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The curfew was lifted the next day. After all, they couldn't keep the curfew for too long and cause panic in the city. However, the Holy City of Lance was still tight on the inside.
The people of the Religious Court of Inquiry frequently went in and out of the streets and alleys, looking for any clues.
Standing in front of the window, Lan Jue looked at the Cathedral in the distance with a faint smile on her face.
"What do we do next?"
Zhou Qianlin was by his side. It had been a day, and the two of them hadn't left the house since they came back. They had to order food in the room.
From time to time, Lan Jue would stand in front of the window and look outside.
Lan Jue said, "We're not in a hurry. They should be the ones who are in a hurry.
They must be waiting for our news. Since that's the case, let's give them some news. "
Half an hour later, a note appeared on Metatron's desk.
The message was simple. "If you want Raphael, come to the Dark Citadel."
These simple words almost caused Miranda to lose control of her emotions. Even if she thought with her feet, she knew that this was a ploy by the enemy to sow discord.
The Pontiff's Citadel and the Dark Citadel were rivals, but they were both members of the Western League. The Western League forbade Adepts from entering each other's cities.
The Pontiff's Citadel and the Dark Citadel were well guarded against each other. In the Holy City of Reims, they had equipment specifically designed to detect dark Disciplines.
It was a similar situation in the Dark Citadel.
The Pontiff's Paragon Armament was extremely sensitive to dark energy. If a powerful dark Adept came to the Holy City, the Pontiff would be able to sense it.
Moreover, he had obtained some information from the tailor, Julie. Of the two people, one used black and white energy, while the other used the lightning attribute.
Those with lightning attributes were women, while those with black and white attributes were men.
However, none of them were of the darkness attribute.
Metatron's first impression of the note was that the man was trying to disgust him.
There was a flash of white light, and the slip of paper in Metatron's hand was reduced to ash. Metatron's eyes were dark, his thoughts unreadable.
"Metatron must be feeling pretty down," Lan Jue said, smiling as she looked in the direction of the Cathedral.
Zhou Qianlin was a little puzzled. "Since you know that they won't believe you, why did you send them such a message?"
Lan Jue: "To make them unable to remain calm."
Zhou Qianlin still didn't understand what he meant, but seeing that he didn't want to say it, she didn't ask anymore.
Just then, Lan Jue's eyes widened as she stared at the Cathedral. Her lips curled into a faint smile.
"The next step of the operation can begin now."
Zhou Qianlin followed his gaze. Nothing seemed to have changed in the direction of the Cathedral. Everything seemed normal.
She couldn't help but look at Lan Jue in confusion, but what she saw was a confident look.
Lan Jue changed into the clothes he'd bought the other day, put on his glasses, and led Zhou Qianlin out of the hotel. They made their way to the Cathedral.
They were like any other tourist, walking towards the famous building. Lan Jue's face was full of reverence.
Zhou Qianlin was a little nervous. They'd kidnapped his people, and now they had to come here?
Furthermore, there was no doubt that the Cathedral was equipped with surveillance equipment. There was no way they could destroy it here!
The Pontiff was inside, and if anything happened, the Paragon would be the first to appear. That kind of power wasn't something they could stand against.
Zhou Qianlin followed Lan Jue into the Cathedral. She followed Lan Jue's instructions, and took his arm.
Lan Jue led her along the corridor, following the flow of people as they made their way deeper into the cathedral.
In the Cathedral of Reims, all visitors and pilgrims had to be guided by specialized clergymen. No one was allowed to wander around the cathedral without permission.
However, as Lan Jue and Zhou Qianlin passed a fork in the corridor, Lan Jue grabbed Zhou Qianlin's hand, and the two of them turned and entered the fork in the road.
There were clergymen here, but they didn't stop them.
When they turned the corner, the white robes of a clergyman were draped over their shoulders. At least from the back, they looked no different from the rest of the clergymen.
Zhou Qianlin couldn't help but stare blankly at the change, but it wasn't the time to ask questions. She and Lan Jue continued down the path, hand in hand.
In front of them, a seemingly ordinary clergyman dressed in white led the way.
After a few turns, they entered a building. Soon, they were led to a small room in the building.
The room was luxuriously decorated, with the most traditional European furnishings of the Former Era. The room was tall, with a domed ceiling and beautiful murals.
The red carpet was patterned with gold, and all the furniture was a combination of white and gold.
The clergyman retreated after bringing them here. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.
Lan Jue led Zhou Qianlin to the sofa and sat down. Zhou Qianlin's palms were sweaty.
"Relax, it's fine." Lan Jue smiled.
Qianlin glanced at him, and nodded her head.
She didn't even ask through the Soulcaller gem. She didn't want to interrupt Lan Jue's train of thought.
They waited for a while. The door opened and a person came in from the outside.
This person was dressed similar to the clergyman who left before. He was also wearing a white clergyman's uniform. However, there was an additional cloak that covered his head.
The door closed, and the place seemed to become a separate space. A faint, soft white light rippled from the person. Suddenly, all the golden patterns around the walls of the room shone quietly. In the middle of the dome, there was a milky white light falling from the sky and shining on the ground.
Lan Jue sat there motionlessly, but Zhou Qianlin subconsciously held his hand.
"Don't be nervous. This is my meditation room. Turn on the holy light and it will isolate all external detection." A sweet and somewhat cold voice sounded, and the person lifted the cloak on her head.
Her long, wavy, golden hair draped behind her head. Her skin was very fair, and there was a golden crescent moon mark on her forehead. Her big, bright eyes were a clear, light blue color. Just by looking at her eyes, one could feel an indescribable sense of holiness assaulting them.
Lan Jue stood up, stepped forward a few steps, and stretched out his right hand. He smiled lightly, "Nice to meet you."
The woman said indifferently, "Sorry, we are not very used to shaking hands."
Lan Jue smiled and retracted his hand, "I understand."
Of course, he understood that the other party didn't want to have anything to do with him, not even to touch him.
The woman said lightly, "She is in the underground palace of the Inquisition.
It is heavily guarded and full of traps.
The Inquisition has tried to deprive her of her power and recreate another Angel of Dawn.
The Pope has approved it.
The power deprivation ritual began a week ago, and it will take forty-nine days to complete. "
Lan Jue said, "I need a detailed map.
It would be best if there is a detailed layout.
It would be even better if there is an internal circuit diagram. "
The woman looked him in the eye. "Are you sure?"
Lan Jue shook his head. "I'm not completely sure.
Of course, if the Pontiff isn't in the Citadel, then I'm much more confident. "
The woman thought for a moment. "I'll find what you need.
The Pontiff is in seclusion, and won't leave easily.
Metatron will leave in a week or so. He'll be taking the Angel of Dreams and the Angel of Wisdom with him to the Major League of the Northern Alliance. They'll be attending the Great Adept Conference there.
They'll be accompanied by some of the younger generation.
If you wait a week, it'll be easier. "
Lan Jue smiled and shook her head. "If we can think of it, they can too.
When Metatron leaves, the Pontiff will increase his surveillance of the Citadel. We have to act early.
Find what you need, and don't worry about anything else.
I'll think of something. "
"Alright," the woman said.
One day later, I will have the goods delivered to your designated location.
Also, be careful of the Inquisition's High Inquisitor, Constantine.
He's strong, and he has a divine weapon.
He'll be hard to deal with.
If it weren't for the fact that he doesn't cultivate pure divine power, he might even be stronger than Metatron. "
Lan Jue nodded. "Thank you for the warning."
"Five minutes after I leave," the woman said, "someone will escort you out."
Lan Jue smiled. "Alright."
The woman put her cloak back on, and turned to leave.
Zhou Qianlin shot Lan Jue a questioning look. Lan Jue's voice was low. "We'll talk about it when we get back," she muttered.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the same clergyman who'd brought them in returned. He used the same method to escort them out.
Qianlin took a closer look. There were no surveillance cameras in the area they'd just passed.
Back in the hotel.
Zhou Qianlin couldn't help herself. "You have a mole in the Pontiff's Citadel?
High status, too?
That woman's pretty strong. "
Lan Jue smirked. "Do you know the term 'best friend'?"
Zhou Qianlin blinked. "Of course."
Lan Jue: "That was the Archangel of the Moon, Sariel. She's good friends with the Moonfiend Empress.
The Moonfiend Empress told me about her relationship with Sariel. She's the only one who's willing to help her.
One of the reasons I took Raphael was to tell Sariel that someone's coming to save the Empress. "
Zhou Qianlin: "Should we keep waiting?"
Lan Jue: "Wait for news from her."
Zhou Qianlin: "Do you think she's reliable?
What if … "
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