Before the refugees flocked to Cologne, the security situation in Cologne had always been good, and the work and affairs of each sub-district security office were quite leisurely. Even the on-duty guards responsible for the city patrol were not hard and busy. Sometimes when they were free, they could see patrol members sitting together in the taverns and teahouses on the street chatting and resting.

Unfortunately, such good days have gone after the arrival of refugees. The frequent crimes have put heavy pressure on the public security offices. The patrol team is busy all day long. Often one case has not been resolved and another case appears again. As the crime-stricken area, the city hall has dispatched a lot of people to help and help in order to solve the shortage of local security offices. However, even so, it is difficult to improve the security environment of the Lumai District.

It was predicted that the possibility of a refugee riot tonight, and considering the security issues, the city hall had withdrawn a large number of people from the local security center in advance. The current security center is like a decoration, which can't withstand the impact of refugees at all. As for the left-behind people, they had taken refuge in emergency situations at the beginning of the refugee riot, not to mention that the focus of the refugee riots was not the security center, but the entire ruling class of Cologne.

According to information learned by Mommer, the cause of the refugee riots came from the expulsion policy of the City Hall. Many dissatisfied refugees decided to use violent means to force the City Hall to compromise, and at the same time accepted many conditions that were in line with the interests of the refugees, such as monthly relief funds, free accommodation conditions, and appropriate work guarantees.

But will Cologne City Hall agree to the refugee conditions? It is impossible to think about it!

Only ignorant people will believe in the superficially selfless and tall image of the church. Any principled issues that violate their own interests have always been cruel and ruthless. Since the War of New Faith, has the church that has established the hegemony of Elderland bowed to any force? So what about the current fierce Heather Empire? If the talks collapsed, it would be impossible to launch a holy war directly! The small refugee riot in the eyes of the church cannot even make a splash. How can the church compromise? No need for the church to take action, the local nobles whose interests are affected will stand up and oppose it first.

Conflicts are naturally inevitable.

Shortly after Selle left, Xialan and Mommel quietly arrived near No. 59 Blue Road Street.

The door of the public security station is locked in the distance, and there is no ordinary guard at the door. The office building is pitch black and there is no light at all. I think all the people who stay behind have evacuated, and what secrets are hidden here?

"You stay here, I'll go inside to investigate."

In the shadow of the corner of the house, Mommer patted Xia Lan on the shoulder. He would not forget the three spies who had been broken in the Lumai neighborhood. Although he had concealed the truth from Xia Lan and only explained the disappearance, so as not to fear and give up and affect his plan to alert the enemy again. However, he knew the inside story, but he knew that the spies were not missing, but were all abandoned in the gutter and died of heart rupture.

The secret spies in the Holy Church acted mysteriously and had great strength. In terms of disguise and reconnaissance methods, they were far from comparable to Xia Lan. But they all died in a bad way during the investigation. From this, they could imagine the horror of the mastermind behind the scenes. Only Momer himself was sure to deal with such a person or force. He would take Xia Lan to take risks, but he would never deliberately lead him to die.

"Is the news about Sel really credible?" Xia Lan questioned with doubts.

"Do you think he will betray the Holy Church?" Mommer raised his eyebrows.

"On the one hand, there is a happy family, a prosperous life and enjoy wealth and prosperity, and on the other hand, there is the torture of psychological difficulties all day long. If you are willing to give everything based on your faith, people are fickle. The so-called loyalty is nothing more than the price of betrayal is not high enough." Xia Lan said.

"So what?" Mommer said calmly.

"You don't care?" Xia Lan asked back.

"What I need to know is the identity and origin of the mastermind behind the scenes. As long as the news from Sel is true, why should I pursue his betrayal? Besides, he betrayed the Holy Church, not me." Momer said.

"What if this is a trap?" Xia Lan said.

"The trap is better, so I can find out everything thoroughly."

Mommor finished saying this, then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“Confidence based on strength!”

Xia Lan sighed softly, staring deeply at the direction of the public security office. He could not persuade Momoer's decision. In the final analysis, it was not a risk for his own life. He said more about He Yi.

Momer's sneaking was very concealed and swift. In a moment, he had quietly stepped into the office building in the security office. With his powerful night vision ability, the scenes in the room could be seen clearly. With his keen perception, he could not hide anything in any movement.

There was no one in the building. To be honest, he could not sense the breath of people.

He did not relax his vigilance and continued to wander around the corners of the room. When he returned to the hall without any gain, the chandelier on the ceiling above his head suddenly lit up and he was instantly in the midst of day.

"Knight Momer, I have heard of Daming for a long time, and I am really lucky to meet you today."

On the sofa beside the hall wall, a mysterious middle-aged man appeared at some point. He was wearing a white and fitted aristocratic dress, his hair was neatly combed, his skin was slightly white, his facial features were distinct, his blue eyes were as deep as the sea, and a small beard under his tall nose, showing a mature manly look.

Facing the stranger suddenly appeared in front of him, Momoer held the long sword around his waist, and his half-closed eyes revealed a wolve-like light. He stared at the other party without taking action, because he always felt that he had seen him somewhere.

"Introduce yourself, in Lower Harrington de Beckoff, Baron Ksvo."

The middle-aged man stood up and nodded politely to Mommer and smiled.

"So it's you." Mommer frowned.

The man who called himself Baron Ksvo is one of the emerging aristocrats in Cologne. His ancestors came from a small country that disappeared in the north. After settled in Cologne, he made his fortune by trading. After years of business, he successfully integrated into the local aristocratic circle. Unfortunately, his descendants gradually withered and his family weakened. Now he is unknown in the Cologne aristocrat circle. Perhaps he will become obscured in a hundred years.

Is it him the mastermind behind the scenes? If the matter is true, no wonder no one can find out his identity, because the nobles themselves have frequent social interactions, which is most normal in the eyes of outsiders. And if they are planning a conspiracy in secret, who can guess?

He and the Church both made a mistake, and they focused their doubts on important figures but ignored other small figures.

"You won't blame me for not suing you, do you?" Baron Ksvo said gracefully.

"No, I should thank you for appearing to relieve the confusion in my heart." Mommer said.

"I know you have been investigating my identity, but unfortunately I will not let you know me until the time is ripe." Baron Ksvo said, straightening his chest, his hands on his delicate cane.

"The time is not ripe? What do you want to do?" Mommer snorted coldly.

"An unprecedented change since Ragnarok." Kswo said with his hands open.

"War?!" Momer immediately thought of the speculation that had been worrying in his heart.

"You guessed it!" Baron Ksvo withdrew his hand and smiled like a wind. "At the beginning of the refugee riot, the garrison of the Heather Empire in Brunswick-Sarus has launched a full-scale offensive!"

"Impossible!" Momer said subconsciously, then quickly fell silent. After a long time, he asked and said stiffly: "Where is the church envoy of Droxichen?"

Baron Ksvo did not speak, but gestured with his hands on his neck, and the meaning was self-evident.

"You are lying!" Mommel's pupils shrank. "The Heather Empire cannot have the ability to destroy the entire church envoy!"

"What if the subverted Fangs, the ancestors' congress, the Faceless Brotherhood, the Dragon Knight Mercenary Group, and the Red Robe Mage of the Tower of Magic?" Ksvo slowly spoke out one of the forces that had important positions on the Elderland Continent.

"...You lunatics!" Mommel took a breath and said.

"Aren't you also looking forward to chaos and destruction in the Holy Church?" Kswo said with a smile. "The Twelve Knights of the Witch of the Door."

"Do you know who I am?" Mommer asked, then shook his head and said to himself, "If what I expected is not bad, Casar is yours, right?"

Baron Kswo snapped his fingers and said, "It's not just Casar, Sir Sel, and Sir Blaze who are all of us. Do I need me to tell you their identities one by one? Casar comes from the subverted Fang, Sel, Sir Blaze comes from the Brotherhood of the Faceless, Sir Blaze and I come from the public agreement of the ancestors..."

"Haha, your power is amazing." Momer couldn't help but smile bitterly. "It seems that you have been planning to destroy the Holy Church for many years."

"The mainland needs a new pattern, not a overlord who always weighs on us." Baron Ksvo said.

"Aren't you worried about each other's plot and betrayal?" Mommer said.

"Of course we know that before the mountain of the Holy Church collapses, we will not be foolishly killing each other." Baron Kswo said.

"Then, you will tell me these secrets when you appear here tonight, your purpose is to win us over to join you?" Momer said in a low voice.

Baron Ksvo smiled and spread his hands.

"What if I refuse?" Momer said in silence for a while.

"You can't refuse, and you don't have the right to refuse." Kesvo's cane gently lit the ground and said, "Prepare to contact Heris. We need to face her directly to reach an alliance, and in our eyes you are just a microphone."

Death realm

Sword of Sanctions

A dazzling golden light rushed into the sky the moment Momoer drew his sword, turning into a giant sword that pierced the night, lingering with the sacred breath of endless death and nightmare, as if it was about to purify all the filthy and unclean things on the earth.

"Want to see Herris? Let's talk about the sword in my hand!"

As soon as the words fell.

The giant sword fell with a bang.

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Chapter completed!