There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 850 - 712: Divine Retribution

Chapter 850 -712: Divine Retribution

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When Wald XVIII was crowned Emperor, although the coronation was not officiated by the current Pope of Light.

At that time, as the Supervisory Bishop, he was also standing on the sidelines as an observer.

Therefore, he knew what Wald XVIII looked like when he was young.

The now tightly wrapped officer.

Is the spitting image of the young Wald XVIII.

Upon further reflection, there is no one among the descendants of the Varo Royal Family who resembles Wald XVIII, which readily reveals the identity of this person at this very moment.

Unless it was some royalty raised in secret outside, it could only be Wald XVIII.

…

Xu Shuo really did not anticipate.

That Wald XVIII would actually leave the Royal Capital, that circle of absolute control and comfort, to personally come to greet his carriage, which momentarily even gave rise to an impulse to execute this man on the spot.

However, since he had the courage to come here.

He must have made thorough preparations.

After pondering for a moment, Xu Shuo decided to first see what this person intended to do.

After all, he was alone here now, and there was still a player in the opposite camp who had not revealed their identity; it was not wise to act rashly without knowing the details.

Ever since entering the Eastern Continent.

Whenever the Holy Court’s carriage was about to reach a major City-State, the local Governor would dispatch the Imperial Army to escort them.

So this reception by the Royal Capital was not surprising.

As a minor Imperial officer, he had no qualifications to meet with the Pope of Light, and he didn’t even have the right to converse with a Supervisory Bishop.

Thus, only the leader of the Bright Moon Knight Order stepped forward to converse with the officer who came to meet them.

It’s unknown what they were discussing.

Either way, the procession had been halted for quite a time.

But the Holy Court’s troops remained immovable, standing firm without the slightest unrest until the conversation at the front concluded, and the Leader of the Bright Moon returned to the troops.

Then, led by the escort troops, the Holy Court’s army followed smoothly behind.

The entire Holy Court procession spanned several kilometers.

The Holy Court’s army, dressed in black and gold armor, marched at the front, followed by the Holy Knight Order and the Bright Moon Knight Order, encircling the dazzlingly luminous Papal Throne in the center.

The Holy Seat was drawn by six white stallions, with the colossal symbol of the Sun Crown floating above the carriage, glittering under the morning sun.

In front of and behind the Papal Throne, other clergy from the Holy Court followed, with ranks ranging from Bishop, Archbishop, to Supervisory Bishop arranged close to the Holy Seat, surrounded by hundreds of White-robed Bishops and Priests.

The procession was indeed grand and majestic.

Xu Shuo leisurely sat inside the Holy Seat, eating snacks, and since a canopy shielded him from view, his posture was not very dignified or imposing.

Before long.

A respectful voice inquired from outside the carriage.

Xu Shuo’s gaze turned towards Catalina beside him.

Still silently seething, Catalina was stunned for a moment before reacting, then irritatedly and through gritted teeth, she lifted the canopy and took a golden brocade cloth handed over by a Church Acolyte.

As a maid, it was within her duties after all.

She huffily tossed the brocade cloth to Xu Shuo.

Fearing any scorn toward His Holiness’ hands, even the medium for the message was soft, delicate satin.

Xu Shuo, resting his chin on his hand, unfolded it and took a look.

The reason the Holy Court’s procession had stopped for so long was because the receiving officer, citing concerns for the health of the Pope, wanted to see the Pope inside the carriage.

Hearing this wild request.

The Leader of the Bright Moon, owing to his good knightly upbringing, managed not to scoff on the spot.

And resolutely refused the request.

He did not even consider sullying the Pope’s ears with such an unreasonable demand, with no intention of delivering a report, no matter how much the officer pleaded, the Leader of the Bright Moon remained as immovable as a mountain in his refusal.

Because this was a request that could never, under any circumstances, be granted!

Subsequently, it was probably realized that the Holy Court was stubborn.

The officer didn’t pursue it further, laughed it off with a smile, and the entire procession resumed its quiet journey towards the Royal Capital.

After reading the conveyed message, Xu Shuo chuckled on behalf of the Leader of the Bright Moon, who had kept his composure.

He wiped the pastry crumbs from his hands with the brocade cloth, looked up outside, and his gaze penetrated the canopy tassels of the Holy Seat.

The back of that officer’s head was bobbing in front of him.

Xu Shuo just stared, the silver eyes beneath the helmet carried an ambiguous meaning, as if lying in wait or indifferently observing.

Suddenly.

The officer leading the Imperial Army at the very front seemed to sense something.

He abruptly turned around, his tightly sealed helmet facing the Holy Court’s army behind, and those eyes under the slits appeared to look towards the Papal Throne.

Xu Shuo did not shy away.

He let him look.

The two, separated by several kilometers of distance, through a layer of curtains and canopy tassels, and also through the obstruction of two helmets, exchanged a glance.

Whether anything was seen, however, is another matter.

“How strange,”

The Ice and Snow Elf suddenly spoke.

Catalina, who had been sulking, furrowed her brows.

With a pensive look, she glanced towards the carriage window, seemingly wanting to see outside, but since she had not received permission to open the curtain or the window, she made no move.

The Papal Throne was extremely spacious and broad.

The carriage, carpeted with plush rugs, not only had a divan but also a table and bookshelf, spanning at least tens of square meters and was also stable.

Catalina sat alone on one side of the carriage, close to the window.

Xu Shuo withdrew his gaze from the remote stare-down and looked at her, asking leisurely, “What’s the matter?”