"......" Although Vincent had been mentally prepared enough on the way here, when Cardinal Swell was not as arrogant as he imagined, but showed this calming attitude, Vincent didn't know what to say for a while.

"Vincent, I can't imagine you are still so reserved. Swell smiled slightly, Vincent's performance was not unexpected at all, maybe he had been with that one for too long, Vincent would always unconsciously maintain the necessary respect and crampedness when facing the superior, especially the more kind the attitude of the superior, the more obvious Vincent's characteristic will be.

"Your Majesty Swell, let me introduce you first, this is Celent, who came all the way from the small town of Flossacen, and is a disciple of Bishop Fren. Vincent thought about it for a while and decided to start with Selent, no matter what the outcome of the subsequent negotiations with Swell, Selent's identity should be determined first.

"Disciple of Bishop Fren......" Swell's deep gaze swirled around Celent, who seemed to be wandering out of the world, and fell into a brief silence. They already knew the true identity of Bishop Fren, but no one wanted to reveal it. Now that Vincent has specifically named Celent as a disciple of Bishop Flen, the implication is self-evident.

From the perspective of the Holy See, as long as the true identity of Bishop Flon is revealed to the outside world, then Celent can almost immediately be recognized as the heir of the new Pope, and if anyone wants to prevent this from happening, perhaps the only way to make a fuss about the identity of Bishop Flon is to make a fuss. After all, all information on the eastern and western continents is cut off by the Bavarian mountains, and theoretically the Pope's crown should be on the holy mountain of the western continent, and it is indeed a headache to come up with strong evidence to prove the identity of Bishop Flen.

Vincent had not pointed out this point, and now he threw this problem to Swell, from Swell's attitude towards Selent, it can be roughly guessed what the head of the Holy See branch really thinks, so that he can further speculate how much he is involved with the Chamber of Secrets.

Vincent's hand can be described as spicy, although he is not the kind of person known for his wisdom, but he has followed Bishop Flon for so long, and has some experience in the struggle in the upper echelons of the Holy See.

"Serent, why don't you hurry up and meet His Majesty the Cardinal of Swell?" Vincent reminded in a low voice, but did not get a response from Serent, and he looked back strangely to find that Celent's eyes were blurred, as if his soul had been taken away by something.

"Celent?" Vincent was shocked, could it be that Celent had unknowingly been plotted? If so, Swell's position is very questionable, after all, he is the only one in the Pope's Hall who has the ability to make Celent trick without knowing it.

"Ah, Uncle Vincent?" Celent was woken up by Vincent's sound, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Vincent and Swell were looking at him with a strange gaze, and their faces couldn't help but flush, which was really rude!

No Sacred Cultist would wander when he was received in the Papal Chamber, and for the devout Celant, such an act was inconceivable, but it did happen, for he felt two déjà vu from the moment he entered the Papal Chamber.

One of them undoubtedly came from Lucas, the necromancer who had caused a huge undead scourge in the small town of Frosacen, and the other divine aura was also very familiar, but he couldn't remember which one it came from for a moment.

There is actually a necromancer's breath in the Pope's Hall, and it is ridiculous to say it, I am afraid that even Vincent will not believe Serent's judgment, but Serent, who holds the inheritance of the soul god, can be 100% sure that this breath does come from Lucas. Celent immediately linked the undead aura to the dried corpses in the chamber, and there was no doubt that it was most likely a clue.

After Severant noticed this undead aura, he didn't tell Vincent immediately (he couldn't give a reasonable explanation for how he sensed this undead aura, after all, Vincent and Swell were indifferent to this undead aura, indicating that they didn't sense it at all), but tried to use the soul god inheritance he mastered to trace the whereabouts of that aura in reverse.

The aura of the undead was extremely thin, and it was constantly being consumed by the abundant divine power in the Pope's Chamber, and Severent was afraid that he would completely lose this precious clue if he delayed for a while.

It was very dangerous for Celent to use the inheritance of the Soul God to track down this undead aura under the noses of the two Holy See high-ranking officials, but in order not to lose this clue, Celent could only quietly take out the concealment potion and do it under its cover. Fortunately, the concealment potion given to him by Alfie worked surprisingly well, and neither Vincent nor Swell noticed Serent's small movements. However, all of Serent's attention was focused on the undead aura that was about to disappear completely, not noticing that the attention of the two high-level officials had been focused on him.

"What happened to you? Why are all of a sudden your clothes soaked with sweat?" Vincent saw that Celent was okay, and put a stone down in his heart, but soon his brow furrowed, and Celent was now like he had been blistered, and even a puddle of sweat was dripping from his feet, which was really rude.

"No, nothing. I just suddenly felt a little sick. Silent replied, a little shocked. He'd just traced the source of that undead aura, and the source was in a person, and that person was someone who wasn't supposed to exist: Nicky!

Nicky's corpse was still lying in his storage bracelet, but the "Nicky" was patrolling the corridors of St. Jessica's Cathedral. If it weren't for the aura of the undead being as conspicuous as a drop of blood dripping on the snow in the divinely powerful Basilica of St. Jessica, Celent would have been mistaken for thinking he was tracking the wrong target.

Serent's mind was in turmoil like a pot of porridge, and the sudden breath of the undead, Nikki, who had come back from the dead, and all the things that happened in the underground secret passage tonight were all mixed together, and he was completely confused.

When Vincent asked, Celent said that it didn't matter to him whether he was received by Cardinal Swell, and he urgently needed to calm down and get a good picture of what happened tonight.

"Vincent, it looks like Celent is very tired tonight, why don't we talk about him another day?" Swell certainly wouldn't give up this opportunity, although it was in a negotiating tone, but the will behind it could not be rejected by Vincent.

At the same time, Swell raised his hand, and a recovery technique fell on Selent, as if to help him recover some strength. Seeing the holy milky white light silently disappearing into Celent's body, Swell's gaze flickered a few times, and his face became even darker.

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