The bishop is unfathomable.

Inside the Director's Office of the Supervision Bureau.

It's the familiar trio again, but this time, in addition to the trio, there's also Vag, who was specially invited.

He was sitting side by side with his younger brother, an acquaintance who was the inspector general, and they were talking in hushed tones.

Sitting next to the two was Deputy Director Reed, who was reviewing official documents with his head down.

In front of these three men was Boca, who was carefully reading a letter.

Five minutes earlier, Boca had rushed back from outside and summoned the second and third-in-commands of the police station, as well as special advisor Wag, to his office.

Five minutes have passed, and Boca hasn't said a single word.

"What's going on? Has your chief always been like this?" Wag asked in a low voice.

Blake, however, seemed quite used to it, picking up the day's newspaper from Boca's desk and reading it: "It's nothing, I'm just reading something. Wait until the director finishes reading."

Wag remained silent, but seeing that neither Blake nor the deputy director spoke, he didn't know what to say either.

He had only come to the police station to help compile teaching materials, as planned.

This job isn't difficult; you can even learn a few rituals from the ritual book that the bishop managed to get his hands on—it's a real cushy job.

He never expected that he would be pulled into the meeting.

This was indeed somewhat unexpected for him.

He knew he was valued, but he clearly didn't realize how much he was valued, or even trusted.

After three minutes of silence, the office door was pushed open, and two royal gendarmes, Karl and Leon, walked into the office and then sat down naturally on the sofa.

Once everyone had arrived, Boca put down the letter in his hand, looked at the assembled crowd, and said, "I apologize for disturbing you all."

"There is something extremely important I need to inform you."

"Just now, Mr. Levi sent a handwritten letter from his mentor Albert via his familiar."

"The words in the letter were almost terrifying."

"It is said that Agnar was a fifth-level psionicist who used a ritual to cut himself, creating two fourth-level Agnars."

"We only caught one of them."

"Well, let's discuss this, everyone. My mind isn't working too well."

Wag was immediately shocked when he heard this.

He had heard of Albert's name.

Rather, it's hard to avoid the name Albert once you've ever read books on ritual studies.

He knew that this was a master with extensive knowledge, high prestige, and superb ritual skills.

However, in Wag's subconscious, perhaps because Albert was not a superhuman, he always looked down on him.

But now, that disdain has completely disappeared.

As a mid-level cultist, it's not surprising that he knew the true strength of a big figure like Agnar.

Even so, he didn't know Agnar's methods or how he had voluntarily reduced his own strength.

However, Albert saw through this secret by reading a newspaper article.

Terrifying...

After hearing the news, Reed frowned and began to think.

He didn't answer immediately, but was pondering something—what was the true purpose of the Son of Dust?

This was a question raised by Vag after he destroyed the core of the ritual.

Blake, as if struck by a sudden thought, turned to look at the dazed Varg: "Master Varg, I just remembered something..."

"Does the Sons of the Sand faction possess any ritual items that have survived from the era of the Cult of Death?"

Wag, prompted by Blake's question, realized what was happening: "You mean... they plan to use some kind of ritual to activate those ritual items?"

The conversation between the two quickly caught Karl's attention, and the old military policeman, who came from the royal family, instantly sharpened his eyes.

Clearly, he knew the true nature of the ritual objects that Blake and Wag were referring to.

He abruptly stood up, strode over to the two men, and asked with great seriousness, "Is this conjecture reliable?"

Varg didn't rush to answer, but instead recalled the process of destroying the ritual: "I can't guarantee it. The only thing I can be sure of right now is that the Divine Descent Ritual was indeed one of the Children of Dust's plans, but it wasn't the only plan."

"It's very likely that they arranged the divine descent ritual with the mindset that success would be best, but failure would not be a loss."

"But their true purpose may not be that."

"Therefore, once the core of consciousness is discovered, they will not put up any resistance. Even Agnar used this plan to get his clone into a safe zone."

"Sacrificing the pawn to save the king. Everything they did irrationally was just to cover up their real purpose."

Carl frowned, recalling some unpleasant memories, including a tragedy that had once occurred.

Boca, noticing Karl's unusual behavior and his remarks, roughly guessed why Karl was so nervous.

"The Grail of Canamagos... Could they be trying to activate it?"

"If that's really the case, then it's not surprising that those insects in the council would cooperate with them."

Reed was somewhat incredulous and couldn't help but ask, "Is it that legendary evil entity that can quantify, exchange, and infuse the concept of life?!"

"That legendary forbidden artifact that can grant immortality?!"

Boca did not answer, but simply stood up from his seat, his knife already drawn.

"What are you going to do?" Carl frowned as he looked at Boca.

Boca laughed: "Professor Albert instructed that if we reach an agreement, or if we have some ideas for finding clues..."

"Then he will help."

"Use his ritual knowledge."

"The prerequisite is that we need to provide some of Agna's body tissue as ritual material."

"He can directly locate the position of his clone."

After saying that, he picked up the handwritten letter on the table and handed it to Karl: "The professor also said..."

"With the expo about to begin, all potential threats and destabilizing factors should be promptly eliminated and controlled."

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Felicia looked at the notebook in Levi's hand and asked incredulously, "That Professor Albert... really just handed over this kind of ritual to you so easily?"

"And the teaching was so detailed, it almost went into detail about your breathing rhythm during the ritual."

Li Wei laughed: "Yeah, I was quite surprised too. This time it wasn't a joke or a stand-up, but for real."

As he spoke, Li Wei turned around and glanced at the hotel behind him.

The white exterior of this upscale hotel in the heart of Beldor shone with a golden glow in the twilight.

"And this old man doesn't lie."

"He won't just sit idly by and watch a crisis unfold; he'll simply provide information and tips."

"I just don't know if those people will be desperate and choose to attack him."

Felicia couldn't help but laugh when she heard this, as she had clearly seen how many hidden rituals and triggering ceremonies had been set up within the hotel grounds.

If someone really wants to make a move, then we can watch the show.