Duke Dressel's eyes flashed.

"So that's it..." The Duke seemed to understand something and did not answer Sigmun's question positively. "Go, I will tell you when the time is right. Now I can only say that he has seen something he shouldn't have seen."

"What shouldn't be seen?" Sigmun looked confused. Of course I knew that he had seen things he shouldn't be seen. I could still guess that most of the things were the heads of the superiors or the treasures hidden by Louis.

But the Duke's answer...is too perfunctory.

"When you are staring at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you?" Sigmund smiled and joked, but he did not notice. When he heard this, Duke Dressel, who had been calm and calm, changed his face suddenly.

Although he quickly returned to normal, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if his spirit was greatly stimulated.

"There is nothing left to ask for questions." Sigmun stood up, "the plan obviously worked for a long time. In order to cooperate with the rebellion in the southern waters, they planned other things in Abetus to distract us."

"Do you need to pay attention to the collection of data in this regard in the investigation?" Sigmun asked.

"No need, I will send someone to handle Abetus's affairs. You just need to focus on the southern waters."

The Duke didn't say anything more and watched Sigmun leave the room.

He sat alone at the table for a long time before sighing, opening a secret wall of the desk, and taking out an old sheepskin diary.

The sheepskin on the cover of the diary was grinded and was obviously often read.

Open the first page of the diary, and a clear line of handwriting appears on the title page.

When you are staring at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.

"Is it just a coincidence?" Duke Dressel breathed out and drove the familiar name out of his mind.

He pressed a hidden mechanism on the desk, the gears turned, the ground was sunken, and soon arrived at a strange hall.

The hall is open and there is no decoration around it. The walls are inlaid with wooden doors of various colors.

Pushing open a golden wooden door in the middle, stepping out, the scene changes, and Duke Dressel appears in a luxuriously decorated room.

There were many beautifully-bound murals hanging on the walls in the room. When he walked to one of the murals, he didn't know what the Duke had done. The ink-coated scroll turned and a real scene appeared in front of him.

Cups and utensils made of gold, crystal chandeliers, luxurious decorations, long tables filled with delicacies. On the main seat, a middle-aged man wearing a crown and slightly fat body was sitting there.

Fred Augusta.

King Eland.

"Duke." A figure appeared strangely next to Duke Dresel.

“Have you dealt with it all?”

"It's done." The visitor replied, "We have readjusted the internal defense mechanism of the palace, but I doubt His Majesty's secret... I'm afraid the church has already found out."

"If you know, you can know. Paper can't keep it from being popular. It's not easy to hide it for so long."

"Next, it depends on whether time will stand on our side." The Duke sighed.

"Sir, do we need to prepare in advance?"

"If those nobles and officials knew this secret, Abetus would be in chaos. They would try every means to elect the new king to the throne through formal and informal means!"

"In the order of inheritance, our prince... has long become the core saint of the church. Once he takes over the power of the kingdom, there will be no next 20 years. Elam will become a part of the kingdom of God in a peaceful way!"

"My Duke, now is an extraordinary period. Elland is the people's Elland. This is Prince Louis' belief. We cannot watch this country become the bargaining chip for those pedantic nobles!"

"While the news has not spread yet, we just need to kill secretly..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, the person who spoke was as if he had suffered an invisible heavy blow, his chest instantly sank, and his whole person was knocked to the ground by a terrible force.

There was such a strong collision, but all the sounds were concentrated in a very small range and did not spread out at all.

"Leave Abetus and go to the south. The mission here is no longer suitable for you."

"Yes, Lord Duke."

The man swallowed the gushing blood, and his body flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"Time is too urgent." Shaking his head, the scene on the mural disappeared, and Duke Dressel returned to the golden wooden door and took a step to disappear into the room.

…………

At the same time, a secret message was passed down layer by layer and was sent behind the red door of the Radiant Church and handed over to the hands of Bishop Norius Radiant.

Crushing the confidential documents in his hand, the light in Norrius's eyes thundered, and then orders were issued one by one, and he wanted to make sure that the message was accurate.

communicate.

A ball of light and shadow appeared in the room, and Norius looked respectful, "Pope, our opportunity is here."

Bishop Guanghui was full of excitement, "We have received news that Fred in the palace is just a disguiser, and the real Fred may have died a long time ago!"

"Dressel has hidden us for so many years!"

"Expose this lie, Elland will belong to us!"

The light and shadow trembled, and then the voice of Pope Odorsi came.

"A careful investigation, I want to make sure this message is foolproof!"

"Yes, Pope."

"There is also the selection of the goddess." Guangying then asked, "How is it going?"

"The candidate has been basically locked in. The girl from Liam City has no problem. Her handmaid is also extremely outstanding. In the past 10 years, except for the blasphemer, she is almost the best."

"Speed ​​up, and also, telling the guys at sea that their performance was disappointing."

"Your will is our mission!" Bishop Guanghui lowered his head. When he raised his head again, the light and shadow in the room had disappeared. He walked to the desk and opened the file.

After glanced at him, he marked one of the names.

Montana Manning.

"Take them to the glorious coffin." The bishop ordered.

"Would it be too urgent?" A voice sounded from the room. "That Montana has just entered the third level. At this time, I'm afraid I won't get much growth when I go to the Guanghui Coffin."

"Go, she will get over it." Bishop Guanghui replied coldly, "If she fails, it will only prove that she is not pious enough."

At the same time, leaving the Duke's Mansion, Sigmun drove his carriage back to the Elm Street. He planned to go directly to the southern island through the teleportation channel left before Newcomermen.

As for tonight.

Of course, we have to fill the emptiness of Ashley for some time in the future.
Chapter completed!