At the end of the long night, when the first rays of sunlight pierced the morning light, all the members of the Holy See who had spent a sleepless night in the Cathedral of St. Jessica breathed a sigh of relief.

The riots of last night were under the strong pressure of Swell and Vincent, and not many people knew what was going on, and although there were many opinions within the Holy See, no one could provide any strong evidence for what he said. This is already the limit of what the Holy See branch can do at the moment.

Different from the past, today as soon as the light of day was brightened, eight gorgeously shaped carriages appeared outside the Cathedral of St. Jessica, and the knights of light who were in charge of guarding the church began to feel worried after seeing this rare scene in the past, it seems that the turmoil of last night still reached the ears of the Council of Light, otherwise it would be difficult to see these members of the Council of Light composed of bigwigs from all parties appear here so early.

After the eight carriages were parked in the usual order, the well-dressed and solemn-looking members of the Council of Light stepped down from above. In the end, these councillors still retain some due respect for the Holy See, and their various clothes are covered with a cloak made in the style of the Holy See. It's just that the material of these cloaks is not ordinary at all, and it can be seen that the strength of each family.

For example, the cloak of Lady Kemor, who represents the Imperial Capital Business Alliance, is sewn from the most luxurious scarlet velvet and decorated with various colored gemstones.

On behalf of the Imperial military is Norman Douglas, the eldest son of Marquis Douglas, he inherited his father's silver hair, only in his early thirties, looking heroic and very energetic, under the support of Marquis Douglas, he is already the commander of one of the four major legions of the Empire, the Sea Dragon Legion, it is the time of spring breeze. His cloak was made of the scales of some kind of undersea demonic beast, and it exuded a faint demonic beast coercion.

The councillor from the Academy of Magic is a magician dressed in ordinary magic robes, and his face is always covered with a faint puff of smoke, making it impossible to see his true face. The cloak on his body was like a moving cloud, and the patterns on it were constantly changing.

The representative of the nobility in the council looked like a playboy, with shiny hair and two beautiful mustaches, and his eyes were staring at Kemor's chest in a daze as soon as he got out of the carriage. His cloak was completely nouveau riche, and the gold gleaming appeared to be made of gold leaf.

The fifth councillor is so small that it is easy to overlook his presence, standing there without any sense of existence. Perhaps all thanks to the pure black cloak behind him, made of unknown materials, as if it could block all breath, and the effect of using a concealing potion was the same. Only when the corner of the cloak is occasionally blown by the wind, will bursts of murderous aura be released from the cloak, making people feel his existence. There is no doubt that he came from the League of Assassins.

The sixth councillor was a fat man who could barely fit his huge body in a wide carriage, and Alfie would be surprised to see him, this fat man was Rospear who was in conflict with Killian and his party in the black market. Some of his tattered cloaks were lined with rows of pockets of the same size, each containing a bottle of potion. Judging by the insignia on the carriage, he represents the Royal Society of Apothecaries. Judging by his performance at the moment, it is clear that he has reservations about both Jacob and Draver in the black market.

As soon as the seventh councillor got out of the carriage, he felt a chilling sword aura, and the whole person seemed to be a sharp sword out of the sheath. His cloak looks very ordinary on the surface, and only those who know how to perceive it can feel that it contains a vague sword intent—it is said to come from the Lost Sword Saint Ophelas, the guardian of the Empire.

The first seven carriages were on par with luxury in terms of luxury, lined up in the square in front of the Cathedral of St. Jessica, faintly guarding the last carriage. Compared to the other seven carriages, the last carriage was relatively ordinary, but the emblem on it was enough to make all the imperial forces shy away: the coat of arms of the lily of the valley indicated that the carriage belonged to the royal family.

The above eight, together with Cardinal Swell, the head of the branch of the Holy See, himself formed the Council of Light of Nine. This is the product of the joint efforts of various forces in the imperial capital to restrain the branch of the Holy See after the gradual decline of the Holy See branch.

After the seven Bright Councilors got off the bus, they glanced at each other, and didn't pay much attention to the carriage that represented the royal family, every time the Bright Council was convened, the royal family rarely sent representatives to participate, just came out to make a gesture. Perhaps for Rey III, a powerful emperor, he simply did not deign to participate in a meeting of this magnitude.

"Master Durant, it seems that you have been very loose lately~ If you stare at people again, they will be embarrassed~" Kemorle covered her mouth and smiled at the playboy's flamboyance, but the words she said were implied to threaten.

"Madam Kemor, you're really joking. I can get to where I am today thanks to your generosity!" Durant reluctantly glared at Kemor's great chest before putting away his pig appearance and replied seriously.

"Hehe, I've been a little tight lately, and your money may not be delivered to the house later!" Kemorle quietly wrapped his cloak and chuckled.

"Don't, don't do that! I can eat with that money!" Durant shouted wolf howl, perfectly illustrating what it means to be handsome for three seconds.

"What a disgrace to the aristocracy!" Norman Douglas rebuked in a low voice after seeing Durant behave like this.

"Lord Norman, you can't say that. I don't have a good father like you, I have to rely on myself!" Durant threw his hands at Norman in dissatisfaction.

"You-hmph, I'm not as knowledgeable as you!" Norman's face changed slightly after listening to Durant's words, but his face quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Why bother, don't forget that we're all members of the Bright Council, don't be laughed at. "The big fat man Rospeer played the round.

Norman looked at him in disgust, twisted his head to the side, and didn't say anything, while Durant said with a smile: "Rothspear, shouldn't you change your cloak? If you don't have money, although I can't take out too much, brother, it's no problem to fund your cloak." ”

"Master Durant, did you take my money for favors, with my consent?" Kemorle said coquettishly, "I don't think Mr. Roospeer has no money to change the cloak, but he is reluctant to change the chic shape of the cloak~ Mr. Rothspear, are you right?"

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