The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Glorious Cathedral.

Montana wore a set of white robes trimmed with gold, and walked through the red wooden door. In addition to the glorious Pope sitting at the head of the room, there were also bishops from other churches in Abetus.

Including Norius, there are four sixth ranks, but Yvonne, who was supposed to sit second, could only stand aside, and his place was replaced by a man.

Dario Scarlid.

"Let's get started." Seeing Montana walk to her seat and sit down, Bishop Norius said.

"Tomorrow's celebration day, we have only one goal. To dismantle the identity of the fake king and help Prince Philip ascend the throne. After completing this task, the only enemy standing in front of us is Dressel."

Hearing this, there was a flash of surprise in Montana's eyes, is the king fake?

Bishop Norius didn't explain too much, but assigned the tasks seriously, until finally he looked at Montana, "Montana, this time you will control the Bloodborn."

"Yvonne, give her the list of blood originators."

"Yes." A trace of unwillingness flashed in Yvonne's eyes, but she knew that she was officially out.

"Bishop Norius, what about the weapon you mentioned earlier?" Dario asked, because of the conflict a few days ago, he had already turned to the Oracle Church undisguised.

"I'm going to kill that guy with my own hands." He said angrily.

"Here." Bishop Norius took out a wooden box about 40 centimeters long.

"What's inside?" Dario asked with some expectation.

"A bloody spear left behind after the goddess hunted down an ancient god sleeping in the void." Norius opened the wooden box as he spoke.

The mottled and old spearhead was exposed in front of Dario's eyes. The simple spearhead was about 40 centimeters long and looked dilapidated overall. The dark brown blood almost corroded the entire spearhead, as if it would disintegrate after a light touch.

"As long as you mobilize a little power in your blood, you can easily defeat that Henryk."

"Remember, you only have one chance." The Radiant Pope said suddenly, "This battle of yours will definitely attract Dressel's attention, once you have the chance to kill Henrik, Dressel It will definitely intervene.”

"I can only help you resist once. If you can't seize this opportunity to kill him, Dressel won't give you another opportunity after you are prepared."

"I understand." Feeling the blood in his body concussion, Dario's face was solemn, and he silently took out the weapon in the wooden box.

"When you kill Henrik, the scene will definitely be chaotic. Even Dressel will lose his mind for a moment. That's our chance to get close to the king."

"Daario, your victory is very important, don't let us down, don't shame the blood in your body." Bishop Norius said.

"We promise you that Prince Philip's rule is only temporary. As long as Elan is stabilized and Dressel is resolved, then we will find a way for you to marry Charlotte."

"If Prince Philip passes away unfortunately at this time, then you have the opportunity to run this country through Charlotte!"

As if thinking of that scene, Dario's breathing became short of breath.

From the beginning to the end, his goal was not just the Scarlet family, nor was it purely because of Charlotte's beauty. He was interested in Charlotte's identity and the support of the Oracle Church.

This could give him a chance to become the new king of Elam.

"Charlotte should not give in so easily." He said casually, while gaining power, if he could play with the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, that would be fine.

"Don't worry, Dario, we have plenty of ways to make people tame. At that time, the beautiful Princess Charlotte may fall in love with you willingly, take the initiative to marry you, and give birth to you."

"You should be clear that what we care about is the spreading of the goddess' light, and we have no interest in ruling a country," Norius said.

Dario nodded excitedly.

Of course he has no interest in being a puppet king, but the Oracle Church also has a good tradition in this regard.

In the religious dependent countries controlled by the church, the church only guides in the general direction, builds churches in the country and expands believers, but does not intervene in specific government affairs.

Instead, they will take the initiative to help these countries when they are in crisis.

It was simply the most perfect affiliation.

"Tomorrow is your first step towards the throne of the king!"

"I will not let you down." Dario clenched the weapon in his hand, but an arrogant face flashed in his mind.

"Henrik, your time of death has arrived."

"Charlotte is mine, and this country is mine!"

Although it is unclear the specific plan of the Oracle Church after supporting Prince Philip on the throne, Dario believes that the Church does not lack this ability, but the time has not yet come.

What they need is a prosperous and populous Elam, not a ruin.

Montana, who was sitting at the end, lowered her head quietly. She felt a turbulent undercurrent surging underground in Abetus, slowly dormant power, waiting to completely overthrow the entire city and country.

Even though she was unwilling, Yvonne could only pass on all the information she had to Montana. After that, he lost his reason to stay in this room, and could only leave this power center with a look of nostalgia.

The red door behind her was closed tightly, blocking her way to the peak of power. She went down the spiral staircase and returned to the room alone.

Next, when the celebration day is over, she can only pack up her things and return to the Church of God.

Walking slowly to the window and sitting in a familiar position, Yvonne looked at everything in the room with nostalgia, but at this moment, she suddenly found a piece of neatly folded letter paper on the table.

Unfolding the letter paper, a line of handwriting appeared in front of his eyes.

"Are you willing?"

"Who is it?!" Yvonne stood up abruptly, and the fifth-level mental power enveloped the entire room, but she searched carefully several times, but she couldn't find any clues.

At the same time, in a corner inside the Glorious Cathedral, Belga was watching all this with a calm face.

On the other side, when the meeting was over, Montana hurried back to her room. She didn't see Belgar in the room. She hesitated, but she still took out the perfume, and then leaned against the bed, trying to call Sig Mongolian.

It is safest to communicate in the dream, but after trying several times, Sigmund did not respond to her call, so Montana could only concentrate, wake up from the dream, and open her eyes.

But in the next second, her breathing was slightly stagnant, and in front of her eyes was a somewhat puzzled face of Belgar.

"Very strange, Montana."

"What are you doing?" Belgar asked.