Chapter 832 – The Pope Comes to Visit the People of the Chief Branch (1/2)

Chapter 832 – The Pope Comes to Visit the People of the Chief Branch

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Luo Bu quietly listened for a while. This sort of story in which the dauntless servant deceived his mater was a commonplace sight in all clans.

If a dog was continuing to bark louder and louder against its master, it might have gone crazy, but the more likely possibility was that it wanted to rely on a new master.

In order to prove their loyalty to their new master, these dogs would not mind madly barking at their original master, even biting him a few times.

He paid no attention to those butlers stinking with alcohol at the corner gate. He floated into the luxurious courtyard and came to the window of the main house.

Even in the late night, the room was still brightly lit. Perhaps it was because the master of the house had slept for too long and seemed about to sleep forever, so no one wanted to sleep.

The shellfish oil produced in Zhuo Province produced no smoke, nor would its fragrance assail the eyes. The light produced was also very beautiful, painting the face of the middle-aged man with a sheet of gold.

The middle-aged man was very beautiful, his eyes deeply sunken. Coupled with the layer of golden light over his face, he looked not like a living person, but like some sacrificial offering.

Luo Bu stood outside the window, calmly examining the middle-aged man. The fingers gripping his sword silently tapped, going faster and faster until they became a blur.

If the disciples of South Stream Temple were to see this, they might associate it with the movements of the Holy Maiden as she calculated on her Fated Star Plate.

Yes, he was calculating, but using his sword instead of a Fated Star Plate.

Ultimately, he could not find anything strange about this courtyard, could not calculate a single problem. It seemed that it truly was not poison.

If this truly was an illness, and Junior Sister could not cure it, then he definitely could not.

With some regret and apology, Luo Bu departed the estate and returned to the shore of the Wenshui.

Looking at the estate on the opposite shore, he silently thought, since this side is the chief branch, then the other side is the second branch?

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On the first day of the Pope's visit to Wenshui, he refined a bottle of Cinnabar Pills.

On the second day, Orthodoxy Prefect Daoist Baishi, who had come to Wenshui to attend upon the Pope, vanished. The Pope was visited by the Tang Second Master, and at night, an assassination attempt was made on his life.

On the third day, he brought many people with him out of the Daoist church. Seated on a holy carriage, he traveled along the Wenshui and under countless worried gazes to an estate.

This estate was entirely owned by the Tang clan's chief branch. It had already been half a year since the deathly ill Tang First Master had been moved from the old estate to here.

It had also been half a year since Tang Thirty-Six had been imprisoned in the ancestral hall, but no one knew if these two matters were connected.

If this were a few days ago, the main gate of the estate would assuredly have been tightly shut, those servants scattered about and gossiping about their master. Today was different, as when the Pope's holy carriage was still several li away, the estate had received the news. After the initial panic, all had become calm.

The middle gate had long been open, the stewards and servants kneeling on both sides. All was extremely deferential and silent, and one could see everywhere the standards of a noble clan.

But Chen Changsheng still felt that something was not quite right.

It was not because of the people concealed in the willows on the opposite shore keeping watch, but something in the air that smelled off.

Nanke was at his side, sniffing the air like a little dog. ”There's ash.”

The steward of the Tang clan's old estate had just arrived, having hurried over, but before he had time to say anything, he heard these words, and his expression couldn't help but flicker.

Chen Changsheng looked at the straight path of white marble at his feet. By the streaks of moisture on the surface, he could see that it had just been cleaned.

The reason it had just been cleaned was naturally to welcome him, but he could infer that it was normally not cleaned with much diligence.

Chen Changsheng said nothing as he walked into the estate.

Upon entering a luxurious courtyard, he saw a madam dressed in simple clothes, but still exuding a noble aura. Through her appearance, he could see that she was probably Tang Thirty-Six's mother.