Cardinal Jacob, lying in the diverticulum of the cathedral, with a wet wipe on his forehead, looked at the subordinates beside him, and asked weakly, "That lunatic Leoric, and his two Did you find the son?"

Several people looked at each other and shook their heads.

Jacob glared at his men and asked, "How far is our army from here?"

Someone replied: "Today, before the sun sets, you will be there."

Jacob nodded, and just about to say something, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, making him frown.

A knight of the Holy See rushed into the room and shouted: "Master Bishop! An army has entered the city!"

Jacob glanced at each other sideways: "Here's here? How could our reinforcements come so quickly?"

The Holy See knight was stunned, then shook his head and said: "It's not reinforcements, it's the Knights of Muxi!"

"What?!" Jacob sat up from the bed, shocked, and the wet wipes on his forehead fell to the ground.

Above the ceremonial hall of the Holy Acropolis Palace, Cumberland was standing in the middle of the main hall, watching the blood stains on the ground that had not yet been cleaned, and smelling the thick, unwashable smell in the air.

"How many died?"

Hearing Cumberland's question, the adjutant opened the record book quickly: "A total of 119 people were killed."

"Are all prominent figures in the Holy Acropolis?"

"Yes, as long as the nobles who are qualified to participate in the inheritance ceremony are the famous clan of the Holy Acropolis." The adjutant looked around the hall with dried blood everywhere, imagining the cruel scene at the time, and couldn't help but shudder: " According to the list and confession, when the King of the Holy Acropolis carried out the massacre, it seemed to be random atrocities, but it had very precise targets. The powerful figures and warlords of the Holy Acropolis were almost killed and wounded."

Cumberland rubbed the hilt of the sword and asked, "Couldn't there be no nobleman who can manage affairs survive?"

The adjutant flipped through the pamphlet and said to Cumberland a moment later: "My lord, there is a man who did not attend the ceremony due to illness."

"Who?"

"You should be no stranger to this person, Earl Gordon of White River Fort."

Cumberland scratched the back of his head, looking confused: "Earl Gordon?"

The adjutant covered his lower abdomen with his hands and made a squat movement.

Cumberland's eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh! The head of the Holy Acropolis Mission! The guy with his "Shit Bomb Dinner"!"

At this moment, a group of people wearing church robes rushed into the ceremonial hall, and the leader shouted to Cumberland: "You are so brave! How could there be such a barbaric act as yours under the Father's rule? ?!"

Cumberland followed the sound and saw that a cardinal with a falcon-faced face flushed with anger, was yelling at him.

The old knight glanced condescendingly at the cardinal, his eyes widened and he gave a cold snort.

Started by the opponent's fierce appearance, the cardinal's footsteps unconsciously moved backward, and his voice was three points lower: "I am the Cardinal Jacob of the Holy See. Disrespect to Heavenly Father! It's a heresy!"

Cumberland smiled: "Who said we are here to invade the city?"

Jacob was taken aback for a moment: "Do you still want to quibble at this point?! The troops of Twilight West have already moved into the city! Now, in the name of the Holy See, I order you to leave the city immediately!"

Cumberland nodded: "We will not garrison here, nor will we invade this city. The army of Twilight West is here for two things."

"Two things?!"

"First, we will do our best to protect the Muxi Mission from harm."

Jacob jumped angrily: "I have never heard of the saying that the army of one country enters the city of another country to protect its own mission!"

Cumberland turned his body, motioned Jacob to look at the blood stains on the ground, and said mockingly: "Twisty City gave the Holy Acropolis a chance and hoped that they would protect our mission. But look, they do. How is it?"

Jacob Yuan opened his eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "Then you will take the Muxi Mission and leave the Holy Guard as soon as possible. The others here do not need your protection!"

Cumberland shrugged: "That won't work, because we still have the second thing to complete."

"Damn it! What's the second thing?!"

Cumberland pointed to the throne directly above the ceremony hall: "We want to help the Holy Acropolis complete the throne succession ceremony."

"What are you talking about?!" Jacob was surprised at first, then angered: "It's nonsense! The succession to the throne of the Holy Acropolis, where is the turn of Twilight to intervene?! This matter, I want to report to the Pope, Let him judge your sins..."

Jacob spoke and walked out quickly.

Before he could take a few steps, a group of soldiers from the Musi Knights blocked the gates of the ceremonial hall and raised their shields to prohibit anyone from going out.

Jacob looked at the shining sharp blade in front of him, and roared sternly: "What do you mean? What do you mean?!"

Cumberland stepped forward from the rear, grabbed Jacob's shoulders, and said "affectionately": "His Master, since he is here, why bother to leave in such a hurry? Why don't you stay and be a witness..."

Looking at Cumberland's irresistible smile, Jacob's face was pale, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slipped off his forehead.

An hour later, the low-level nobles and officials who survived in the city were "invited" from door to door by the Knights of Muxi to the ceremonial hall.

Looking at the Muxi army full of armor and strength, people drew close together in fear, wondering what will await them next.

Earl Gordon of White River Castle stood beside Cumberland, speaking to the other side resolutely.

"Want me to support your candidate for the throne?!" Gordon shook his head vigorously: "This is absolutely impossible!"

Cumberland touched his chin and said with a headache: "I haven't said who the candidate is..."

Gordon said decisively: "The legal heir to the throne of the Holy Acropolis, I only approve of His Royal Highness Sinclair, and I will not agree to other candidates!"

Cumberland glanced at him: "If I'm not mistaken, you deliberately claimed that you were absent during the previous throne election ceremony. Why is that?"

Gordon sighed slightly: "I disagree with some political opinions of His Royal Highness Sinclair, nothing more. But this will not affect my choice. He is the best and only heir to the throne of the Holy Acropolis. I I always think so."

Cumberland, who is not good at arguing, waved his hand, and said with a sense of excitement: "Whatever you do, after the ceremony begins, I hope you can continue to hold on to your current view."

Cardinal Jacob hid in a hidden corner of the hall~lightnovelpub.net~ anxiously asked the people below: "Has our army not arrived yet?"

A knight of the Holy See, dressed as a servant, approached Jacob and whispered: "The troops of the Holy See are outside the city, but the troops of the West Side closed every gate and forbid them to enter the city. Knights of the Stigmata I fought a battle with the Morada believers and the defenders of the Musi Knights. I heard that even the gate of the city was not approached, and some people died..."

"Assholes! A group of reckless assholes!" Jacob's nose was almost crooked: "In the kingdom of the Father, how dare to treat the holy shepherd like this! This is simply disrespectful!"

Jacob, who was in anger, walked to the center of the hall desperately and said loudly to Cumberland: "Invaders of West Side! What are you planning to do? Are you planning to keep us here for a lifetime? !"

As soon as the words came out, the nobles and officials of the holy city in the hall immediately responded, and the people unanimously cast hostile eyes at the surrounding Musi Knights.

Cumberland impatiently slapped the sharp sword on his waist, and roared: "What are all noisy?! This ceremony is waiting for an extremely honorable guest! As long as he arrives..."

The adjutant of the Knights hurried into the hall at this time, came to Cumberland's side, and whispered something to him.

The expression on Cumberland's face changed from anger to joy. He ignored the noisy crowd and brought the guards around him, walking quickly to the gate, shouting loudly: "Everyone! Let us welcome, the ruler of the Western Kingdom. ! The Son blessed by Heavenly Father!"

A young man wearing a king's robes, with a gentle smile on his face, slowly stepped into the hall door. He and everyone present, no matter how high or low, no matter how big or small the official position, are familiar with greeting each other.

This person is Todd Fischer, King of the Kingdom of Musee.