Watching Alfie's figure disappear into the night, Vincent said leisurely, "Selent, you should be glad that this friend of yours is really a wonderful person. ”

"Then you're going to get rid of him. Celent was clearly still haunted by Vincent's decision.

"No way, it's an edict from Bishop Fren. After Vincent closed the barracks door, he turned around and shrugged helplessly at Serent.

"Bishop Fren?" Severent exclaimed, how could Vincent have his edict? Could it be that the Bishop Fren he met in the Battle of the Dungeon was fake?

"Oracle. Vincent smiled and said, "You don't really think I'm stuck in Imperial Capital for some other bullshit reason, do you?"

"Is it ......," Celent said in disbelief.

"That's right, all of this was arranged by Bishop Fren based on the results of the oracle. Vincent's expression gradually became solemn: "You must know that I am the guardian knight of Bishop Fren, how can I leave easily without his decree? ”

"Bishop Furren already knew that I would come to the Imperial Capital with Alfie, and asked you to find a way to separate the two of us?" Celent reconfirmed, if all this was arranged by Bishop Furren, he would have to think carefully about Bishop Furren's intentions.

"That's right. Even Bishop Flon had foreseen exactly the right amount of time. Vincent's answer shocked Celant, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have received it in time, even if the gramophone had given me a hint during the statue hanging ceremony—that quiet environment, you know—not so much that I noticed something unusual, but rather that I was expecting your presence." ”

"Did Bishop Flon tell you that Alfie is a great person?" Celent didn't think that he could get to know Alfie through such a short contact with Vincent, and he subconsciously gave credit to Bishop Fren.

"It's not all. Do you know why Alfie took the time to take off that robe and stuff it for you in the corridor?" Vincent pointed to the robe that was placed on the round table by Severne, "If I'm not mistaken, it's supposed to be the Robe of the Light Guardian, right?"

"Why?" Celent had vaguely guessed the answer, but he wasn't entirely sure.

"If you were found at that time, you would need to wear this robe to deter you on the spot. Vincent said in an admiring tone, "After you appear as the Chosen One in the robes of the Holy Light, in the Holy See Branch, the only one who can suppress you is Cardinal Swell, and no one is qualified to question you until he arrives, so we have enough time to arrange everything." ”

"But what does this have to do with the Light Guardian Robes?" asked Severne.

"This saves a lot of lip and tongue, after all, only the top of the Holy See is qualified to wear the robes of the Holy Light, and sometimes clothing is a very important status symbol. Vincent shook his head slightly, Serent was still a little tender compared to Alfie, who thought of so much in an instant and put it into action.

"These Elfies came to mind in a flash?" said Selent. Celent believed that only by knowing the Holy See better than he did, combined with Alfie's brilliant mind, could he make such an accurate judgment in a short period of time.

Vincent nodded: "Fortunately, I didn't use this trick at the time. According to Bishop Furren's arrangement, now is not the time to reveal your identity as the Chosen One. ”

"But how do I enter the library of the Holy See without identifying myself?" asked Severne, embarrassed.

"Haha, I'm now the Knight of Light, do you need to spend anything to arrange for a person to enter the Holy See Library?" Vincent couldn't help but laugh, Celent still had too little to see the world to ask such a childish question.

Realizing that he had said something stupid, Celent blushed with laughter from Vincent, and he realized that he was still far behind Alfie in some way.

"However, you seem to have used illusion in the corridor, although it is still relatively clumsy, but it is not something that ordinary people can master, it seems that you should have had a lot of adventures along the way. Vincent smiled and cleared Celent.

"That's a long and wonderful story. Celent swept away the embarrassment just now, and said with a twinkle in his eyes.

......

In the Imperial Palace, the residence of Rey III, the Emperor's most trusted chamberlain, Gates, stood worriedly in front of the luxurious imperial bed wrapped in a thick curtain, ready to be sent by His Majesty the Emperor at any time. Even he couldn't remember how long it had been like this.

From time to time, there was a sadness in Gates's heart, as the personal attendant of Rey III, he could be said to have watched Rey III go from an inconspicuous prince to this point step by step. He knew better than anyone how much effort His Majesty had put into it, and even did not hesitate to put his reputation on the line.

Now that Rey III's most proud achievement, the Grand Canal of Rey, is about to be opened, his personal reputation will be on par with that of his ancestors Otto the Great and Fred the Great, and His Majesty the Emperor, who was still in the prime of life, fell ill!

Only Gates knew best how serious Rey III's illness was, far more serious than the rumors of the outside world, so serious that Richelieu, the old prime minister who had served the three emperors, had to let go of his reserve and come to the palace every day to visit him personally.

Thinking of Richelieu, who had just left, Gates had a look of disgust on his face that could not be concealed, and the old prime minister, who had held the position of prime minister for two hundred years, became more and more confused as he got older. Greedy for power and not thinking about advancing and retreating, now he actually relies on the old and sells the old, relying on the old qualifications, and visits the palace every day in the name of reporting on the court, trying to spy on the emperor's illness!

In the end, it was Rey III's illness that came too suddenly. No one expected that such an inconspicuous frontier town as Frossaken would have the most appalling undead disaster since the founding of the empire, and Count Raphael, who His Majesty the Emperor relied on the most, would be lost in the undead scourge. Everyone knows what it means to disappear under the scourge of the undead, and the so-called disappearance is just a pretext.

The heavy losses at the Battle of Flosaken and the subsequent collapse of the Wall of Sighs not only devastated the O'Brid family, who had been favored for more than 2,000 years, but also made His Majesty the Emperor fall ill with anger.

The Holy See Imperial Branch also paid a heavy price under the sudden suppression of the Empire, and the senior Cardinal Istah, who had held the Holy See Imperial Branch for hundreds of years, resigned and has not been seen since. The Holy See's successor, Cardinal Swell, lacks prestige and is rigid and low-key, and cannot well coordinate the contradictions within the Holy See, including the two major knights and the Council of Light, which led to serious internal friction in the Holy See branch, and had to give up a large sphere of influence.