Alfonso stood quietly in the crowded black market corridor, the hustle and bustle around him seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier.

He did not look at the stall in front of Mark. His pair of holy silver eyes, like a cold pond for ten thousand years, penetrated the dim light and fell accurately on Mark.

Mark felt a chill running down his spine to the top of his head, and the mark of [Seraphim's Gaze] deep in his soul seemed to be activated by an invisible force, and became slightly hot.

He subconsciously tried to retreat, but his body seemed to be nailed to the spot.

Alfonso moved.

He didn't say anything, but just walked slowly forward and came in front of Mark.

Under Mark's almost suffocating gaze, he raised his hand with the silver arm guard and gently patted Mark's shoulder.

The action was not heavy, and even carried a hint of... indescribable approval?

"Well done."

A hoarse voice, like the cold wind blowing across metal on the icy field, went straight into Mark's mind.

There was no emotion in his voice, but it made Mark's hair stand on end.

After doing all this, Alfonso's gaze seemed to linger on Mark for a moment, as if penetrating his flesh and blood and seeing something deeper.

Then, as abruptly as he had appeared, he turned around, his figure flashed a few times in the crowded crowd, and then disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

Mark was left frozen in place, his back instantly soaked in cold sweat.

How could he have the mind to find out any news about Ben Fuller?

The cold pat on the shoulder and the emotionless praise frightened him more than any threat.

He suppressed his restless emotions, pretended to take a stroll in the black market, bought some insignificant herbs, then hurriedly left this place that made him feel extremely uneasy and returned straight to the hotel.

Xingyue? He just wanted to get as far away from that woman and her territory as possible!

Maybe Alfonso was going to find her!

If he had known, he would never have gone to the black market to look for Xingyue even if he had been beaten to death!

What the hell kind of a good guy is he?

What if Kyle is just a small-time jerk with no background like me?

Have you forgotten Alfonso's special attitude towards Kyle outside the Blood Crystal Mine?

Mark should have realized earlier that the person who killed the 100 cavalrymen of Dragon Slaying City was most likely the person behind Kyle!

Otherwise, how could he surrender and wait with Ruby for the people from the Holy City to come and judge him?

The guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes didn't even tell him!

At noon the next day, Ben Fuller, feeling uneasy, had not yet received any report from his confidant, nor had he received a reply from Mr. Shengcheng.

The people sent out disappeared without a trace, and the plan to forge evidence had obviously failed.

Just as he was pacing anxiously in the study in his independent courtyard, considering whether to resort to more extreme measures.

A low, regular sound of horse hooves, as if with a sacred echo, came from afar and approached, beating like drums on the cobblestone road of Osborne Town, and also beating heavily on his heart.

That sound... was the unique sound of horseshoes clashing, the most elite Holy Knights of the Church of Holy Light!

Full of power and unquestionable majesty!

He rushed to the window and pushed it open.

The sun is shining brightly in the square next to the Grizzlies Tavern.

A small group of knights, exuding an imposing aura as heavy as a mountain, reined in their horses and stopped in an orderly manner.

They wore standard heavy plate armor that gleamed with mithril, and on their chests were engraved the emblem of a burning holy flame and crossed swords.

It is the symbol of the Thirteenth Holy Knights!

Each knight was like a steel sculpture, with his visor lowered, revealing only his cold gaze and an aura as deep as the abyss.

And at the front of the team, sitting on the majestic snow-white unicorn warhorse was none other than Alfonso Lin!

The silver armor reflected a cold glow in the sunlight.

The holy silver eyes pierced through the visor and instantly locked onto Ben Fuller, who had just rushed out of the courtyard with a pale face.

Then, Kyle and Ruby also rushed to the square after receiving the notice.

When Kyle saw Alfonso, his eyes lit up brightly.

Ruby straightened her back, and the holy light on the flail pendant flowed slightly.

Alfonso's gaze slowly swept over the three people, finally stopping on Ben Fuller's slightly surprised face.

He did not dismount, but just raised his hand slightly.

A holy knight rode forward, holding a metal box with complex magical runes engraved inside.

Inside the box, there lay several clearly legible letters stained with suspicious dark red stains, as well as several finely crafted imitations of the Enlightenment Society emblem that emitted faint dark magical fluctuations.

It was the hard evidence that Ben Fuller sent out last night to frame Kyle and Ruby!

The air around the square was a little oppressive.

All the townspeople and adventurers who had rushed over after hearing the news, as well as the interested eyes of Ellen behind the Adventurer's Guild window, were focused on the small metal box.

In the square, the dead silence was broken by Alfonso's cold voice.

"Archbishop Ben Fuller."

Alfonso's voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry the weight of ten thousand years of ice, clearly pressing on everyone's eardrums and hearts.

He raised his silver-guarded fingers from the stationery papers emitting a faint holy light in the metal box and pointed at the letters stained with suspicious stains and the finely crafted imitation of the Enlightenment Society emblem.

"Explain." His holy silver eyes pierced through space, fixed firmly on Ben Fuller's face, which had instantly lost all color. "Why are these things from the Enlightenment Society in the hands of your followers? Was this letter sent to the Cardinals written by you? Before the facts were fully investigated, you wrote a letter through private channels to frame your colleagues?"

That letter was the "first move" sent by Ben Fuller last night, but now it became the first sharp knife stabbing him.

The letters he disguised using high-level magic were actually intercepted by someone, which was enough to prove that he might have been targeted by Alfonso Lin for a long time!

Although Ben Fuller did not specify his plan in the letter, the words between the lines were full of dissatisfaction with the man from the Holy Monastery!

But everyone knows that the one from the Holy Monastery had once guided Alfonso!

Even Alfonso Lin's 13th Holy Knights were formed with that person's support!

Ben Fuller's body shook slightly, and then the mask of years of immersion in power covered his panic again at an astonishing speed.

His face showed a mixture of shock, pain at being wrongly accused, and just the right amount of confusion, and his voice even trembled with a hint of grief and indignation:

"Captain Alfonso! This... this is such a vicious frame-up! These things... I've never seen them before!"

"I have no idea why they ended up in the hands of my subordinates! This must be a carefully laid trap, intended to pin the blame on me, destroy the reputation of the Dragon Slaying City Diocese, and even... drive a wedge between the Holy City and the local diocese!"

He suddenly turned to the silent crowd in the square, opened his arms, as if to appeal to the Holy Light:

"As for that letter! Yes, I wrote it!"