The flames of the execution in the cathedral square have gradually died down.

However, the execution ground was still somewhat chaotic. Many onlookers were injured by the exploding crystal accessories, and many people were busy helping their relatives and friends.

The injured were helped or carried away, and the empty space was filled with debris and blood.

In the past, if you created garbage in the church square, it would be considered a violation of God's teachings, and the church would be able to give you "appropriate" punishment.

But today the clergy have no time to take care of this.

On the one hand, they felt inexplicably panicked because of Aknisen's curse before his death. On the other hand, many "white armors" and priests were looking for the thing that exploded.

In the open space outside the square, a medical worker was bandaging the wound of a microscopic person whose thigh was pierced.

A guard in white armor walked up to them, frowning at the pool of blood at the edge of the square.

"Did you see where that thing went? It was you, the one with the injured leg!"

The injured man's face was a little pale due to blood loss. He tried to make a prayer gesture for the God of Light, an action in which he put his hands behind his back, slid them down his neck to his chest, and then covered his chest with his right hand.

"My Lord, I collapsed before I even realized what happened. I don't know what hurt me, and I don't know where it went!"

The white-armored guard looked in the direction of the Mars Pillar, then looked at the location of the bloodstain, and then spoke to them.

"Remember to clean up the blood before you leave."

"Yes, yes, sir. Thank you for the protection of the Supreme God!"

The guard nodded and walked away in one direction with his companions.

Comparing the bloodstains and the stake, they form a straight line, which should be the direction where the unknown object flew.

They walked more than a hundred meters outside the square and came to the corner of an alley.

“It’s here!”

A white-armored guard discovered something and ran to a place, while his companions rushed over after hearing the news.

There was a small hole on the gray-white stone brick wall, about a palm deep and halfway into the wall.

The area around the pit was covered with cracks, which showed that the wall had suffered a considerable impact at that time.

With such power, if anyone was hit in a vital part, there would be basically no hope for salvation even if he was a believer of the Supreme God.

The white-armored guard pointed his finger at the opening of the pit and found that the diameter of the pit was about the size of a finger, from which he could infer the approximate size of the flying object.

However, the expressions of several white-armored guards were not good because the pit was empty.

Since the wall was not pierced, it should not have been taken from the house, and the large pieces of stone chips on the ground seemed to indicate something.

"Someone has pried out the blasphemous and heretical things and taken them away!"

"Damn you, you're so bold!"

"Humph, we'll find it sooner or later. Tell Priest Huon!"

Several white-armored guards looked around and found no other clues, then turned around and headed back towards the square.

In the square, the people from the city castle faction still stood there without moving.

Heno looked seriously at the ashes on the stake and the small vest that was carefully put away by the priests, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Blantai's attention was focused on the white-armored guards who were searching everywhere.

A white-armored guard came running hurriedly from a distance, seeming to be holding something in his hands. When he was about to pass by the group of people in the city lord's castle, Heno suddenly turned around and called him.

"Stop! Show me what you have in your hand!"

The white-armored guard subconsciously stopped, but was obviously somewhat resistant to the tone of Heno's order.

"Lord Heno, this is blasphemous and heretical. I..."

"I know!! I asked you to show me!! I won't take your things away, don't you understand?"

Heno took a step closer, his expression intimidating without even getting angry.

"Okay, okay!"

The white-armored guard looked hesitantly towards the center of the square in the distance, and then he opened his clasped hands while the priests were busy.

Blanche next to him suddenly widened his eyes.

In the hand of the white-armored guard was a strange crystal pendant.

It is transparent white in color, and is carved out of a radiant dynamic substance with the magic of nature.

Yes, dynamic matter!

The center seems to be a radiant sphere with flames swirling around it, and the rays of light on the edges form smooth and beautiful arcs with the flames.

Because every suitable angle is carefully carved into the gemstone surface of earth craftsmanship, the accessories are shiny and reflect the colorful light.

When the white-armored guard's hand inadvertently shakes at an angle, the light will change into various dazzling colors.

All of this makes this wonderful object seem to come alive.

"Okay, Lord Heno, please don't make things difficult for me!"

After all, the white-armored guards did not dare to offend the powerful Heno. Sometimes, Heno was even more intimidating than the city lord.

"Well, go ahead!"

Hearing Heno's words, the white-armored guards felt as if they had been pardoned. They clasped their hands and ran towards the depths of the square.

Blantai reluctantly withdrew his gaze. He noticed that there were about four teams of white-armored guards in similar situations around, which meant that they had found at least five such things.

"Hehe! Now I know why the guy who was burned to death was a heretic who blasphemed the Supreme God, Blanche, do you understand?"

Blanche nodded subconsciously.

"Because of this precious treasure! These so-called shepherds of God are the ones who blasphemed the Most High God. Sooner or later, they will go to hell!"

Heno looked at his son with a little surprise.

Blanty was now almost as tall as himself, though not as strong as himself. His face had his own firmness, but was even more handsome because of his mother's genes.

The busy Heno had long neglected to discipline and care for his son. Unexpectedly, the child who once played with wooden weapons had grown up!

'It's time for him to learn more knowledge to take on more responsibilities!'

Heno's eyes flashed with relief.

"That's right, Blantai, but this kind of talk can only be discussed between us in private. The Church of the Supreme God is much more powerful than our Nolan City..."

Heno's voice became lower and lower, and he squinted his eyes to look at the priests in the distance who were receiving accessories from the white-armored guards. He captured the surprised expressions on their faces one by one.

"Even the heirs of the royal family need to be given a name by the Supreme Bishop..."

He did not continue speaking here, but put his hand on the hilt of the sword and turned around.

"Let's go!"

A dozen well-trained guards each stared at the priests in the distance with deep eyes, then turned and left together with their master.

Deep in the square, the eight explorers had been untied and released before Heno left. It could be considered that the priests were giving Heno a favor.

The fear they had felt when they heard the curse had been dispelled by the treasure they had discovered. Strictly speaking, this treasure was originally presented by the explorers to the Lord of Nolan City, but now it belonged to the church.

However, the curse words that Aksen uttered before he was burned to death also confirmed the charge of blasphemy and heresy. The church had sufficient reasons not to hand over these treasures to the city lord, but if it also wanted to deal with the eight explorers, it would be going too far.

But according to the reports from the witcher guards, not all treasures have been found, and the church will naturally not allow this to happen.

So we immediately prepared a notice for the city.

…

In the evening, a sumptuous dinner was being served in the restaurant of the castle in the center of the city.

The old city lord sat at the main seat at the end of the table, and Heno sat on the right side, which symbolized power. Next to him was Blantai, and opposite them sat a group of female relatives.

The old city lord was eating his dinner attentively using a spoon-like cutlery, and the servant beside him was helping him to cut up some large pieces of food.

After chewing and swallowing the piece of meat in his mouth and drinking a mouthful of the thick soup, the old city lord looked at his son who was eating the barbecue in big mouthfuls.

"So that unidentified thing was burned to death in the end?"

Heno took a sip of his drink, swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his mouth with the tablecloth before answering his father's question.

"Yes, they were obviously scared at the end. The thing could suddenly speak human language, and it was clear from its words that it was not from the mortal world."

The old city lord took a sip of the wine slowly.

"Haha" he laughed.

"As far as I know, notices have been posted all over the city, requiring anyone who finds or picks up blasphemous items to notify or hand them over to the church, otherwise it will be considered blasphemy."

Heno also smiled. He reached out to touch his chest inside his clothes, then took out something that was shining brightly under the oil lamp, causing Blantai beside him to widen his eyes again.

"That's why I came back late, Father!"

The old city lord was obviously moved and reached out to take the beautiful gem pendant from Heno.

Gorgeous and shining, the rope is made of solid and dense silver metal rings connected in series. Both the craftsmanship and material are unprecedented.

"The guy who died at the stake chose to throw this beautiful thing away at the last minute?"

"Yes, father. That thing obviously has magical powers. It even broke the iron chain. I don't know why it was caught. It probably doesn't want the treasure to be taken away by those people in the church."

The old city lord looked at the ornament from left to right, then looked at Blantai who had been staring at this side. Compared with Heno, the incompetent father, the old city lord knew his grandson better.

Although he is not as capable as his son, he is at least many times better than the useless offspring of some of his aristocratic friends.

"Blantai, it's yours. Hide it well, don't let those guys with scavenger noses from the church smell it!"

The ornament slid across the table and came to a steady stop in front of Blantyre's hardwood tableware.