You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 171

There are many different levels of dungeons in Chelsea Manor.

The two truth believers were initially detained in the one with stricter custody.

However, with some influences brought by the arrival of Destiny Child, they were transferred to a relatively relaxed environment—

It is still in the shape of a prison, but there are simple living utensils inside.

Under the bright light, some daily necessities such as brushes and brooms are not controlled by anyone, and they are spontaneously cleaning all the dirty marks here, and even make this cell look much cleaner than normal people.

When Luca Joz arrived here, he saw a short middle-aged man with a full beard, sitting on a hard plank with his short legs stretched out, letting a wet rag dangling in the air. Wipe his feet.

After seeing the figure of the gray-robed old man, he couldn't help but scream in surprise.

"The Child of Destiny is above."

He kicked the rag as he yelled, and hurried to the prison railing, barefooted.

"Lord Bishop, you are finally here to save us!"

This person is Dylan, Guderian's companion, and the illusionist who was responsible for covering the attack before.

Later, after the failure of the attack, he felt that the problem was not serious, so he took the initiative to capture him, and he was locked up until now.

It can be seen how depressed he can be about what happened during this period.

However, his excited words did not get a response from the gray-robed old man.

Because at this moment, another figure in the prison has slowly walked over.

"Is the ceremony over, Lord Bishop?" Guderian asked.

He is in very good condition now, full of energy, and a set of linen clothes on his body also looks very neat, and it seems that he has not been abused in the slightest during his detention.

"It has been successful."

The gray-robed old man said this, but before Guderian, who was excited, asked anything, he turned and asked, "Who did you attack in this manor?"

"Iger Wilson."

Guderian answered happily.

"I have confirmed that he is a voter."

Obviously, he is now immersed in the excitement of the success of the ceremony, and does not feel that his attack was wrong.

However, Bishop Luca, who came to visit, was not as optimistic as he was.

"Iger Wilson..."

He muttered the name, his brows furrowed.

"As far as I know, he's still a wizard apprentice? Even if you suspect he's an elector, you shouldn't use an attack to test him."

This is a long story.

Guderian wanted to explain, but before he could speak, he listened to the other party: "Is he seriously injured? If it is too serious, you should stay in this dungeon temporarily until he is healed."

His words made the surrounding atmosphere instantly awkward.

After the two in the prison looked at each other, the short bearded man named Dylan said in a complicated tone: "You should ask, are we seriously injured..."

"you?"

The grey-robed old man was stunned, "During the attack, you were blocked by the guards of the manor?"

"That's not true. We have isolated the battle site from the outside world."

Guderian whispered: "It's just that Iger is not just a simple wizard apprentice."

"He's also a top hunter."

The short man lying on the railing of the prison winked and said, "Having beaten Guderian into a pig's head, there is no way to fight back."

Top hunters…

The gray-robed old man did not speak, but his mood was quite stunned.

He hadn't asked the details of the relative whom Mrs. Chelsea said before. On the one hand, it was because fate had its own arrangements for voters and did not require him to pay too much attention.

On the other hand, I also feel that voters are currently very young and have not yet grown up.

It is not appropriate to rashly disturb or even contact.

However, a top hunter can't say that he hasn't grown up yet.

Because that has already reached the top.

However, such a young top hunter...

Luca Joz groaned.

But before he thought about anything, Guderian added another sentence.

"I gave him the heart of eternal silence."

"Heart of Eternal Silence? That weapon made of divine blood?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged gentleman said: "In this way, he will become the sharpest weapon in the world, and no one can stop his attack."

"What's your reason for doing this?"

"Of course it is because of the pattern of the wizarding world." Guderian replied.

There is a bishop of the Primitive Truth Cult standing here, so he doesn't have to fear that their conversation will be heard by outsiders, so he speaks without any worries.

"Iger is very powerful, but he is now on the side of the half-blood wizard. The future is destined to be involved in the struggle between pure blood and half blood. Therefore, as long as he is not willing to suffer the slightest grievance, he will directly pick up the sword, right Any pure-blood wizard who wants to crush him."

"It's going to cause more conflict until he kills some people, either explicitly or implicitly..."

On some matters, the original Shinrikyo stance was against all rentier classes.

So in a sense, pure-blood wizards are actually the enemies of truth followers.

It's just that in this era when pure blood controls the world, if they don't want to really become the street rats that everyone yells at, they need to hide their ideas and disguise themselves as some people who can be simply classified as lunatics. .

But they certainly don't mean to trouble the purebloods if they can.

"With absolute force, you can indeed do whatever you want in some things."

The gray-robed old man was noncommittal after hearing this, "But why didn't you consider the relationship between him and Isabella Chelsea?"

With Chelsea?

Guderian was stunned when he heard the words, and then explained: "Miss Isabella does seem very annoyed by our attack, but this does not mean that Iger can have anything with her—"

"Before you come."

The old man interrupted him, "She claimed that you attacked one of her relatives."

This is obviously a surprising news.

The two truth believers in the prison couldn't help but glance at each other, and suddenly there was no sound.

Saying this in front of outsiders does not necessarily mean that the two parties are really relatives, but at least they have a close relationship.

And a half-blood wizard who is closely related to the helm of a famous pure-blood family in the wizarding world... Could there be any pure-blood suppression?

If this identity is revealed, which pure-blood will be full to provoke him?

In this way, taking the initiative to catalyze that person into an extremely sharp weapon is not necessarily a good thing for them to teach the truth.

"Fate will arrange everything."

Seeing that they were silent so far, the old man did not say anything to blame, but comforted in a low voice: "There are some things, don't force it, if it should happen, it will happen."

"Then... do we still need to contact Iger now?"

Guderian asked hesitantly.

"It is not necessary~www.mtlnovel.com~ The old man said: "His fate seems to be complicated, and we should not rashly influence. The most important thing now is to find a way to reach a long-term relationship with Child of Destiny. "

"However, since He has already arrived, why didn't he officially show up?"

The short bearded man on the side suddenly said, "Does this still need to be about timing?"

"certainly."

Hearing the words, the gray-robed old man answered without hesitation: "He needs to understand the world, to be sympathetic to the sufferings of the world, to go deep into the poor and suffering, and to consider the future of everyone."

"So, if it wasn't necessary, He wouldn't pay attention to us at all."

"Are you really that busy?"

The short man murmured secretly when he heard the words, but did not dare to really express his doubts.

Guderian on the side asked: "Have you considered the second ceremony?"

"This requires the cooperation of Granny Caesar, and the work of contacting Caesar needs to be done by you."

When he said this, the gray-robed old man had doubts in his tone, "It's just about this, there may be some changes."

"change?"

"According to my previous prediction, Caesar's life has three months left. But now, this time has been shortened to ten days."

ten days?

Guderian frowned.

In such a short period of time, let alone using his identity to prepare for the second sacrifice, it is not certain whether he can successfully find the other party.

"what happened?"

He was puzzled by this.

"Maybe, he is not favored by fate."

The gray-robed old man replied.

Chapter end