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Alice looked at Sartre in confusion and couldn't help asking: "Master Sartre, what are you..."

Standing next to Sartre, she could clearly see that Sartre had just raised his hand to activate a spell "Primary Deflection Protection".

Since he is a gold coin type prophet and does not know the magic of the scepter type extraordinary person, it means that this is clearly a magic inscription engraved on a certain piece of magic equipment.

This kind of equipment has always been precious, especially for prophets. Every protective spell that can be cast instantly is likely to cost a life.

Before advancing to the silver level, all gold coin-based extraordinary beings have almost no ability to protect themselves, and are likely to die from a small crossbow arrow.

And now, Sartre is actually willing to actively activate the spell for a cultist?

Master Sartre wants to protect this person?

"Miss Alice, I'm sorry, but you can't kill this person." Sartre said to Alice regretfully.

"Why?"

"Because...he is the person I am looking for."

Alice chuckled, "You should know that in the Kingdom of Algrant, all cultists must die."

She deliberately added an accent to "Kingdom of Algrant".

"But he is just tainted with the aura of a cultist, and is not considered a true cultist."

"The Order of the Human-Faced Rat is best at concealing its identity."

Sartre glanced at Ed, looked at Alice and said kindly: "Miss Alice, I can understand your feeling of losing a loved one, but I didn't feel any bloody breath from him, which means he is not The man who killed Tion.”

Alice raised her eyebrows and wanted to continue speaking, but was forcibly interrupted by Sartre.

In fact, this prophet is not as friendly as he seems. "On the other hand, I think as a member of the Iris family, you know the weight of a prophet's favor, especially... your family has lost only one of its members." on the premise of a prophet.”

Ed couldn't help but snorted coldly, and muttered angrily, "Iris will never compromise!"

Sartre glanced at Ed and said with a smile: "I'm just stating a fact."

He casually showed the crystal ball in his hand that had returned to normal, and then continued: "By the way, maybe you don't know who my teacher is. He is the white-robed Julian from the Tower of Stars. You should have heard of him. .”

Alice and Ed's pupils shrank severely. Although they knew that the identity of the prophet in front of them was unusual, they never thought that he was actually the student of the Tower Master of the Star Tower!

Yes, the Tower of Stars can also be understood as a holy place for prophets.

Only prophets who come out of the Tower of Stars or are recognized by the Tower of Stars are true prophets.

In a sense, the Star Tower is equivalent to an official red seal.

As for those who are not certified, people generally call them "divinationists".

Even though Julian, the master of the Star Tower, has many students, this identity alone is not something that the Iris family dares to touch.

The simplest and crudest example is that even if the original diviner Tien, who is almost in his old age, is still alive, he has to respectfully call Sartre his teacher.

Tion went to the Star Tower twice, but in the end he was not recognized by the Star Tower.

Alice immediately felt that the matter was much more difficult. Originally, Tion was killed in Leiden City due to the assassination of the cult. If Sartre also died here...

That nature is completely different from Tien's death.

Aaron listened with interest and couldn't help but silently complained: "So the second generation of Tower can do whatever he wants?"

"Can I know the reason?" Alice glanced at Aaron sideways and said to Sartre, "You should know how much of a threat a potential follower of the Cult of Rats with Human Faces can pose."

Sartre did not answer, but looked at Aaron and said seriously: "Can you tell me your full name?"

"Albert Aaron." Aaron said honestly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Alice couldn't help raising her voice, and turned to look at Aaron with a look of disbelief: "Albert?! Are you a member of Albert's family?"

This was the first time for Aaron to see this cold female noble being so rude. Even when she said this, he felt vaguely panicked.

It feels like carrying a small piece of paper during an exam, but not daring to cheat. Every time the teacher passes by, I feel guilty.

Aaron swallowed, carefully recalled it, and said hesitantly: "My last name should be Albert... right?"

The two long swords so close at hand made his answer particularly unconfident, but the ensuing sense of crisis only fueled his curiosity.

"Your surname is indeed Albert!" Sartre laughed, strode forward, inadvertently pushed Ed aside, and stood in front of Aaron.

He looked at Aaron and said with a deep nostalgic tone: "You may not know me anymore. I am Isaac Sutter, and I am your uncle."

Aaron was confused. Even though his memory of his childhood was blurry, he had never seen this cheap uncle before.

It's like going home to visit relatives during the Chinese New Year and meeting someone you don't know at all but claiming to be a relative.

I could only mutter about whether I have this relative, and at the same time I recognized this relative.

If their family really wanted to know Sartre, then his cheap dad wouldn't have told him.

Wait, why is this cheap uncle blinking like crazy?

Clam?

This is……

In the flash of lightning, Aaron thought of Sartre's protection and yelling, and finally reacted, shouting in realization, "So you are Uncle Sartre, I almost forgot about it."

"Yes, yes, it's me, you finally recognized me!" Sartre's face was filled with relief.

Looking at the uncle and nephew reunited after a long separation, the corner of Alice's mouth twitched.

As a true aristocrat, performances and etiquette classes are naturally indispensable.

With their extremely unfamiliar acting skills and exaggerated tone, it seemed to her that the words "I'm playing you" were written on their faces.

Ed walked silently to Miss Alice and also watched the awkward impromptu performance of the two people opposite.

"I never thought that such an outstanding figure as your father would be so soon..." Sartre sighed appropriately.

"Oh, may his soul rest in peace." Aaron sighed in agreement.

The two of them started sighing.

Alice's face was expressionless, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

As far as she knew, old Albert was an out-and-out villain, and it was he who personally ruined the hope of the Albert family's final rise.

Elite?

What nobleman would desert while clearing out the Ghoul Order's makeshift stronghold?

Back then, there was a silver-level scepter-level expert in charge, several of his bronze-level students, and a group of black iron-level followers!

And their enemies are just a few bronze-level cultists. Even though the followers of the Ghoul Cult are notoriously difficult to deal with, they can't make waves in the face of absolute power.

However, for some unknown reason, perhaps because he couldn't control the fear in his heart, old Albert ran away in a hurry in front of everyone.

A bronze-level swordsman actually escaped from the battlefield because he was not determined?

This incident completely pushed the Albert family, which was already on the edge of the cliff, into the abyss!

The Kingdom of Atlante does not need cowardly and incompetent extraordinary beings, let alone nobles who cannot control their fear!

Thinking of this, she coughed lightly and interrupted the performance between Aaron and Sartre, "Master Sartre, I am very honored to see you find your long-lost nephew, but you also need to pay attention to his identity. "

She deliberately added the emphasis on "master". Since Sartre had already used his identity as a prophet and the master student of the Tower of Stars, it was certainly impossible for her to pursue it to the end.

Compromise is a basic ability that nobles need to master.

"Thank you, Miss Alice, you will gain my friendship." Sartre bowed slightly to her, and then left the prison with Aaron.

Ed and Alice watched the two men leave, standing silently in front of the empty prison.

"Miss, I..." Ed spoke hesitantly at this time.

"No, you did the right thing." Alice looked at the prison where Aaron had been in expressionlessly and said through gritted teeth, "After all, no one knows that my future husband is not only a sacrifice for the coming ceremony of the Man-Faced Rat, but Not only is he a fool who dares to sell his family’s sword to buy wine!”