Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Ironically, it was she who asked the question, so Roy couldn't really be blamed for spoiling the plot.

Nodding, the Queen, without any doubt about whether Roy could do it, glanced at the calendar beside her and said:

"In three days at most, we will set off back to Letania. At that time, I will help you summon that messenger from all nations."

"Speaking of which, why didn't you look for that messenger from all nations in Kazimir?" the Queen suddenly asked again. Clearly, Roy was currently in Kazimir; wouldn't it be much more convenient to find the messenger from Kazimir?

Roy pursed his lips, replying with a mixture of helplessness and self-assurance, "He's not here."

“Hmm…that does fit my stereotype of the Sarkaz.” The Queen and the Teutons nodded simultaneously.

Volume 1: Chapter 267 The Provisional Meeting of the Deep Sea Church

Iberia, coastline, unknown ruined city.

Iberia has many coastal cities that are not mobile cities, and without exception, these coastal cities were reduced to uninhabited ruins after the Great Quiet. The rising tide never recedes, and even Iberia's once prosperous golden capital can only slowly decay on the seabed.

This ruined city is just one of countless cities that sank after the dramatic changes in the coastline. Iberia was unable to send people to reclaim it, so it became a gathering point for another group of forces.

The Deep Sea Cultists are a diverse group of people with different races and purposes, who use reason to mask the deepest madness in their minds.

Among them, there were four most active deep-sea bishops, whose followers were widely distributed along the Iberian coastline, spreading their faith in the sea god and the sea god. As for how many bishops there were and how large the number of believers was, even the Iberian Court of Justice did not have specific figures.

Unlike the orthodox Lateran Church, the Deep Sea Cult does not have a fixed religious leader. Bishops often develop their own power and practice their own understanding of the Great Cult. Therefore, few things can bring them together unless it is a matter of their survival.

"There have been quite a few spies along the coastline lately. Does anyone have any leads?"

Not the leader of the group, a deep-sea bishop asked his gathered companions tentatively, his gaze lingering on a hunched figure wrapped in a dark blue-black robe.

Quintus, who was being watched, snorted coldly. He hadn't intended to waste his breath on explaining himself, but the gazes of everyone around him were fixed on him, forcing him to speak up:

Why are you all staring at me? Do I look like that kind of stupid guy?

"Yes, it does." A gentle and cheerful male voice nodded.

"Oulus!" Quintus raised his voice and roared angrily.

A woman standing to the side, wearing a small bowler hat that, though flatter than a man's, exuded all the intellectual charm of a woman, sighed and stopped Quintus from rushing forward, giving Aulus a warning look at him:

"Don't provoke our compatriots. It's a pointless internal conflict."

After saying that, she looked at Quintus and asked seriously:

“Quintus, you know that Aurus’s concerns are not unfounded. Your research is the most radical and has caused the most stir. If the court takes notice, it is not impossible that it will cause some unnecessary trouble.”

Upon hearing this, Quintus's aged and somewhat distorted face under his hood trembled slightly before he replied in an unfriendly tone, "Amaya! I can assure you the problem isn't with me."

"To be honest, instead of catching the mole here, we should think about what to do next. Should we, like before, suspend operations and go into hiding for a while?"

A man who was noticeably taller than the other bishops present, with a scorpion-shaped sea monster perched on his shoulder, tapped his scepter and gave a brief reminder.

This is a common tactic used by the Deep Sea Cultists. Apart from the Deep Sea Bishops, the vast majority of Deep Sea Cultists are ordinary Agor Islanders or refugees on the verge of survival in the ruined coastal cities, abandoned by the authorities. Whenever needed, they can simply take off their clothes, pack up their belongings related to the Deep Sea Church, and instantly become ordinary Iberians. As long as the bishops blend in among them, even the Inquisition will find it difficult to detect the problem—they can't possibly use lanterns to examine everyone.

They had evaded countless investigations and surveillance in the past in this way. Iberia had long been at its last gasp. This dying behemoth could be easily taken down by them by slowly chipping away at its health.

But this time, Aurus shook his head:

“I’m afraid that won’t work. This time, the spies are different from the past. They’re not from the Inquisition or the Punishment Army; they’re from other countries.”

“Other countries?” Quintus grunted. “Why would other countries notice Iberia? It’s because of you, Oulus.”

The Deep Sea Bishops have always shared their research with each other, and it is well known that Aulus has been researching the possibility of converting other species on Earth into Sealings. Therefore, he is also one of the Deep Sea Bishops most likely to provoke other nations on Earth—his recent experimental subjects include Liberi, Kuranta, and Felin.

“It has nothing to do with me.” Aulus smiled and shook his head, maintaining those squinty eyes that made Quintus feel disgusted. “It was the Letanians who were investigating us. Only their spies were so unique, disguising themselves as wandering musicians in the ruined city and playing fine classical music.”

“It fits my stereotype of those pedantic nobles perfectly.” The tall Bishop Jiechao chuckled, stroking the scorpion-shaped terror fish on his shoulder, but his expression gradually turned serious from his previous relaxed demeanor.

Leitania is a sufficiently powerful core state; unlike Iberia, their government has the power to control the entire territory. If they become wary of the Deep Sea Church, it could indeed cause them considerable trouble.

“Why not just blow them up!” Quintus sneered. “Infiltrating Iberia bit by bit is far too slow; it’s time to be more direct. With a large number of our compatriots, our strength might not be inferior to the Inquisition. Then, we will be the legitimate government of Iberia!”

"And then it will attract the siege of all the kingdoms of the land?" Even Amaya couldn't help but retort. She seriously doubted whether Quintus had ruined his brain with his research; he hadn't seemed this stupid before.

Quintus just curled his lip in disdain.

Of course, he wouldn't tell his compatriots that he had successfully reached an agreement with an Agor governor. If he helped her find the lost team members and send them home, she could work with him from within Agor to take over the underwater cities that were still struggling.

With Agor's technological prowess and the learning ability of his large army, they will quickly build a perfect army and sweep across the world. Let Laetania and Victoria? In three months, they'll be gone!

Ignoring Quintus, who seemed to have thought of something and was smugly pleased with himself, Aulus looked at Amaya and asked, "What does Amaya think?"

"I also have the identity of a folklorist, and I plan to go to Letania to take a look."

Amaya Road,

"I will send messages regularly. If things don't look right, I will send a signal. Then, it will be up to you whether to dive into the ocean immediately or try to guide the [Sea God] in advance."

Volume 1: Chapter 268 Come with Me to the Hotel to Learn Magic

Kazimir, the Knights Guild.

When Roy stepped into the Knights Guild, the air in the entire hall seemed to fall silent for a second.

The receptionist behind the semi-circular counter froze in place. The new knight, who was going through the registration process, turned around in confusion, his expression changing from puzzled to blank. The sunglasses-wearing bodyguard standing at the door of the lounge opened his mouth wide, and the cigarette he was holding fell to the ground, leaving a long trail of smoke.

This bizarre scene made Roy wave his hand somewhat embarrassedly, and he walked towards the counter, whispering:

"I'm looking for Viviana, the Candle Knight."

"Miss Candle Knight is in VIP Lounge Number Three!"

The receptionist suddenly straightened up, speaking at a pace comparable to that of a firefighter from a certain Longmen Fire Station.

Logically speaking, a VIP like the Candle Knight should have her identity protected; the Knights' Association wouldn't reveal her location or whereabouts, much less tell anyone which lounge she was in. But Roy seemed to be an exception. Hearing his words, the receptionist was practically ready to expose everyone in lounges one through five.

Although he felt a little embarrassed, it did save Roy a lot of trouble. He smiled at the receptionist, nodded politely, and turned to walk towards the VIP lounge.

The security guard standing at the door saw Roy approaching, stared blankly at him, unsure whether to raise his hand or lower it, completely unsure whether to stop him.

Roy walked up to them and asked, "Is the Candle Knight here?"

"Ah... um... no, not... but it is."

The bodyguard answered somewhat incoherently, when his colleague suddenly slapped him, pulled him behind him, stepped forward, and asked with an incredulous expression:

"Um...you are Lord Heng, right?"

“My lord, there’s no need for that.” Roy shook his head helplessly.

He anticipated that his appearance at the Knights Guild would likely cause this kind of scene, but he certainly didn't expect the reaction to be so intense.

Upon seeing that Roy did not deny it, the bodyguard in front of him almost stopped breathing for several seconds before belatedly taking out a pen, taking off his coat, and excitedly saying:

"Can I get your autograph?"

"Uh... sure, but could you let me in first?"

The bodyguard's expression stiffened, as if he hesitated, but he ultimately stepped aside and said, "Please."

Roy raised his hand and knocked on the door. Viviana's gentle voice came through the call window: "Come in."

Roy pushed the door open and gently closed it. Just a second before the door was completely shut, a series of deafening screams came from outside.

A delighted Viviana was about to greet Roy when she was startled by a noise outside the door. She paused, then asked, "What's going on outside? What happened?"

"It's nothing." Roy waved his hand and greeted first, "Long time no see, Viviana."

Upon hearing this, Viviana put away her worried expression, stepped forward, and, ignoring Roy's surprise, opened her arms and gave him a big hug. After letting go, she nodded with a slightly flushed face and said, "It has indeed been a long time, Mr. Roy."

"Although that's what you say, I've been hearing your legends all this time. Whether it's the bounty hunter group in the Equal Wilderness, defeating the invading army of Ursus, rescuing Her Majesty the Queen and the Elector in Letania, and after returning, facilitating the decision to convert the abandoned land into the acquisition of Plot Zero. Any one of these things is remarkable. To be able to accomplish so much by one person is remarkable, truly remarkable."

Roy opened his mouth, then subconsciously said modestly, "Well, it's just that I ran into some trouble."

"Are you feeling very tired?" Viviana suddenly asked.

Roy paused, remained silent for a moment, and then shook his head: "It's alright. It's like starting a brand new life, much more exciting than before."

This is a completely true statement, only slightly different from Viviana's understanding of its meaning.

She simply leaned forward, gently pressed Roy's head down, forcing him to bury his face in her chest, and whispered, "This doesn't seem like something an assassin would do."

"...You know?" Roy's voice sounded somewhat surprised.

Viviana nodded: "Miss Monique and I are friends. We often talked about you while you were away. More or less, I could still notice her and your identities."

"Moreover, the current investor of the Sanhua Knights is Originium Cloud, so in a way, we are colleagues."

Viviana smiled and quipped, "Speaking of which, when I confirmed your identity with that lady Selena, whom you call Lord 'Mystic Iron,' I was indeed surprised and saddened for quite a while. I kept wondering, was Mr. Roy's initial target who approached me to assassinate me?"

"No, my mission was surveillance. It was a routine mission; the Unarmored Alliance keeps a watchful eye on all the well-known gladiators in Kazimierz."

"Roy argued," Viviana replied noncommittally, then asked with a slight smile.

"So you've come to 'befriend' me? Surveillance is one thing, but for a Grandmaster to befriend the one being monitored, or for a Knight Killer to befriend a gladiator, is that really necessary?"

Roy was momentarily at a loss for words. Viviana was right; surveillance was a mission, making friends was surveillance, and even setting up binoculars on the opposite rooftop to spy was surveillance. If it were simply about completing a mission, Roy could have saved time and effort by not actively approaching Viviana.

But how could he answer? He couldn't very well say, "I know you're a good person and very beautiful, which really appeals to me, so I 'compromised' a little, right?"

Seeing Roy speechless, Viviana seemed quite pleased and couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Well, I'm actually very happy that Mr. Roy came to meet me. It's just like in those fairy tales."

Roy knew that Viviana loved literature—poetry, novels, essays—she enjoyed every kind of literary work. But he didn't know what fairy tale she was talking about.

But Viviana quickly uttered the image in her mind in a low, murmuring voice: "The kind of story where an assassin falls in love with his target and decides to protect her for life."

"May I ask, Miss Viviana, from which story did you learn to hold me in this lap-pillow position? It couldn't be from The Chronicles of the Knights of Eternity...?"