Ben Fuller's carriage started hastily amidst oppressive silence and countless gazes.

The wheels made a screeching sound as they rolled over the cobblestone road and drove away from the town of Osborne in a dejected manner.

Kyle and Ruby just watched coldly without stopping.

They knew that without Alfonso present to suppress the situation, the mere suspicion of framing a colleague was not enough to bring a high-level divine magician, the Archbishop, to justice at this moment.

Perhaps put him back into the center of the vortex that is about to be crushed by the iron hoofs of the Knights, and let him taste the bitter fruit.

This is the only thing these two young monks can do now.

After all, no matter how powerful the background is, it is just a background.

Mr. Alfonso did not even kill the annoying Ben Fuller directly.

It's easy to imagine that their teacher might not support them in taking action against this guy.

Grizzli Tavern, third floor.

The oak door closed silently behind him, blocking out the noise from the pub downstairs.

The elegantly decorated reception room on the third floor, covered with thick animal skin carpet, was filled with an invisible tension at this moment.

Alfonso Lin, who should have ridden away, was standing at the window with his back to the room.

Outside the window was the somewhat lazy street scene of Osborne Town in the afternoon, but his figure, as straight as a gun, seemed to have absorbed some of the sunlight outside the window, leaving only a cold outline.

He did not take off his armor, and the silver armor glowed with a restrained brilliance under the soft light in the room.

In the center of the room, Ailian, who was supposed to be a small clerk in the Osborne Town Adventurer's Branch, was lazily sinking in a large velvet armchair.

She changed into a comfortable dark purple velvet robe and was barefoot, with the little black dog named "Xiao Hei" curled up at her feet.

At this moment, Xiao Hei curled himself up into a small black jade ball, his fine fur trembling slightly, his vertical pupils tightly closed, and he even held his breath, as if he wanted to completely blend into the shadow of Ailian's robe.

The pure and cold holy light emanating from Alfonso was like a real needle, pricking it and causing it to involuntarily feel a sense of fear.

Ailian's slender fingers stroked "Xiao Hei's" soft fur from time to time, her movements nonchalant, but her eyes fell on Alfonso's back with interest, with her usual playful smile on the corner of her lips.

"Tsk." She was the first to break the silence, her voice carrying a hint of lazy teasing.

"As the Grand Master of the Thirteenth Sacred Knights, you slaughtered countless people in Dragon Slaying City, yet spared that little scumbag Ben Fuller? This is unlike you, the 'Crazy Sword'. Are you soft-hearted? Or... is the waters of Dragon Slaying City so deep that even you have to be cautious when swinging your sword?"

Alfonso turned slowly.

The holy silver eyes beneath the visor were like two frozen deep lakes, staring directly at Ailian without a ripple.

He completely ignored her teasing, and his voice, like the cold wind blowing across the icy plains, went straight to the ultimate purpose of his visit:

"Where is Irene Sofir?"

Ailian's fingers that were stroking "Xiao Hei" paused slightly, and the playful look on her face was instantly covered by a layer of just the right amount of innocence and confusion.

She tilted her head slightly, her obsidian eyes blinking, as if she was really trying to recall an unfamiliar name:

"Irene Sophiel? Oh—you mean the former Saint of the Star-Moon Church who has been secretly wanted by your Holy Light Church for many years?"

She spread her hands, her tone as relaxed as if she were discussing the weather: "Captain Alfonso, did you find the wrong person?"

"I'm just a small, diligent clerk, Ailian, from the Osborne Town Adventurer's Guild. My daily work involves organizing quest scrolls, distributing adventurer allowances, and handling trivial disputes. How could a small character like me possibly know the whereabouts of those wanted heretics?"

She even shrugged innocently, causing Xiao Hei at her feet to shudder again.

Alfonso looked at her silently, his gaze lingering on her face for several breaths.

That look seemed to be able to penetrate all disguises and see directly into the essence.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, leaving only the subtle friction sounds made by Xiao Hei hiding next to Ailian.

After a long while, Alfonso slowly spoke. His voice was still cold, but with a hint of... fatigue.

Or rather, it is the weariness of this meaningless conversation.

"Next time, I hope you can be more sincere. I'm not looking for Irene Sophiel, but I'm looking for her." He walked towards the door, his silver armor rubbing against each other, making a low sound. "Also, it's very rude to entertain guests with an illusion."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared outside the door and the sound of his footsteps quickly faded away.

Not until the cold oppressive feeling completely disappeared did Xiao Hei dare to carefully stick his head out from behind Ailian and exhale a long breath of dark magic.

The innocence and confusion on Ailian's face faded away in an instant, and she returned to that lazy and slightly sarcastic expression.

She leaned back in the soft chair, took a sip of the slightly cold coffee on the small table next to her, and rolled her eyes elegantly in the direction of the empty door.

"Oh, sincerity? What sincerity can there be with a bunch of you blockheads from the Church of Holy Light?" She muttered to herself, her fingertips unconsciously circling the rim of the cup. "The whereabouts of that old man? I'd be damned if I knew!"

She put down the coffee cup and looked out the window in the direction where Alfonso disappeared. Her eyes became somewhat deep and helpless.

"That old guy's starlight projection... is countless times more powerful than what I created with the help of the formation beneath this town."

"If she doesn't want to be found, it would be useless even if you, the Holy Light Church, dismantled the lamp above the Pope's head and used it as a searchlight."

She curled her lips, her tone carrying a subtle jealousy of Irene Sophiel's abilities, mixed with mockery of the Church of Holy Light's arrogance.

"Wanted order..." Ailian scoffed, his shoulders shaking slightly as if thinking of something ridiculous. "Danger Level V? Ha! Did the leaders of the Holy Light Church collectively drink a magic potion or have their brains burned by the Holy Light?"

"You actually classified a being of that level as Level V? Oh, right, I almost forgot, in your gentlemen's wanted lists, there seems to have never been a list of heretics higher than Level IX, right?"

She shook her head, picked up the coffee and took another sip, her eyes filled with deep contempt for the Church of Holy Light's rigid wanted system and a hint of... barely perceptible worry.

What on earth has that old guy been doing outside all these years?

Could it be that Mark was just a smokescreen thrown by her? Otherwise, with her strength, how could she easily be discovered by the Church of Holy Light when she wanted to cause trouble?

When she thought of Mark, the corners of Ailian's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Although she didn't like the old man's arrangement, at least he was a guy who looked relatively pleasing to the eye.

I hope this guy can stand on his own as soon as possible and get out of her territory as soon as possible.

She, Ellen Ben, would never compromise herself for the so-called orthodox bloodline inheritance of the church.