Chapter 669 - Let’s All Keep A Low Profile (2/2)

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“Well, no more jokes.” Alfred was, after all, an old man, experienced and with high intelligence; he knew what level of joke was appropriate. “Since you’re staying here to help Stephanie, and I have no problem with that, take care of yourself.”

“I know.”

“Actually, I’m not worried about you; after all, you are a Golden Son and immortal.” Alfred was a little envious. “And you have a friend who is also a Saint Samurai—it’s just a pity he went to crusade in the Realm of Devils. You are not in danger, so please take care of Stephanie. Now the situation is chaotic, and as the future queen, there is no guarantee that she won’t be targeted during the chaos.”

Roland nodded. “It’s only right. She is also my friend after all.”

Then Alfred waved his hand, and Roland bid farewell and left the Association of Mages.

When he returned to the First Princess’s Manor, he found that both the First Princess and Andonara had returned.

The two of them were drinking fruit wine with Lady Bluebird. Roland sat down in front of them and asked, “What did the king say?”

“He told all the nobles to keep a low profile and try not to get into conflict with the Church of Light.” Stephanie smiled bitterly. “He also made a point of criticizing me a few times, saying that it wasn’t wise for me to get into a fight with a fanatic.”

“Does he mean that you should hand over Andonara?” Roland’s expression turned a little cold.

“He didn’t mean it that way,” said Stephanie helplessly. “Roland, have a little faith in the royal family. There’s no reason for us to be afraid of a fanatic anyway.” “Then what does the king mean?” “What he means is that Andonara had better hide.”

At that moment, Andonara interjected, “But I have to protect you, and you are actually in more danger than I am.”

This was certainly the case.

Andonara was so strong that although she was targeted by the fanatics, she would hardly be in danger.

Even if the Pope were to strike, it was hard to say if he could stand in front of her for a minute.

Stephanie said happily, “Thank you, Anna.”

Lady Bluebird looked at Andonara with some envy.

The more powerless a woman was and the longer she lived in the noble class, the more she would learn that the so-called noblewoman is essentially no different from a prostitute.

It just had the extra words “high class.”

And women like Andonara, who was very good-looking and yet in control of their own destiny, were way too rare.

She was the kind of woman that all women would admire.

The pride of women.

After thanking Andonara, Stephanie looked at Lady Bluebird. “Betty, don’t go home for a while and stay with me. Your man is too weak to protect you. You are too beautiful, and if the people in the Church of Light take advantage of the chaotic situation and carry out some ill intentions, it might be too late for us to rescue you when we receive any news.”

Lady Bluebird nodded repeatedly.

Although Stephanie was exaggerating a bit, there was some truth to it.

Human nature was something that couldn’t stand to be tested, and in chaotic circumstances, people’s evil desires were magnified.

Then Stephanie stared at Roland. “I heard that you went to the Association of Mages just now. What are their thoughts over there?”

“The same as the royal family. They all intend on keeping a low profile.”

Stephanie chortled. “As Father expected, even the great Mages wouldn’t dare to provoke the Church of Light right now.”

“So, the Association of Mages, the royal family, and the Church of Light don’t form an equilateral triangle.” Roland clicked his tongue. “Rather, it is a right-angle triangle. The Church of Light at the top.”

Although she did not understand what was meant by equilateral triangle, right-angle triangle, and other confusing terms, Stephanie still understood the general meaning.

She shook her head. “When the Church of Light isn’t going crazy, the strength of the three forces is indeed about the same.”

“Well, that’s without going crazy.” Roland took a sip of fruit wine. “But now they’re going crazy.”

Just like Roland said, everyone felt an oppressive aura throughout the Holy Realm.

The Pope, with three Saint Samurai in tow, strode to the conference building of the Inquisition.

Unlike the white and gold buildings that littered the Temple of Light, the building that was the Inquisition was gray.

The furniture was also mostly black, and just looking at it from the outside, it already had a depressing and rather uncomfortable aura.

And outside the building on the rocky square, there were many stretchers.

Some of those on the stretchers had been covered with a white cloth. This was a sign of death.

But more people were being treated.

The condition of one of them caught the attention of the pope and the three Saint Samurai.

It was an inquisitor who had been cut in two, but this man was not dead. People were casting Enlivening and Light Healing on both his upper and lower body.

There were a lot of internal organs spilling out and it looked terrible, but the medics around him, nevertheless, tried everything they could to resuscitate him.

They stuffed the man’s insides back in first, then carefully put the two severed body parts together, while the Light Healing carried on.

After the two body parts were joined together, flesh sprouted quickly from the contact surface under the effect of the Light Healing, and the body parts spliced themselves together.

On the inside of the body, the severed internal organs rejoined and were spliced, regenerated, and fused with great speed.

Soon, the man woke up from his coma.

Although his face was frighteningly pale, he was still alive.

As soon as this inquisitor opened his eyes, he said to the people around him, “Hurry up, carry me to the director. I found a demon spy, a Legend. The corruption and fall of the Saint Samurai is most likely related to the other party.”

Hearing these words, the people around him acted quickly, and at once two people lifted the speaker’s stretcher and trotted into the building.

The Pope’s face twitched and he followed close behind.

The Inquisition’s director’s office was on the fourth floor, and when the Pope went up here, he saw the inquisitor lying on the bed in the large conference room across from him, talking to his director.

“She smells like a demon, quite strongly in fact. Director, I can guarantee that is definitely one of our enemies.”

“The woman who smells like a demon from the First Princess’s manor, and she’s also a Legend?” The director looked up from his desk. His forehead was marked by five or six deep horizontal lines, and below his sharp eyebrows were a pair of cold and merciless eyes. “You’re not lying? The other party is really a Legend?” “Yes!”

“Thomas, take five hundred men with you, go to the First Princess’s manor, and help me take the woman.”

At that moment, the Pope stepped through the door. “You can’t do that, Macaron. That is the home of the First Princess, the future queen, and we must still give the necessary respect to the royal family.”