While Lulunaka was grieving over the destruction of her belongings, in a room on the top floor of the cathedral.
Most of the cathedral was open to the public, but there were still some places that were not open to others.
This room was not big, with minimal furniture. There was a desk and a few bookshelves. From the window outside, one could see the square outside the cathedral, and the crowd that was constantly rushing in and out.
From this high vantage point, one could even clearly see some of the believers kneeling down and praying to the cathedral.
The window was not open, and the curtains were half covered. Only half of the sunlight could enter, making the room look somewhat dim.
There were now several people in the room. An old man wearing a rather gorgeous red cultivator robe was sitting in front of the desk. A middle-aged man wearing a black robe with golden embroidery. It looked simple, but there was no doubt that he was rich and respectable. He was sitting on a chair by the wall with his arms crossed and a dignified expression on his face. There was another person standing by the window, looking outside through the half-closed window. This person was also a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe, looking rather ordinary.
The middle-aged man in the gray robe looked out of the window for a while, and then turned his head to face the old man in the red cultivator robe. "There is still one person missing from this small meeting."
"There are two."
The middle-aged man in the black robe said, "This is not a formal occasion, so it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less."
"But the two people that we are missing are the most important people."
The old man's face was filled with dissatisfaction, and he looked a little angry. "Without Ghenos, it is meaningless for us to be here now."
"It makes no difference to me."
The middle-aged man in the black robe said, "I may not necessarily support what he agrees with, but what he opposes is exactly what I oppose.
Whether he is present or not, the discussions and arguments that take place here will not change. It will just be one less meaningless topic. "
The old man knocked hard on the table. "Notalas, you said that you came for dialogue!"
"Dialogue does not mean compromise."
The middle-aged man in the black robe's expression was not any better. "You should have known, Bishop Issil."
"We came here to get rid of those short-sighted nobles. But apart from me, is there no one else who came here to get a result?"
"If you want to get a result, then there are three people who are missing."
The middle-aged man in the gray robe interjected. "The person who has more authority than you, our patriarch, is now recuperating in the mountain under the Church of Light."
"The one who chased away your Patriarch was none other than yourselves."
A cold smile appeared on the old man's face. "The mob, the nobles, and even you all made him disheartened. He could only leave for the West and was unwilling to return.
After you lose your Patriarch, you can't even elect a new one. This isn't as simple as changing the Emperor. "
"Take back your rude words."
The black-robed middle-aged man named Notalas frowned, his expression turning sinister. "You are insulting His Majesty and his followers."
"How many short-lived emperors have appeared in this Sovereign King Castle?"
The old man sneered, his face still filled with anger. "In this church, how many riots have occurred due to fanaticism?
Are they not thugs?
If they are not thugs, what did Ghenos rely on to break the alliance?
It's because of your inaction, Notalas … and you, Mullenin. "
Both of them were indifferent to the old man's accusation.
"Look at you, Issil."
Notalas said, "How can you make people believe that the Church of Light came with sincerity?"
"If I didn't come with sincerity, then I wouldn't stay here and waste my time with you." The old man said, "My patience is running out.
I came for the alliance, not to quarrel. "
"You don't have much patience, Bishop Issil."
The middle-aged man named Mullenin said, "You people from the Church of Light have always been like this. That's why you're so annoying."
"That's you, not the believers of the Church of Light. We also hate you, the heretics of the Holy Spirit Church," Issil said.
The three of them stopped talking and fell silent in this small space.
After a while, Notalas said, "Are we going to continue quarreling or talk about something else?"
"Since we can't continue to discuss the alliance, what else is there to talk about?"
Mullenin said, he tidied up his clothes, "If there's nothing else …"
"There's one thing."
Issil suddenly said, "You should know that the undead in the Forest of the Dead are more active than before."
Notalas and Mullenin looked at Issil. Issil was holding a letter in his hand. He threw the letter on the table, "I only knew about this yesterday because of this letter."
"I thought you didn't care about anything other than the alliance."
Notalas said, "The undead in the North are indeed more active than before, but it's only limited to the North.
If we have to talk about how it will affect us, it will only affect the New Moon. "
"That sounds like a good thing."
Mullenin said, "At least this city doesn't need to be watched by the Emperor of the New Moon with his snake-like gaze."
"The Emperor of the New Moon is already an old man. His gaze is no longer sharp," Issil said.
"But he still has power. He's still very powerful.
Just like his empire. "
Notalas said, "If the undead attack the South again, whether the New Moon can withstand the attack of those undead creatures will depend on how long the Emperor of the New Moon can live."
"He doesn't have many years left. This is something that everyone knows."
Issil said, "Even the countries on the frozen islands in the North know that the Emperor of the New Moon is too old. It won't be strange if he dies at any time."
"It's precisely because he's dying that we gather together to discuss countermeasures for the future," Mullenin said, "But time seems to be wasted in endless arguments.
No one is willing to compromise. "
"I'm tired of hearing these words."
Issil took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. He was also a man of seventy years old. He shouldn't have come to the western end of the Eurand Continent from the Vatican. But he still came, for the mission of the Vatican.
Issil changed the topic back to the Forest of the Dead, "If the undead attack the South really happens, can the King's Castle withstand it?
The important places of the New Moon are on the other side of the strait. It's not too bad for them to give up the territory on the Eurand Continent. "
"No, they won't give up."
Notalas said, "They have been operating the land on the Eurand Continent for more than a hundred years. For them, the place outside the King's Castle is not so insignificant."
"Then will they resist the attack of the undead and protect you, the people blessed by God?
You are an infidel to them … "Issil sneered, but he was interrupted by Notalas," I have a piece of news. Until now, only His Majesty and I know — the Black Water Cavalry of the New Moon has gone to the northern part of the Forest of the Dead. "
With just one sentence, Mullenin held his breath, and the expression on his face became stiff.
"Black Water Cavalry," Issil's expression was not very good either, "Why would the Black Water Cavalry, who never left the Emperor Of The New Moon, go to the northern part of the Forest of the Dead?"
"No one knows."
Notalas said, "The Black Water Cavalry left the Emperor and crossed the strait to the Forest of the Dead, which means that it is something that only the Black Water Cavalry can do …"
"Spirit Demon," Mullenin continued, "Only the Spirit Demon can make the Black Water Cavalry move out."
"To destroy the Spirit Demon?" Issil asked.
"It could also be to negotiate."
Mullenin said, "The Spirit Demon is an existence that can be communicated with — the premise is that you have to be strong enough to not die instantly in the fog of the Spirit Demon, and you have to be able to maintain the conversation … The Black Water Cavalry just happens to meet these conditions."
Issil clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on his hands protruded, "Those infidel actually went to negotiate with the undead!
They actually went to compromise with the undead? "
"It's just a guess."
Notalas said, "Now, no one knows the true meaning of the Black Water Cavalry's appearance in the Forest of the Dead, but if they really went to negotiate with the Spirit Demon, it wouldn't be that strange."
Mullenin sneered, "Choosing between the infidel and the undead to persuade may be a big problem."
Issil's clenched fists loosened a little, "What about His Majesty? He should be present at this time, where did he go?"
Notalas's expression became a little subtle, "His Majesty never left, he has always been here."
"Here?"
"He's inside the cathedral, but he's not with us."