Don't call me evil god

Chapter 831: Conspiracy in the Capital
at the same time.

The Earldom of Kalezi, the headquarters of the Crusaders.

"How's Mendel doing lately?"

Archbishop Eugene asked seriously.

The Crusader soldier who came to report stood straight and replied loudly: "Your Excellency the Archbishop!"

"We send people to inquire about his research every day, but it seems that the progress is not very ideal."

"He has been locking himself in his hotel room these days, and his temper is getting worse and worse. He hasn't given us a clear response."

The Archbishop thought for a moment.

"Tell Mendel to keep calm. There is still plenty of time. If it really doesn't work, as long as you can confirm the materials needed for the ritual, you can come up with a roughly usable plan first."

“We have a more than adequate budget.”

Then he asked:
"Has he contacted anyone else?"

The soldier said hurriedly, "Yes, our companions who were assigned to protect Mr. Greg nearby noticed that a scholar who called himself Wallace came to visit Mr. Greg today with his female apprentice. The two met in Mr. Greg's hotel suite."

There was no change in Harris Eugene's expression, he still looked dignified and calm.

"…Wallace, oh, I remember now."

"It's okay. Don't worry about him. Just continue to send people to protect Mendel. Um... you can tell Mendel that if he needs it, he can invite Wallace or other scholars to complete the commission with him. Just keep it confidential and don't let irrelevant people know."

"Mendel is a friend of the Glorious God Cult. He knows the priorities of things and should know what to do."

The soldier nodded, saluted Archbishop Eugene, and turned to leave.

……

"I don't know!"

In the royal capital thousands of miles away.

Prince Fradin complained gloomily to King Kenreddin:
"Father, why did you have to call me back?"

"I have been recognized by the great Norwen, and He has bestowed upon me the powerful divine art of [Resurrection]. Now I will definitely not die in the monster red tide!"

"You called me back when this was the time for me to show my talents. Do you think I'm a fragile little flower that you're carefully caring for in a greenhouse?"

"I'm not weak at all. I should be fighting monsters on the battlefield like you did back then, instead of staying in the capital for the sake of so-called safety and unable to go anywhere else!"

Fradin was in a rather bad mood.

He started to exercise and control his anger under the guidance of military officers when he was 6 or 7 years old. After so much sweat and hard work over the years, he was finally successfully promoted to a level 4 warrior.

He thought his father allowed him to go to the border to give him the opportunity to participate in the defense against the monster red tide.

As a result, not long after he was promoted, he was forcibly sent back to the royal capital by the archmage Alcandas!
So his trip to the border was just for promotion?
After being promoted, I have to stay in the capital? I can't go anywhere?
Then there is no place for his strength to be used at all!

If it weren't for the fact that suicide and returning to the Creation Altar would result in his strength being drained out, he would have wanted to die directly back at the border!
Kenredin listened patiently to his son's complaints before explaining:
"child."

"Who said that I asked the Archmage to bring you back for the sake of so-called safety?"

"This time I really have an extremely important task for you."

Fradin curled his lips and said disdainfully: "An extremely important mission? To protect my mother's safety? Or to maintain the stability and order of the capital during the monster red tide?" He had been "fooled" by his father Kenredin before.

The other party emphasized to him with a serious face that there was an important task, extremely difficult, and he was the only one who could do it.

In the end, he led the palace guards around the streets of the royal capital, and based on the intelligence from MI6, he checked whether anyone was taking advantage of this time to hold secret meetings or preach dangerous doctrines such as doomsday or annihilationism.

In a place like the royal capital Starosh, those who dare to gather together to promote these topics are basically clowns who are seeking to attract attention. They may not be serious cult members at all, but simply have a unique set of values ​​​​that "everyone else is drunk but I am sober."

There is no need to use harsh measures such as burning at the stake or hanging to deal with these guys. Just take them to the royal prison, whip them, beat them with sticks, fine them, and lock them up for a while. They will basically cry and scream, and honestly swear an oath to never do such a thing again.

strictly speaking.

Dealing with these people is no different from catching those thugs.

It is neither difficult nor important.

King Kenreddin said solemnly:

"This time is different."

"Kid, I have a really important mission for you during this year's Monster Red Tide."

"You know that Archbishop Eugene led the Crusaders of the Glorious God Cult to the border to resist the monsters."

"This year's Wangdu has the most empty and weakest defense in recent decades."

"The Archmage and I are responsible for protecting the safety of the Glowing Pope during the Red Tide of Monsters to prevent him from being attacked by those dangerous cultists. This is something we absolutely cannot accept."

"As for you, I will entrust you with the task of protecting the entire capital. Most of the palace guards and the king's army stationed in the capital will be under your command for the time being."

"Before the monster red tide ends and the main force of the Crusaders returns, you are responsible for ensuring the safety of the capital."

Prince Fradin's previous disdainful expression suddenly changed.

Get serious.

"Father? Will the capital be in danger this year?!"

Kenredin pondered for a moment and said, "During the time when you went to the border for promotion, the Archmage and I were in the capital to finish up Rune Monger's affairs. As a result, MI6 found something amiss during the investigation."

"In recent years, Rune Monger has been secretly funding a group of secret cultists that are likely entrenched near the capital, providing financial support for their plans."

"The dwarves in Stone Castle have also verified the information with us. If nothing unexpected happens, it is the group that calls themselves the Church of the Supreme Truth."

"Although Rune was brought to justice, the clues to the cultists were also lost. I don't know where they are hiding now."

"We conducted both open and secret inspections throughout the Shelter Plains. The situation is... a bit tricky."

"The Archmage has found three abandoned cult strongholds. Although he failed to catch those sneaky lunatics, there are obvious signs of sacrificial ceremonies in the strongholds. And the signs are very recent. I'm afraid they were carried out after the main force of the Crusaders left!"

"Knowing that the Sanctuary Plains was being searched, they still dared to take such a huge risk to carry out the sacrificial ceremony, which means that they believed that the benefits of this matter were worth taking such a huge risk to promote."

"The Archmage and I are now very suspicious - those cultists are planning to do something during the outbreak of the demon red tide!"

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(End of this chapter)