"Are you suggesting it was Erin?" Hines' eyes flickered slightly as if he indeed thought this himself.
However, the old scholar was still sowhat naive; he shook his head and said.
"No, quite the opposite, I don't think Erin has such intentions. She herself is chosen by the Holy Light. Even if her sword carries a tinge of lancholy, what benefit could it bring her personally? The true beneficiary... might only be the King who, like us, was sared into a clown."
Before the Referee Chief could speak, Martin took a deep breath and continued in a sincere tone.
"Your excellency, pardon my bluntness, but Mr. Skylar, the Court Manager, scarcely hides his hostility toward Campbell, which you and I have both seen with our eyes. We are here to purify Chaos, a sacred mission bestowed upon us by the Pope. As for the disputes between King Ryan and Duke Campbell, it's a secular power struggle which the Church absolutely need not and should not intervene."
Martin spoke in a veiled manner, as Mr. Skylar was attempting to use the Judicial Court as a knife against political enemies.
Yet what he didn't know was that the Referee Chief was well aware Skylar was using him, just never exposed it.
After all, hasn't the Judicial Court been leveraging the King's Strength to facilitate its actions against heretics?
In the scholars' view, the world is always logically clear and sharply divided. However, the real world is quite the opposite, often intertwined and indistinguishable.
Hines did not answer Martin's question but rely waved his hand impatiently, signaling him to withdraw.
Martin bowed respectfully, quietly exited the room, leaving the Grand Referee alone amidst the flickering candlelight and shadows cast by murals.
Hines turned his gaze back to the map on the table, his expression growing increasingly solemn.
Initially, those scarlet marks had brought him joy, but now he could not feel cheerful at all.
Skylar was a sly old politician, yet he was by no ans capable of concocting such a provocative rumor in one day and spreading it across the city, forcing the Judicial Court to extinguish fires everywhere.
Moreover—
The fact that Twilight City was under his eyelids made him wonder how the unseen villages currently appeared; he dared not even imagine.
He always had the feeling there was an invisible force opposing him.
The invisible enemy has accurately predicted his every move, even guessed his next step, responding perfectly and lethally.
Could it be Carian?
Or perhaps the ambitious Duke Campbell?
Or maybe so existence even more terrifying?
Hines extended his withered fingers, slowly brushing over the na "Sparrow Wood Territory" on the map, with unprecedented solemnity flashing in his eyes.
He has handled many enemies for the Church Court.
However, encountering soone opposing the Church Court under the banner of Saint Sis, it was the first ti, and temporarily he truly didn't know how to handle it.
Now, all he wished was to curse the apathetic King.
This callous fire might truly have forged a formidable monster out...
...
Hines' worries were not unfounded, the Judicial Court still played the ga of extermination within Twilight Province, while the legend of Holy Maiden Carian has already spread to the Northern Realm of Rhode Kingdom.
Soon, the wildfire of "salvation" would spread across every inch of land untouched by Holy Light.
The "Power Angel's" long spear can pierce through the Chaos Evil Spirit's incarnations, can defeat tangible armies, yet cannot kill those invisible Ghosts!
Dark tides flowed within Twilight City.
anwhile, a surging undercurrent brewed silently in Thunder City, far downstream of the Rushing River...
Thunder City Queen Street, "Embrace of Dawn" Hotel.
At this mont, in the luxurious hotel's bar lounge, the most influential rchants and factory owners of Thunder City were surrounding a Lizardman, who seed out of place amid the surroundings.
The steely gray scales glistened with a cold and hard sheen under the Crystal lights, a thick tail quietly curled behind him, like a resting giant python.
However, the most attention-grabbing aspect wasn't his tail or wings, but the dazzling set of Gold ornants he wore.
As if on the Gana Continent, gold was as abundant as shells on the beach.
Sak's booming voice and bold deanor starkly contrasted with the other elegant and well-mannered businessn in the bar, yet no one found him rude, but rather saw him as an "exotic charm."
Though the citizens of Thunder City felt no fondness for Lizardn, this gentleman was different from those crawling in the Southwest Swamp.
The esteed Mr. Sak Jifeng not only hailed from the remote Gana Continent, but behind him stood a Lizardman Kingdom spanning over seven hundred thousand square kiloters!
The lands of Campbell Duchy were just dust in comparison!
Moreover, Mr. Sak was reportedly a close relative to the most powerful Chieftain in Gutaf United Kingdom!
Seems he was the Chieftain's cousin?
Due to such prestige, the bar lounge at "Embrace of Dawn" Hotel was packed almost daily, just as when Prince Colin stayed here initially.
Thunder City's rchants flocked around Sak like sharks sniffing blood, inquisitively probing this foreign "Noble" about his mysterious holand.
In response to everyone's questioning, Sak generously shared what he knew; no matter who ca before him, he would conversely chat amiably.
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