Why do you want to call me

The door was opened, and a slightly embarrassed figure broke into Christine's field of vision.

Perhaps because of the urgency, the visitor didn't even have time to evaporate the rain on his body, and drops of water were dripping from the hem of his clothes.

"Huh? Why are you?"

"Where's Ariane?"

When Christine discovered that it was another guard, her uneasiness reached its peak.

"His Royal Highness, Ariane was seriously injured."

"So I will deliver the letter for you for the time being."

The guard said with a serious expression, and then handed over a letter of information.

At this moment, she finally had time to deal with her wet clothes.

"Arian was injured?"

Christine's eyebrows were tightly knit together, and she took the information and looked at it carefully.

When he saw that Arian's injuries were not life-threatening, he couldn't help but drop his heart, and his brows gradually relaxed.

But soon, when seeing other content, the eyebrows came together again.

The true face of the priests of the Twilight Cult, and the strength they possess...

All this is Arian's dictation.

The guard quietly watched Her Royal Highness pace back and forth in the room slowly, thinking for a long time.

There was only one question on Kristen's mind right now, and one she hadn't noticed.

Where did this Twilight Cult come from?

Burning the paper in her hand, the flame of the candle danced in Christine's black hole.

Looking back at her memory again, she had indeed never heard of the Twilight Cult appearing in the imperial capital in her last life.

Even in the following era, not a single Cult of the Twilight was present here.

On the contrary, other sects are making waves in the imperial capital.

So how did this Twilight Cult with such a huge momentum develop to such a scale?

Christine felt something strange inside.

But she's missing a crucial clue to help her tie it all together.

"call……"

"Curdy, where is Arian recuperating now?"

Christine looked at the guard and asked in a deep voice.

"Returning to Your Highness, Arrian is currently in our power in the slums, and there are already people around to protect him."

Ke Di was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly replied.

"Then take me to see the past."

"Your Highness!"

Hearing the words, the guard who was listening respectfully to the next step suddenly raised his head and looked at the princess in horror.

She wanted to persuade His Highness to explain how dangerous the situation in the slums is now.

With the noble body of Her Royal Highness, how can she personally take risks.

Otherwise, what is the role of these guards?

But she met His Highness's calm look looking at her, with an unquestionable taste in his eyes.

All the words she wanted to persuade came to her lips, and she swallowed them immediately.

The sound of the torrential rain outside the window seemed to be getting louder. Between lightning and thunder, it felt like returning to a summer night.

"Need I say that again?"

Facing Christine's soft inquiry, the guard lowered his head again.

"Yes, Your Highness."

……

slums.

The eyes of countless people stared at this place, watching those torches go out one by one in the rain.

Under such torrential rain, those crazy Twilight Cultists had no choice but to temporarily stop their activities.

This scene made many people feel a little more relaxed.

Some are glad that the rain came in such a timely manner, which made these helpless believers calm down for the time being.

At the same time, the eyes staring here can also take a rest.

The effect of this can be said to be the safest moment.

Once the rain is over, we don't know what will happen here.

No one can answer, including the Twilight Cult who was the initiator.

Inside the gang's residence, a figure pushed open the door against the heavy rain.

A person behind him closed it again, so as not to let the sound of rain disturb his conversation.

"Squeak..."

Facing the sudden sound of the door opening, the guard named Arian looked over there cautiously.

But in the next second, the vigilant expression on her face froze.

"Your Highness, Your Highness."

Arrian recognized the identity of the visitor.

It was indeed Her Royal Highness the Princess whom I had sworn allegiance to!

She was shocked, how did she come here, Your Highness.

No matter how hard Arian couldn't believe it, Christine's figure was right in front of his eyes.

She will never be wrong about this.

Could it be that Your Highness came here specially to see her in the heavy rain?

Thinking of this, Arian's eye circles suddenly turned red, and his heart was moved with inextricable emotion.

Your Royal Highness, she is so... so...

Arian suddenly ran out of words and didn't know what words to use to describe this mood.

So she struggled to get up, and wanted to get out of bed to meet Her Royal Highness.

But Christine stepped forward and held Arian's figure who was about to move.

"You still have injuries, so you don't need to salute."

Seeing the figure wrapped like a rice dumpling, Christine couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"I came here this time because there are some things that I can't explain clearly on paper. Now I have the opportunity to come here because of the temporary silence."

"In addition, withdraw the main force here while the night is dark, so as not to be involved in the whirlpool."

Christine has made up her mind not to get involved in this matter, anyway, there are still many opportunities in the future.

Ariane's face became serious when she heard Her Royal Highness talking about business.

"You talk about what you saw and perceived before."

"No detail should be missed."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Immediately, Arian started talking to Christine about sneaking into the underground passage.

……

The slums in the rainy night are so quiet, but there are turbulent waves hidden below.

Thanks to the designers who had just started to build the imperial capital, countless water flowed through the surrounding canals and flowed to the river running through the imperial capital and outside the city.

As a result, there is not much stagnant water in the city.

It's just that the rain was heavy and there was a lot of water flowing down.

The waterways are filled with the deafening sound of running water hitting the walls.

In a wide part of the underground waterway, there is a light here, which has obviously been transformed into a gathering place.

The middle-aged man looked gloomyly at the group of people in front of him.

At this moment, he has changed into a new set of clothes.

There were no scars on his face at all, as if he wasn't the one who ate the flame bombardment before.

Only the hair is shorter than before, and it seems to be getting thinner.

Because that place has been completely destroyed by the sudden raiders.

So now we can only find a new place to gather together.

He glanced at the empty-handed believers below, and asked gloomyly.

"What have you gained!"

Facing the middle-aged man's question, the people below faltered for a while, unable to answer.

"My lord priest, we have been looking for it for a long time."

"But there is nothing for the time being, and we have not found our relatives."

"We're sad about that too..."

Seeing that the priest's eyes stopped on him, a person could only bite the bullet and answer.

With one person starting, the rest of the people began to answer.

"My lord priest, we did search all the slums, but we found nothing."

"My lord priest, I've checked the area I'm in charge of, and there really isn't one."

"..."

"Then why don't you continue to look for it!"

"Why did you come back without finding it!"

The middle-aged man's expression became more and more gloomy as he listened, and finally he spoke directly.

"My lord priest, we..."

"It's raining heavily, and the torches are all drenched, so they can't light a fire."

"So we plan to wait until dawn tomorrow morning..."

One person explained it.

Although the middle-aged man is angry, he knows that the weather will not be changed by man.

He kept asking whether the Gospel in his arms had the power to control the weather.

But no matter how anxious he asked, Gospel stayed quietly in his arms without any response.

This made the middle-aged man a little restless for a while.

Hadn't the power of the Gospel recovered from eating those few?

He didn't realize that he was relying more and more on this Gospel now.

It seems that it is gradually controlling its own thinking.

This is no different from the posture of the middle-aged man when he was restrained before, and there is a similarity in the same way but the same effect.

It's just that one is using force and coercion, and the other is relying on temptation.