Lin En kept thinking that using his noble status as a stepping stone to meet Lord through trade was the fastest and safest way he could think of, but he didn't expect to hit a wall at the first step.

This made Lin En somewhat troubled. He even suspected that Lord might have received some bad news, so he hid himself on purpose.

If this is true, then it will be troublesome. It is not easy to find someone who deliberately hides.

Just as Lin En was thinking, the dense crowd at the port suddenly became extremely chaotic. Amidst screams, an exquisitely decorated carriage drove through the narrow road and galloped towards this side.

Which noble family is so arrogant? Lin En frowned and was about to withdraw, but the carriage stopped directly in front of him.

Not long after, a well-dressed, tall and thin middle-aged man got out of the car and bowed politely.

"Finally I found you, Master Lotte. Please come back with me as soon as possible. Master Pedro has something very important to discuss with you!"

Faced with the sudden invitation, Lin En almost didn't react. Fortunately, he recalled Lotte's diary and quickly determined that the person in front of him was the butler in Pedro's mansion. Then a drop of cold sweat appeared on Lin En's forehead.

He just wanted to borrow this identity temporarily as a stepping stone to enter Harbor Town and meet Lame Lord, but he didn't expect that the real owner would come to him now.

And it happened much faster than he had expected!

Go or not? Countless possibilities flashed through Lin En's mind. After a pause of one or two seconds, under the respectful and firm gaze of the butler, Lin En nodded, opened the curtain and got into the carriage.

Pah-pah-pah…

The stalled carriage started slowly, moving forward on the muddy road at the dock. The body of the carriage kept shaking, making Lin En, who was sitting on it, feel a little uncomfortable.

"You'd better tidy yourself up before entering the mansion. Lord Pedro will be very unhappy if he sees you!" The curtain of the car was lifted again, and the tall and thin butler glanced at Lin En's hands and reminded him.

Lynn lowered his head and found that his hands were stained with a lot of yellow and black powder. It should be that he accidentally got them on when he helped the half-orc Bill move the cargo barrels.

Wait…Lynn suddenly raised his hand, lowered his head and smelled it.

This taste seems to be...

sulfur?

…

Pedro's mansion is located in the northwest of the harbor town, on the most prosperous street. The dark black iron gate stands majestically. When the carriage slowly drove into the gate, Lynn quickly noticed what was hidden beneath the surface.

Dense weeds grew out from the gaps between the tiles, and the flowers planted on both sides of the road were half dead due to lack of care.

But it's normal to think about it. Pedro's palace hasn't hired a gardener who specializes in pruning flowers for a long time.

After a simple wash, Lynn was led by a servant to the front hall of the mansion. Baron Pedro was already sitting at the dining table covered with a crimson tablecloth waiting for him.

Also sitting at the table was a brown-haired girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, staring at him with an indescribable look. She was probably the sister Ivina that Lotte mentioned...

Compared to eating black bread with water, it was already very rich! "Where have you been? My son, I wanted to find you last night, but you were not in the mansion." Baron Pedro asked with a dissatisfied expression after Lin En sat down, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the tall and thin butler who came in with him.

"I found the young master at the dock at the port." The butler replied without looking away.

Baron Pedro's face immediately darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "I should have reminded you, Lotte, that it's okay to relax a little, but never spend the night in a place like that, hanging out with dirty prostitutes!"

Lin En was speechless. So you thought I went to a prostitute, right?

What made him even more uncomfortable was that he couldn't say anything to refute it. He couldn't say that your son didn't come back last night and committed suicide by jumping into the sea, right?

Lynn anticipated Lotte's reaction, and finally lowered his head and said nothing.

"I don't want it to happen again!" Baron Pedro's tone was very stern. After a pause, he continued speaking.

"Also, you all need to pay attention to me in the next few days. Harbor Town has not been peaceful recently."

"I heard that Bishop Anruk had brought a large number of people to the town of Ur a few days ago to capture the devil's followers, but suffered heavy losses. Only a dozen of the 100 elite guards returned alive. Not only that, even Bishop Anruk was severely injured..."

"Are these wizards really that powerful?" Ivina shifted her gaze away from Lynn and asked in astonishment.

You have to know that although the entire Sekas Empire is ruled by the king and lords, the one who really controls everything is the Church! Or in other words, it is the messenger of the great Lord of the Stars and the Goddess of Creation [Ella] in the mortal world.

An archbishop like Anruk was undoubtedly the spokesperson of God in the Nordland Territory. It was hard to imagine that such a big man would fail in the process of hunting down wizards. Such a contrast made Ivana difficult to accept for a while.

"These wizards have been corrupted by the devil and master witchcraft that is unimaginable for ordinary people. They are not so easy to deal with." At this point, Baron Pedro couldn't help but shudder.

He had met Bishop Anruk a year ago. He looked about the same age as him, or even younger. But when they met again tonight, he saw an old man in his eighties or nineties. He really couldn't imagine what kind of witchcraft could turn the powerful bishop into this state.

What Baron Pedro could not have imagined was that the other protagonist in his words was sitting quietly beside him, cutting the steak slowly and orderly with a knife and fork...

Lin En was somewhat surprised at the information that Anluik was still alive. He had thought that under such circumstances, the bishop would have only three possible outcomes.

Either be poisoned to death, or be crushed to death by falling rocks, or sacrifice yourself to complete that divine descent technique.

Or maybe the so-called [Ella] projection rescued him again.

But it was obviously not a complete rescue, otherwise Pedro would not have said that the other party was seriously injured...

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