Metatron nodded. "There's no way we can keep this a secret.
I'll head back to the cathedral and ask His Holiness for instructions.
From now on, don't split up. If you encounter any enemies, warn us immediately.
If they left behind such a message, they wouldn't be targeting just Raphael. "Uriel nodded.
Very soon, Angel Zhi's words were confirmed. The monitoring room's equipment caught fire, and all the recordings from that day were rendered useless. The person who sold the masks was found, but he was completely confused. He could not remember any man or woman buying the masks, but two of them were missing, and the money was left behind when they were stolen.
Thus, Angel Uriel sent someone to check if there were any fingerprints on the money. The result was disappointing. There were at least a few hundred fingerprints. It was a very old piece of money. More importantly, the fingerprints were not complete, so there was no way to check it.
The most important clues were gone, and Uriel didn't think he'd be able to find anything from the hotel.
If they'd noticed even these details, how could they have left any clues behind?
The atmosphere in the Holy City suddenly became intense. The people of the Religious Inquisition were wandering in the streets and alleys. Every hotel had been searched for information.
Any man and woman who had recently moved in were the targets of the search.
Especially young couples.
But it was clear they wouldn't be able to find any clues.
If Lan Jue dared to stay in a hotel, he'd come prepared. Both he and Qianlin had used fake identities, perfect and flawless. It showed that they were from a large conglomerate, and were here on Europa for business.
But when the investigation reached them …
Lan Jue responded to the Inquisition in the most arrogant way possible. He also hinted that he was acquainted with Michael, the Archangel of War.
"Looks like they didn't find anything.
What should we do next? "Zhou Qianlin asked Lan Jue through the Soulcaller gem after the agents had left.
Lan Jue smiled. "Nothing much.
Sleep.
I'm not the one in a hurry. "
As he spoke, he turned around and walked in the direction of the bed. At this moment, the sky outside was already dark.
"Hey, if you sleep on the bed, what about me?" Zhou Qianlin asked with a blush.
Lan Jue lay down on the bed.
He patted the spot beside him. "Let's sleep together.
Anyway, we're on the spaceship, and we're not that far from each other.
And, you see, now for you.
I am the safest man in the world, because if I do anything bad to you, you will directly merge into my body.
What's more … "" Whoosh! "A cushion on the sofa was already flying towards him like a shooting star.
In the end, Lan Jue slept on the sofa!
There were partitions inside and outside the suite, as if they were in two different worlds.
Lying on the bed, Zhou Qianlin's heart was in turmoil. The look in her eyes was complicated, but she felt very calm.
It was because of that man outside that she felt this way.
Lan Jue lay on the sofa until he could hear Zhou Qianlin's steady breathing.
His heart gradually calmed down.
The longer he spent with her, the more he began to hallucinate. He always felt she was Hera.
Every time this happened, her mental defenses would crumble.
Huh?
Why did she fall asleep?
Shouldn't we be cultivating together?
Lan Jue's mouth twitched. What the hell was this?
Her emotions were interfering with her judgment.
Forget it. Sleep is sleep.
I'll cultivate tomorrow.
She closed her eyes helplessly. Soon.
He drifted off to dreamland.
In stark contrast to the two of them, the Pontiff's Citadel slept soundly.
The Holy City of Reims was under martial law. The Pontiff's Citadel was looking for blasphemers.
It was an honorable excuse.
Although the Holy City had its own Western Alliance government, everyone knew the Pontiff's Citadel had the final say.
The Pontiff had yet to make an appearance, but the atmosphere inside the Citadel was somber.
Raphael, one of the Six Archangels of the Holy City, had been abducted.
To the Pontiff's Citadel, it was a great humiliation.
But they weren't even sure if she was still in the Citadel.
Things had happened too quickly, and by the time they realized what was going on, the person who had kidnapped Raphael would have had enough time to leave Lance.
This made it extremely difficult to catch them.
This was Europa, the capital of the Western Alliance. The Cathedral of the Holy Reims had a high status, but it wasn't a place where the Adepts could call the shots.
They could only make decisions in this city at most.
After all, even if Adepts were strong, could they stand up to the government?
Could they stand up to an interstellar fleet?
The answer was a resounding no.
They couldn't ask for help from the Western Alliance. First of all, they didn't know how much help they could get.
The Pontiff's Citadel couldn't afford to wash their dirty linen in public.
Don't forget, on the other side of the planet was a city of hell. The Dark Citadel couldn't wait to see the Pontiff's Citadel make a fool of itself.
A day and a night of searching yielded no results. Not even a single clue.
The Pontiff's Citadel even used satellites to track down the two.
Although the satellite's accuracy was very high, it was too difficult to find two suspects in a crowded shopping mall.
The Cathedral of Reims.
There were six people sitting around a round table.
All of them had different appearances and were dressed in luxurious clothes. However, all of them had ugly expressions on their faces.
Metatron, the King of Angels, sat at the head of the table.
To his left was the Angel of War, Michael.
On the surface, the Battle Angel seemed to have fully recovered. But at this moment, he was frowning.
Of the Six Archangels, he was the closest to Raphael.
Below him sat the Angel of Death, Gabriel, and the Angel of Wisdom, Uriel.
Across from them sat the Angel of Dreams, Sariel, and the Angel of the Moon.
The King of Angels and the Five Archangels were the highest echelons of the Pontiff's Citadel, second only to the Pontiff himself.
Constantine had been promoted to head of the Inquisition, but he wasn't in the Citadel.
"Not a single clue," Metatron said. "They've come prepared. They're after us.
What's their ultimate goal, we don't know.
If you have any ideas, speak up. "Uriel's voice was low." The simplest thing to do now is to wait for a hare to come to them.
Since the other party had captured Raphael, then there must be a reason for it.
Otherwise, given the situation at that time, he could have killed Raphael directly.
Now we have to wait. Wait for them to state their conditions. Then we can look for clues and opportunities. "
The Dream Angel, Raymiel, sat across from him, frowned. "Are you saying that we should be cowards?" Uriel glanced at him. "You can't say that. A wise man can't act rashly." Raymiel laughed coldly. "If you can't act rashly, then what did you do last time?
Even Michael was seriously injured.
In the end it gave Skyfire Avenue a good reason to come knocking on their door.
Is that what a wise man does? "Uriel's eyes grew cold." Watch what you say, Ramiel. "
Ramiel smirked. "The King of Angels told us to speak our minds. Of course I'm going to speak my mind.
If you don't want to hear it, you don't have to. "" What do you mean, Ramiel? "
Of the six Archangels of the Pontiff's Citadel, Michael the Angel of War, Gabriel the Messenger of Death, Raphael the Archangel of Healing, and Uriel the Cherubim were the closest. The Archangel of Illusions, Ramiel, and Sariel the Archangel of the Moon, were even closer. The Pontiff's Citadel's goal was to restore its former glory.
But the Moonfiend Empress had fled.
Before she left, she was on good terms with Ramiel and Sariel.
Inside the Citadel, however, Michael's forces had the upper hand.
Michael himself didn't care much for factional strife, but Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel did.
"Very well.
Let's get down to business. "Metatron rapped his knuckles on the table.
Gabriel turned to Metatron. "I think Uriel is right. All we can do now is wait.
We can't act blindly, lest our enemies succeed.
From what the seamstress said, the enemy's strength was very strong.
Two of them, no doubt.
We don't know if they have more allies.
What orders does His Holiness have? "Metatron asked." His Holiness has ordered us to find Raphael as soon as possible.
His Holiness is in seclusion, so he won't act directly.
What do you think, Michael? "
Metatron was stronger than Michael, but he was the leader of the Six Archangels. He was a master of combat, so Metatron had to respect Michael's opinion.
"I agree with Uriel," Michael said in a low voice. "Let's keep things in check.
Constantine and the Inquisition are searching as well.
It's best we don't act rashly. If we have to go out, we should at least go in pairs. It's safe. "
Metatron took a deep breath. His eyes shone with a cold light. "This is a great humiliation to the Pontiff's Citadel.
Let me catch those rats and make them repent on the cross. "
Ramiel lowered his head, a mocking glint in his eyes. Beside him sat the only female Archangel. Sariel, the Archangel of the Moon, was expressionless. It was almost as if she had nothing to do with the whole thing.
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(To be continued)