The fourth day of the snow moon on the continent of Eliat is destined to be a day that will forever be engraved in the history of the continent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the early morning, the red and blue moons had just disappeared in the light of the rising sun, and a group of Knights of Light, led by the Templar Captain Martina, surrounded the mansion of the lord of the small town of Frosacen.

Outside the mansion, the old butler was sweeping the open space outside the gate with a broom.

After hearing the movement around him, the old butler calmly glanced up at the Knights of Light in shining armor, and was not affected in any way, and still continued his work.

At the suggestion of Bishop Olufi, Martina reluctantly stepped forward and asked, "Old man, may I ask if Lord Stowe is in the house?"

Outside the encirclement of the Knights of Light, Alfie and Celent sneaked out of a corner and watched.

"Elfie, I haven't finished my morning class yet, why do you have to pull me out?" asked Selent dissatisfied.

"I'll take you out to see a good show. Alfie patted the notes on her hand and said mysteriously.

"What's the show?"

"You'll know it quietly by looking at it, and I promise you'll be an eye-opener. Actually, Alfie didn't know what was going to happen, but the note told him that it would be a great day.

Just as the two were whispering, an exaggerated voice sounded from inside the encirclement: "Aha~ Martina! I really didn't expect you to come thousands of miles to my territory to visit me, I was so moved!"

"Shut up, Stowe! I'm not coming to see you. Martina exclaimed, with a headache.

"Even if I stopped by to see me, I was very moved. Lord Stowe appeared at the gate with a bottle of wine in one hand, and when he saw Martina, he swept away his previous depression and gloom, and with a fanatical expression, he rushed towards Martina with his hands outstretched, as if he wanted to give her a bear hug.

Martina unceremoniously raised the long sword in her hand, pointed it at Stowe's throat along with the scabbard, stopped him from moving forward, and then said coldly: "Stowe, I have warned you many times, don't dwell on it anymore, it seems that the environment here is still not cold enough for you to calm down completely." ”

Stowe stretched out two fingers, gently pushed the scabbard away from his throat, and then bared his teeth at Martina, and the smell of wine made Martina frown: "I can't imagine that I haven't seen you for a year, and you are still so rude to me." ”

Martina seemed to sense something, frowned and asked, "What's the matter? Why can't I feel your power? What happened to you?"

"Now that we're okay with that, you don't have to worry about that. As if poked in the sore spot, Lord Stowe replied coldly.

"I hope you're mindful of who you are now. Martina glanced at Stoe meaningfully, and withdrew her sword in warning. Then he reached back and pointed to Bishop Olufi and introduced to Stowe, "This is Cardinal Olufei. ”

Martina was feeling extremely embarrassed at the moment, as early as when she agreed to Vincent to accept the mission, she had expected to meet Stowe again, but she did not expect to meet in this situation. Although she didn't know what happened to Stowe, who seemed to lose her strength suddenly, Martina was relieved.

When they were in the imperial capital, the two were often compared, although Martina had the advantage of the symbiosis of the two spirits, but in terms of strength, she was only one line higher than Stol. After determining that Bishop Olufi was determined to face the O'Brid family, Martina kept thinking of Stowe as an imaginary enemy.

Now that she suddenly discovers that Stowe has lost her powers, Martina thinks that things should be a lot easier today. But for some reason, Martina had a little regret in her heart, she had always had a feeling in her heart that Stowe had always kept a hand when she was fighting with him in the past, maintaining her reputation as the first sword genius in the empire. Now she may have lost the chance to really compete with Stowe.

"It is an honour to meet you, Your Excellency Cardinal Olufi. After hearing Martina's introduction, Stowe withdrew her hippie smile and saluted Bishop Oruffi with great seriousness. Lord Stowe seemed to be a different person at this time, and his polite upbringing and elegant manners seemed to be highly educated, but they did not match his greasy and wine-stained clothes.

"No need to be polite, Lord Stowe. Bishop Olufei withdrew his gaze with interest, even if he had been far away from the imperial capital, he had heard a little about the entanglement of the two in front of him in the imperial capital.

"Lord Olufei, have we met before?" Stor said as he looked at Bishop Olufei with the silver mask on his face, and there was always a sense of déjà vu.

"We used to be in the imperial capital, and we might have met in person. Bishop Olufi glanced at Stowe meaningfully, and skimmed the topic slightly.

"I wonder why you're here at the Humble House?" asked Stowe directly. He was already very polite to ask this, looking at the posture of the Knights of Light, where was he a guest, he clearly had a hostile attitude.

"It's not a big deal, I just wanted to ask Your Excellency the Lord, do you know Bishop Fren?" asked Bishop Olufi.

"I know, but I haven't dealt with it. Fren is the bishop of the church in this town, and as far as I know, you stayed in that chapel yesterday. Stowe replied.

"Then I wonder what Your Excellency says about Bishop Fren?"

"I think you should ask those two little guys over there. Stowe gestured to Septe and Alfie, who were hiding not far away.

"I won't remind you of this, Lord Rollsto, I just want to hear what you think of Bishop Fren. Bishop Olufi insisted.

"Nothing special, I just know that Bishop Flren has a high reputation in the town, far above my lordship. Stowe said with a wry smile.

"Do you know if Bishop Flon is dealing with some strange people, such as necromancers?" Bishop Olufi hinted very clearly.

"Unfortunately, I don't know much about it. Stowe replied calmly, he didn't know if Bishop Fren had anything to do with the necromancer, but it was true that the necromancer Lucas had a relationship with him, and Stowe didn't know if Bishop Olufi would throw him to the Inquisition after he knew about it, in Stowe's opinion, this was a matter that didn't need to be thought about.

"Do you dare to swear to the Lord of Light that all you say today is true?" asked Bishop Olufi, pressing step by step.

"Of course. Stowe straightened his chest, he felt that he had nothing to hide in the matter, and that it seemed to him that Bishop Olufi had simply come to find fault. From the first time he met Bishop Olufi, he had a strange feeling that Bishop Olufi seemed to be targeting him.

Although he had lost the strength of an eighth-level swordsman, his keen intuition was still retained.