Chapter 25: Son, Learn to Exercise Restraint!

Chapter 25: Son, Learn to Exercise Restraint!

Where did the problem arise exactly...

Lynn pondered continuously. Using his noble status as an introduction, he had planned to meet Loude through a trade, considering it the quickest and safest way. However, he unexpectedly hit a roadblock at the very first step.

This left Lynn somewhat perplexed. He even began to wonder if Loude had received some unfavorable news, prompting him to hide deliberately.

If that were the case, things might get complicated. Finding someone who wanted to remain hidden was not an easy task.

While Lynn was contemplating this, the crowded harbor abruptly descended into chaos. Amidst a series of screams, a finely decorated carriage rushed through the narrow road towards them.

Which noble family is being so ostentatious?

Lynn furrowed his brow, ready to step aside. But the carriage stopped right in front of him.

In no time, a well-dressed, tall, slender middle-aged man descended from the carriage and bowed politely.

"Finally found you, Young Master Lotte. Please, come with me immediately. Lord Pedrol has something very important to discuss with you."nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.

Faced with this unexpected invitation, Lynn almost didn't react, but after a moment's recollection of Lotte's diary, he quickly determined that this person before him was the steward of the Pedrol estate. A bead of sweat appeared on Lynn's forehead.

This identity was only meant for temporary use, as a way to enter the harbor town and secure a meeting with Lame Loude. He never expected the real master to show up at his doorstep.

And even faster than he had anticipated!

To go or not to go?

Countless possibilities flashed through Lynn's mind. After a pause of one or two seconds, under the steward's respectful yet unwavering gaze, Lynn nodded and drew aside the curtain, taking a seat in the carriage.

Clip-clop, clip-clop...

Lynn was left speechless. So, you thought I went whoring, huh?

What made it even more uncomfortable was that he couldn't easily retort. He couldn't say that your son didn't return home last night; he probably drowned himself in the sea, could he?

Anticipating Lotte's expected response, he hung his head, remaining silent.

"I don't want there to be a next time!" Baron Pedrol's tone was quite severe. After a pause, he continued, "Furthermore, in the next few days, all of you need to be cautious. Harbor Town has not been peaceful lately."

"I heard that Archbishop Anluke recently took a large contingent to Ur Town to apprehend those devil-worshipping cultists. The losses were severe; out of a hundred elite guards, only a little over ten returned alive. Not only that, even Archbishop Anluke himself was seriously injured..."

"These wizards are really that powerful?" Ivina, who had shifted her gaze away from Lynn, asked in astonishment.

It should be noted that in the entire Secas Empire, though it was ruled by kings and lords, the real authority lay with the church. Or rather, with the great Lord of the Stars, the Goddess of Creation, Eira's emissary on Earth.

And figures like Archbishop Anluke in the Nordan Domain were undoubtedly the voice of the gods. The stark contrast of seeing such a significant figure fail in the pursuit of wizards made Ivina temporarily unable to accept it.

"These wizards have been corrupted by demons and possess unimaginable magic. They are not easy to deal with," Baron Pedrol said, shivering involuntarily.

A year ago, he had met Archbishop Anluke, and the man appeared to be roughly his age, maybe even a bit younger. But tonight, when they met again, he saw an elderly man in his eighties or nineties. He couldn't fathom what kind of magic could transform the powerful Archbishop into such a frail-looking figure.

What Baron Pedrol couldn't imagine even more was that one of the key players in this story was sitting silently at his side, calmly cutting into the steak with knife and fork.

For Lynn, the fact that Archbishop Anluke was still alive was somewhat unexpected. He thought, given the circumstances, the bishop had only three possible outcomes.

Either he was poisoned, crushed to death, or sacrificed to complete that ritual.

Or could it be that the so-called projection of Eira saved him?

However, it was apparent that the rescue wasn't quite complete, given that Baron Pedrol mentioned that he was seriously injured...

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