Chapter 101 Chapter 101 Bella / Where is she? And you...
Sunny day, Gulmis Mountains.
The sunlight gradually dissipated the clouds on Mount Morpheus, revealing the spire of the Temple of the Holy Land.
The once magnificent building was burned down to a black empty frame, standing abruptly.
The convoy entered St. Petersburg, with green lights all the way, and headed straight to the top of the mountain.
Josephine was forced to take the poison and explained to everyone that Bishop Griffin was suffering from an infectious disease and that they must stay away from him for the next few days.
The other servants were of course willing, so Isabel successfully passed all the levels with Gryffindor's token.
As Archbishop of Ceylon, Granfin has great authority.
No one except the Pope could tell him what to do.
Only when they reached the square did Isabel need to land, kneel towards the temple, and wait for the Pope's attendants to appear.
Fortunately, the old man wasn't tall, and given the distinct hierarchy within the Holy Light Church, others didn't dare to casually scrutinize the Archbishop. Therefore, Isabel, completely covered in her black robe, didn't attract any attention.
A quarter of an hour later, Rocky, the Pope's attendant, finally appeared.
"Bishop Gryffindor, it's against protocol for you to depart without waiting for His Holiness's reply," Rocky said, his youthful face stern and mature. "But His Holiness is magnanimous. He heard you were ill, so he made an exception to see you. Please come in."
"Hail to His Holiness." Everyone knelt down reverently.
Rocky waved his hand, and Isabel stood up calmly and followed him.
Among the kneeling crowd, Josephine quietly watched them go away, her heart pounding with nervousness.
The guards in the last row suddenly raised their heads, their dark eyes reflecting the departing figure of the "Bishop".
Since Ludwig's peaceful revolution, Cyril's security has been very tight. He has to go through a lot of checks from the moment he enters St. Petersburg, not to mention after arriving at the temple.
But now it's too smooth.
Watching his wife walking towards the dark and dilapidated tower, Heinrich felt an inexplicable palpitation.
Up ahead, Isabel walked silently, seemingly unaware of the gazes behind her.
"We're here, the Venerable is inside."
After Sophia's death, the tower was simply repaired on the first floor, and no one knew why Cyril insisted on staying in this dilapidated building.
Rocky stopped outside the door, staring at her suspiciously, "You have to take off your headscarf when you meet the Venerable."
Isabel stretched out her arm, which was covered with dense scars, which was shocking.
Rocky took two steps back in fear and waved his hands hastily: "Oh, Mr. Bishop, stay away from me and go in quickly!"
Isabel lowered her sleeve to cover the wound she had faked with poison and walked straight inside.
The smell of burnt charcoal has not yet dissipated from the dark corridor. The once magnificent hall can no longer be seen in its original appearance. Only the broken walls and ruins can give a glimpse of the tragic scene of that day.
Isabelle thought of the lily of the valley hair ornament.
Did Sophia die in this fire? It turns out that she also died with this so-called sacred temple.
That's very much her style.
Even death must be done with great fanfare and vigor.
Walking all the way inside, Isabel followed Sophia's footsteps and entered the main hall.
"You're here."
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the front.
Isabel raised her eyes quietly - the figure sitting peacefully by the window reading a book overlapped with the one she saw on the wedding day.
It's Cyril.
His tone was familiar, and he was holding a sleeping kitten in his arms.
"Come here, what's wrong with you?"
Isabel slowly approached, one step, two steps, three steps...
With the firearm clenched in his palm, Cyril's profile was exposed to the range of the gun.
There was no mistake, it wasn't a stand-in, the blond hair and golden eyes were the real Cyril.
At this moment, only one shot is needed to end his life and the source of evil.
In a thousandth of a second, without any hesitation, she quickly aimed and pulled the trigger!
"Bang!"
A gunshot was heard, and Isabel's hand was grabbed tightly by Cyril who turned around suddenly.
The bullet missed and grazed his cheek.
"Bang!"
Isabel quickly broke free and fired another shot.
This time the bullet hit the soft body, blood splattered everywhere, accompanied by a wailing sound.
"What's that sound!"
"Quick! Protect the Venerable!"
"Catch her!"
…
The next moment, Rocky, who was outside the door, heard the noise and quickly rushed in with the guards and held Isabel down.
The best opportunity had passed. Isabel did not struggle, her gun was confiscated, and her vision was filled with bright red - but not Cyril.
The person who was expected to be dead was still standing calmly, and then he picked up the kitten he had used to block the gun in the pool of blood - the cat opened its pure amber eyes and whimpered in despair, as if it didn't understand why the owner who was gently stroking it the previous moment pushed it to death the next moment.
"Go to sleep, poor child, may you have peace in the afterlife." Cyril sighed with pity, his movements as gentle as before.
He put the kitten down and seemed to have just noticed Isabel, with a surprised smile on his lips. "Oh, it's you, Hein's new wife."
Looking at his feigned surprise, Isabel's heart sank.
Something was wrong…something was wrong with Cyril’s reaction.
Sure enough, the next second, Cyril slowly approached, "Should I call you Audrey, or...Isabelle?"
Isabel suddenly raised her eyes and said, "This is a trap you set."
"Smart boy." Cyril smiled.
Isabel looked calmly at the guard's weapon.
"Don't move." Cyril warned casually, "I know you want to kill me, and I also know Hein is here."
"If I want, I can end your lives as soon as the convoy enters St. Petersburg."
"But you didn't." Isabel stared at Cyril, her mind racing. "So... your target is us."
"It's not you." Cyril smiled, slowly moved closer, raised the firearm on the ground and pointed it at Isabel, and said word by word, "It's you."
A cold object pressed against his forehead, and the situation was reversed.
"What a clever girl! If you hadn't offered yourself to me, it would have been really hard to catch you." Cyril sighed, "It's a pity that everything is over now."
He pulled the trigger—
"Bang" a gunshot rang out!
Isabel slowly fell to the ground.
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Outside the temple, the crowd was in a brief commotion when the first gunshot was heard, but soon fell silent at the command of the temple guards.
In the corner, Heinrich suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the door.
He watched the guards file in, and soon another gunshot rang out.
Heinrich gripped his weapon tightly, using almost all his strength to suppress his impulse.
The next moment, the guards carried the body out of the door—
Dark eyes fixed on the corpse, Heinrich's fingertips trembled, and he could only silently pray that it was Cyril and not someone else...
But the white cloth covering his face was blown away by the wind, and his familiar golden hair fell out, swaying with the guard's movements...
Rocky led the guards through the crowd and angrily recounted the assassination in the temple.
Heinrich's mind went blank and he could hear nothing.
For the first time in his life, he felt that the golden color was so dazzling, so terrifying and disgusting...
Yes, they were prepared to face the worst outcome, but unfortunately when it really came, the sudden despair almost made him breathless.
Half a day ago, she was still calmly talking about her plan, but now she has turned into a lifeless corpse.
How could she die?
How could she die?
She created so many miracles, could her life end so quickly?
Just like the day he heard the news of his father and grandfather's death, that sudden and strange terror came over him again. It was some devil called fate that was controlling everything and taking away his loved ones without any explanation.
Heinrich knelt there, his back bent, as if he was too overwhelmed by deep sorrow to raise his head.
"Sir, I have brought you to the Temple of the Holy Land. Can you give me the antidote?" Josephine knelt beside him and asked in a low voice.
Heinrich slowly raised his eyes, his gaze numb and cold.
"Do you think you can survive?"
Josephine was stunned, thinking that he wanted to go back on his word, but the next moment she saw him throw the medicine bottle away.
Josephine hurriedly poured out the pill and swallowed it. Just as she was about to say something, the man beside her disappeared.
"Sir?" Josephine looked around, muttered, and stood up, wanting to escape from here quickly, but a cold voice sounded.
"The Venerable has ordered." Rocky had returned at some point, accompanied by a large group of guards. He spoke slowly, "Bishop Griffin has rebelled. All those he has brought with him will be sentenced to death."
"What?!"
"Have mercy! We are innocent!"
"Please spare my life, sir!"
The crowd was crying and Josephine tried to escape by rolling and crawling, but the guards cut her throat with a knife.
Blood flowed, and he saw his own struggle reflected in his own image, along with the cold expressions of the Templars—retribution, all retribution. He had watched innocent people die under Griffin's blade, and now... it was finally his turn.
All the bodies were carried to the Fire Furnace - a place in the Temple of the Holy Land that was responsible for handling filth and supplying energy.
How ironic! Corpses are not only filth, but also consumables and fuel.
Watching the blazing flames, Josephine's life was coming to an end. The second before he closed his eyes, he saw those dark eyes again. He wanted to call for help, but the fire had already swallowed him.
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The fire in the furnace burned all night and was not extinguished until dawn.
Only after the guard left did Heinrich come out from the corner.
He searched for something in the still warm ashes with his bare hands.
They were all the same ashes, yet he stubbornly tried to identify his wife among them.
Unfortunately, there is nothing.
In the end, a person's life is just a handful of ashes in a furnace, leaving nothing behind.
Big tears fell into the ashes. His hands were burned and bleeding, but he seemed to feel no pain and continued to search desperately.
Before coming, she said that the Atlantis sapphire was the hardest stone in the world and she always carried it with her.
If even her ashes cannot be left behind, at least there is this stone to prove her existence.
This forbidden place, symbolizing death, is rarely visited, and only elderly nuns are responsible for cleaning it at night.
Heinrich searched day and night but could not find the stone.
"Creaky." Suddenly, there was a sound of a wooden door opening behind me.
Heinrich quickly hid inside the furnace.
A nun in a black robe walked in. She lowered her head and cleaned every corner diligently.
Heinrich stared at her movements closely. The moonlight shone into the room and suddenly reflected on her wrist, and a familiar light flashed by.
He was stunned, and almost at the same time, the dagger came out and pressed against the nun's throat.
"Where did you get the gem from?" he whispered. "Tell me the answer in three seconds."
The nun raised her eyes calmly, without any panic in them.
She looked Heinrich in the eyes and paused for a long moment.
Seeing that it had been more than three seconds, she raised her hand, took off the sapphire and shook it, signaling Heinrich to stretch out his hand.
"Don't play tricks. I will really kill you, and then kill Cyril." Heinrich's voice was cold. He had no patience at all.
The nun handed him the gem and wrote on his palm.
As Heinrich watched the letters form a sentence, his expression changed.
"She's not here?" He looked up. "Then where is she? Who are you?"
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