Chapter 490 - Volume 3 (1/2)

The appearance of the Archbishop startled the Bishop. He immediately ceased his actions and looked at his superior with question.

“Bishop Zoya, there’s something I would like to ask this boy. Would you mind leaving us alone?” the Archbishop’s eyed landed on Brendel as he talked to his colleague.

The old Bishop was still hesitant, but in the end, he bowed to Archbishop Wood, “Of course, it’s as you wish, Lord Archbishop.” He looked at Brendel, and then at his superior’s expression, and knew that there was a secret between them. But that did not concern him, and he could only leave the room with his curiosity.

The Archbishop looked at Brendel, and the latter felt the glaring eyes that landed on him. This is bad. He’s the Anderla Cathedral’s Archbishop, I don’t think he would just come and invite me for an afternoon tea.

“I heard that you’re called Brendel?” The Archbishop, who was above all ma.s.ses in Aouine, spoke.

Brendel’s eyebrow twitched. He raised his head and looked at the Archbishop with a dubious face, “Huh?”

“I see. You’re alert and your act is wonderful. But Tuman had already told me about you. Didn’t he tell you about his relations.h.i.+p with me?” The stern man suddenly gave a smile, And he shook his head. Brendel was wary, but to the old man who already knew everything about him, his act seemed really comical.

Brendel, on the other hand, was petrified by Wood’s words. s.h.i.+t! How can I forget that the Archbishop of Aouine had already known Tuman since their time in Kirrlutz? Even after Tuman went into hiding, their relations.h.i.+p remained and they had constantly exchanged letters.

Brendel was surprised at how Tuman treated himself. Although they met back during the Loop of Trade Winds, and that William and Tuman had a good impression of him, they just remained as acquaintances. d.a.m.n, I just asked for a letter of introduction! This is so unexpected of Tuman to call up his friend in Ampere Seale to help me out.

It would be an easy thing to do with just sending in the letter, but as for calling up his friend to help me? That would just be too nice of him. With Tuman’s position in Aouine, I don’t see just why would he bother to help a small power like me?

Before Brendel could figure out the relations.h.i.+p between them, Wood had already figured out the question in his mind, “Don’t think too much about it. My old friend really likes you. It was the first time he looked that enthusiastic since he left this country.”

“Do you know what he told me?” He continued.

Brendel did not, obviously, but he was curious as to why the master of the mysterious owner of the secretive Silver Alliance would help him out. He looked at the Archbishop before him, and shook his head, “I don’t know, Archbishop.”

It was Wood’s turn to be surprised this time. “Young man, since you already know my ident.i.ty, do you think that I, as a representative of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, would let a rebel like you go?”

He asked, and leaked out an air of dignity like someone from the higher ranks of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. A normal person would have been scared s.h.i.+tless, but Brendel still continued without fear, “I don’t know that. But I believe there’s a reason you would discuss so much with me.”

“My friend believes that you’re the key to pulling Aouine out of this quicksand.”

Brendel’s hand twitched.

That was an answer he did not see coming.

He sucked in a breath, and was at a loss of words. I would be arrogant if I replied him. And I don’t think that, ever since the beginning of my reincarnation, I ever did something that led to a big change different from the original outcome in the game. If anything, I would like a selfish brat, only trying to protect the stuff that I find important. And I feel guilty for doing so, for always trying to make up for my mistakes, even if they aren’t.

I may know a lot, but I am not accomplis.h.i.+ng anything. All I can, is just to give it my all.

The reason for his trip this time is to get in touch with Princess Gryphine. But there is an endless fog between them, and whether or not he can pa.s.s this trial is still an unknown. He took every step with caution, and only he knew what he was doing, but finally someone confirmed with him. Somone acknowledged his efforts and said with confidence: “I believe you can help Aouine out of this quicksand.”

And this person is not an ordinary one, he was a wise man, the owner of the Silver Alliance, Aouine’s greatest scholar, and an esteemed wizard standing on top the peak of others. And Brendel did not think that he was someone who would just say that for a prank.