The bishop is unfathomable.

A loud bang, a pillar of fire, and a death notice instantly plunged Beldor, who had only been quiet for a few days, back into gloom.

Even the vegetable vendors on the street noticed the tense atmosphere in the city this time.

After all, there are inspectors patrolling the streets, and there are also those who patrol but are at odds with the inspectors, and have even almost come to blows several times.

It was clear to everyone that a conflict had arisen between the oversight department and the city council.

Many locals believe that the evil imperialists are using this as an excuse to forcibly revoke and cancel Beldor's autonomy.

Tension and panic mingled with rumors of collusion between the parliament and the cult, the secrets behind the banning of books, and the escape of the cult bishop.

Many messages that had been suppressed by some force were instantly spread at this moment.

Inside the hotel where Albert was staying, Boca and Carl were talking with Albert.

"The Canamagos Grail? Do you think the purpose of the Tantric clergy and the council is to fill this ancient ritual vessel?"

"Hmm... is there any record of the setup for the previous divine descent ceremony?"

Boca nodded, then took out a document: "After destroying the core of the ritual, Mr. Varg, out of suspicion, specifically had his entourage take photos."

Carl smiled. "No wonder you value him so highly, Professor. Perhaps he already noticed something was wrong back then. Without his insistence, we might not even have these pictures left."

"Hmm... that guy is indeed reliable, at least he's never made a mistake in getting things done." Albert replied, not thinking much of it after Levi's prior warning.

After all, he had always entrusted the task of hiring people to do the work to Li Wei, and Li Wei had always been able to complete the tasks he assigned.

Although the kid was stammering when he spoke, he must be hiding something from me, but since he has completed all the commissions and is willing to help the Bureau of Supervision resolve the incident, he is not someone I need to worry about.

The shrewd man knew very well that the world was never black and white, especially the ritual masters who could be hired; if you really looked into it, none of them were clean.

Seeing Albert's reaction and answer, Carl and Boca completely dispelled their doubts about Wag's identity.

The two exchanged a knowing glance and then waited silently for Albert to look at the document and give his answer.

Five minutes later, Albert frowned and placed a stack of photos on the table.

"What an exquisite setup. No wonder Varg thought it was just a divine descent ritual in the end."

"Isn't this a divine descent ritual?" Boca asked. "Then what kind of ritual is this?"

Albert thought for a moment about how to explain, and slowly began to use an analogy: "Let me give you an example."

"The key to the success of a divine descent ritual is a divine response."

"The ritual itself is like making a phone call to the gods. And the lives consumed by the ritual are the electricity used to make that call."

"Whether the gods answer your call or not, and whether they reply or not, the electricity will definitely be used up."

"But the route for this ceremony was modified."

"The ritual itself will still involve making a phone call, but the person answering the call is not a deity, but... another individual."

"It could be a person, but it's highly unlikely. Such a massive ritual involving the entire city is beyond human capacity. It would be overwhelmed by the influx of psionic energy in an instant."

"Given this, your speculation is highly likely."

Albert frowned as he spoke: "To extract life force and then infuse it into other people... is it an attempt to achieve immortality?"

"Ha, no matter where the rulers are, in the end they cannot escape the pursuit of immortality."

After saying that, Albert looked at Carl and Boca: "I've heard about Agnar's escape."

"But to locate him, we don't actually need his body parts."

"He couldn't possibly not carry something as important as the Grail of Canamagos with him at all times."

"We can simply divine the whereabouts of this thing."

Boca's face immediately lit up with a smile: "Oh, it's you we all know! How come we didn't think of that!"

Karl smiled. "Thank you, Professor. If this operation concludes successfully, I will report the facts to the Inspectorate. I believe Her Majesty the Queen will be very pleased."

"It's nothing, just remember to give me a reimbursement receipt; the ceremony materials are quite expensive."

"Furthermore, do you still believe that the bombing of the research institute was the work of that West Wind Witch?"

Faced with Albert's question, Carl looked troubled, then gave a wry smile: "You know. The Royal Military Police are just enforcers. All we need to know is who to arrest. The truth is not important to us."

"Hehe, relax. I was just asking casually. Just take it as the harmless curiosity of a retiring old man."

After Albert finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it. Soon the entire room began to expand, and the space was like a band, expanding as conductor Albert waved his arm.

In just a few seconds, the room, which was originally no more than 20 square meters, suddenly became a huge space the size of the Beltorion Parliament Hall.

Carl and Boca were both somewhat at a loss, so Albert explained, "It took me most of the day to set up this place."

"In the event of a sudden encounter or assassination attempt, I am no different from an ordinary person."

"But as long as I have enough time to set up the ceremony... Enough said, you two, come and help me out."

The three of them busied themselves helping Albert set up the ceremony venue.

As for the materials needed for the ceremony, Albert had brought them with him in his suitcase from the beginning, and some of them were purchased by him and Levi before checking into the hotel.

"Yes, Director Boca, take this silver pot and fill it with water, about half full."

"Mr. Carl, could you please chop the rosemary into small pieces? Grinding it into small pieces is also fine."

Boca quickly fetched water, then, holding the pot, asked, "Professor, this ritual seems a bit different from what I know?"

"Ha, of course it's different. This is an ancient ritual recorded in the Malian manuscripts. It existed even before the establishment of the unified empire."

"It is the method by which our ancient ancestors communicated with the gods of the dream world."

"Okay, now keep quiet."

Albert gestured to Boca to place the pot on the table in the center of the ceremony, and then asked the two to leave the area of ​​the ritual array.

He then walked to the center of the ceremony.

As he silently chanted the incantation, the entire room instantly changed.

The roof and walls vanished instantly, replaced by an endless night sky, a bright moon, and countless stars.

Albert walked up to the silver pot, muttered something, and then sprinkled rosemary shavings into it.

"I beseech the Moon God, the Lord of Night, the Hidden Guardian and the Creator of the Covenant—the Lord of a Thousand Paths—to reveal the truth to me in the mirror."

"God of justice and vengeance, show me where my enemies are."

As the incantation was finished, the cawing of crows suddenly rang out, and the illusory moon phase emitted a silvery-white moonlight.

Then, the rosemary that had been sprinkled on the surface of the silver pot of water, guided by an unknown force, formed several characters.

[A Hidden Gathering Place]

While Albert was still pondering the meaning of those words and secretly criticizing the Raven God's consistent riddle-solving habit, the words dissipated, and even the rosemary crumbs were squeezed to the side of the pot.

Then, a scene appeared on the water's surface.

It was a building with the address number marked at the entrance: 11 Buck Street.

A person with an indistinct face was holding something that glowed green and stood at the door, ringing the doorbell.

Albert's spherical body jolted violently: "Oh no! My student!"