Of the Sanctuaries that Alfie knew, the goddess of magic, Bischut, was definitely the most powerful, and even disrespecting her name would invite her punishment, as poor Zambit had proven more than once. Alfie even suspected that she had reached the pinnacle of the Demon Gold Sanctuary, almost touching the edge of the gods.

Next is Bishop Flen, this inconspicuous bishop in the Holy See has unfathomable strength, coupled with the mysterious oracle technique, it is no wonder that he can repeatedly play with Lucas, who has just entered the Holy Realm. Alfie guessed that Bishop Fren should at least be the Mithril Sanctuary or even the Magic Gold Sanctuary.

And then down are the old lion Leos and the bloody Miranda. There was no doubt that these two old monsters should have also reached the realm of the Mithril Sanctuary, but compared to Bishop Fren, Alfie felt that it was still a little bit worse.

As for Lucas and Master Madison, who have just advanced to the Sanctuary, they should both belong to the Refined Bronze Sanctuary, but due to their professional relationship, it is obvious that Lucas is a little stronger than Madison.

"Little guys, don't think about it, there are far fewer sanctuaries in this world than you think, but there are definitely no more than five who have really advanced to the Mithril Sanctuary!" Kaufron saw Alfie's expression, he knew that this guy wanted to be crooked, and quickly corrected him: "And Draculal belongs to one of them. ”

"And what about the old lion, and what about Miranda the Blood?" Zambit asked impatiently, these two were patron saints in the minds of the aliens.

"Two thousand years ago, when the Ten Thousand Races War, the two of them were already at the peak of the Refined Bronze Sacred Domain, and it stands to reason that they should have already advanced to the Mithril Sacred Domain by now, but there has been no information about their promotion, so ......" Coughren did not continue, but all the people present understood that these two people were probably still stuck at the peak of the Refined Bronze Sacred Domain, no wonder the old lion couldn't wait for Alfie and the others to retrieve the blood essence of Wickeborg, I am afraid that he was also wishful thinking of using the blood essence to advance.

"So is there a Refined Bronze Sanctuary or even a Mithril Sanctuary in the Holy See?" Alfie inquired from the side. Bishop Furlen's origin is too mysterious, and I'm afraid that few people know about him, let alone his strength.

"His Majesty the Holy See's Pope Gyllenhaal had reached the pinnacle of the Bronze Sanctuary before the Cataclysm, and began to attack the realm of the Mithril Sanctuary, but after the Cataclysm, we have lost contact with the Holy Mountain, so we don't know if His Majesty the Pope's Crown has succeeded. Coughren sighed, if everything in the empire was personally presided over by His Holiness the Pope, I am afraid it would not have fallen into the current dilemma.

"And what about His Holiness the Pope?" Alfi asked, slightly nervous.

"It's a pity that after the Great War of All Nations, the Holy See has entered a state of scarcity, and there is no Holy See except for the Holy See, which is the next Holy Domain. Kauflen replied regretfully.

"What? how is this possible?" exclaimed Alfie. Bishop Flon is undoubtedly already in the realm of the Sanctuary, and according to Alfie's guess, he may have reached the realm of the Magic Gold Sanctuary. With such a high-profile figure, how could the Holy See have no message from him. Could it be that the true identity of Bishop Flon could be...... Absolutely impossible, it's ridiculous!And according to Coughron, even if Pope Gyllenhaal is crowned at the highest, it is only the Mithril Sanctuary!Alfie immediately dispelled the speculation in his mind.

"Then that witch Bishut should also belong to the Mithril Sanctuary?" Zambit asked before he could learn his lesson.

When Alfie heard him, she immediately took a few steps away from him, and Barnett and Rebecca also panicked and evacuated from his side. Sure enough, as soon as Zambit's voice fell, a spatial crack was torn out of thin air above his head, and a thick lightning bolt burst out of the crack, hitting the top of Zambit's head impartially.

There was a smell of burnt barbecue, and this time poor Zambit was a roasted frog.

"I have to tell you with regret that judging from what happened to you, that great lord should now be an existence beyond the Mithril Sanctuary. Coughren looked sympathetically at Zambit and said, "Not even the Concealment Potion or the Dark Mist can stop that adult's wrath, and you're one of those special ones." ”

"Are you careful?" Alfie reminded vaguely. It was clear that the goddess of magic already knew all the secrets of the Sanctuary that Coughren had just said. Coughren had mentioned that this was a secret that belonged to all of the Sanctuary, and that if anyone knew that he had revealed it, it would surely lead to a frenzied retribution.

"I praise the Great Lord, your existence is unique, please forgive me for being rude, but it is also God's will. Kauflon sighed in a praising tone, like a choir of the Holy See.

Alfie was stunned for a moment, and immediately began to follow Coughren to praise the goddess of magic. It was clear that Coughren was hinting at his grown-up's preferences. It's a pity that the stupid Zambit never learned his lesson, but repeatedly touched the adult's scales.

"Does it really matter?" Alfie asked in a low voice after complimenting Coughren.

"Probably not. Otherwise, the punishment of the lord would have come down long ago. Coughren said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He had known that the Dark Mist and the Concealment Elixir would not be able to hide the words of that adult, and he would not dare to reveal the secrets of the Sanctuary so openly if he was killed.

"I remembered. That Miss Rebecca over there may be a disciple of the adult, and although she has been temporarily sealed in her memory, the lady should still give her some face. Alfie patted her head, knowing that the adult was so powerful, he should have stammered Rebecca!

"What did you say?" asked Coughlon with a poisoned expression on his face and a frightened voice.

"Don't worry, Zambit has only been punished for angering the Lord. But do you see that the merciful adult only punished him a little, and did not ask for his life?" Alfie completely misunderstood what Coughren meant, and relieved as she praised the adult.

"Alas, it's already like this, leave it to fate. Coughren seemed to have aged much in an instant, and sighed helplessly.

"And as far as you know, who are the other Mithril Sanctuar?" Celent had to speak again to bring the conversation back on track, and he realized that his existence was constantly correcting whether or not he was going the wrong way to talk.

"Dear Knight the Black Dragon, Saint Ophelas of the Lost Sword, and Augusta, Grand Duke of Bavaria. Coughren hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying the names.

If the Goddess of Magic, Bishu, had a way of knowing what they were talking about through the Dark Mists and Concealment Elixirs, Coughren seriously doubted that the same people as Bischute during the Great War of the Races would have a way - Augusta had risen to prominence after the Great War, of course, but his prowess in mechanical engineering had allowed him to reach that level. And more than one person had speculated that if the youngest Mithril Sanctuary fought together with the machinery he built, would it exert a stronger combat power than the Mithril Sanctuary?

The Goddess of Magic, the Black Dragon, the Lost Swordmaster, the Archduke of Bavaria, plus the owner here, Count Delaculal, there are indeed only five Mithril Sanctuaries - at most plus the crown of Pope Gyllenhaal.