, "Didn't you invite us here?"

Before coming here, they all received an invitation letter personally written by Aldrich III, and a precious scroll engraved with space teleportation magic.

After using the teleportation scroll, they were teleported to this strange space, so in any case, they should be the ones who should ask this question.

"It should be a special space."

Dodge, a truth-level great magician, raised his head and looked up at this magnificent hall. In his eyes, no flow of magic power could hide its traces, but here, he only felt a dead silence.

"And the structure seems to be very similar to the throne room in the palace." The Archbishop of Canterbury added: "The details are different, but the similar framework cannot be concealed."

"And our perception cannot spread."

Adolf has already started to fidget: "It seems to be suppressed by something."

Then, everyone's eyes stopped on Hathaway.

Too much appetite will only make people feel impatient, it's time to reveal the answer.

"That's right, strictly speaking, this is indeed the Throne Hall, but it's not the Throne Hall you know."

Hathaway replied:

"In order to allow you to understand the fastest, let you see it with your own eyes."

She raised a jade hand and put it on top of her head, as if she wanted to sweep away the dust on the glass with a light wave.

The gray fog that shrouded the top of the head gradually surged, and then was driven by some force, fading like the waves of the sea.

But what was revealed was not the familiar dome of the Throne Hall, but...a city!

Above the hazy gray mist, under the quiet and deep sky like a lake, a majestic and huge city hangs majestic and upside down in everyone's horrified sight!

ps: I am very sorry, I have something to go out today, so I only rushed out [-] words, and I will make up tomorrow.

[WEB] 104, Kuroshio

In the morning mist, rising sun and breeze, the upside-down city seems to have just woken up.

thump.

The bell of Bellerand Cathedral rang, and the worshipers folded their hands together, praying devoutly under the light of the goddess.

On the towering tower of origin, the magician apprentices diligently practiced flying, but this practice soon turned into a chasing and fighting full of vigor, and then fled in a hurry amidst the instructor's reprimand.

The Adventurer's Association opened the gate, and the adventurers who stretched their waists and yawned and yawned poured into it. In this warm morning light... order the first glass of beer of the day.

It's all so real, it's as if...

"Is this really Bellerand?"

The Archbishop of Canterbury lost his composure for the first time. He stood up suddenly and stared at the hanging city. In his old eyes, there was infinite holy light bursting out at this moment.

In the holy eyes bestowed by the goddess, all falsehoods will be pierced.

However, no matter how bright the holy light bursting out of his eyes at this moment, this bustling city hanging upside down above his head is still so real...and alive.

"That is indeed Bellerand."

"That's Bellerand, so where are we now?"