The bishop is unfathomable.

Albert didn't say much, but Levi already understood what the other person meant.

Even the little black cat in her arms stopped trembling; it just slumped down, as if it had received some huge blow.

"Alright, Li Wei, there should be a spare room upstairs. Prepare one for me. I'll go prepare for the ceremony. We still need to capture Agnar first."

"Although the Canamagos Grail has been recovered, we shouldn't waste the opportunity to capture a cult bishop."

Li Wei quickly asked, "What's the use of that Holy Grail?"

"It has great uses. It is one of the few devices in the world that can achieve immortality."

Albert didn't say anything more, and took the lock of hair and the suitcase he had brought with him upstairs.

After watching his mentor go upstairs, Li Wei finally had time to sit on the sofa and chat with his cat maid.

"You seem really upset? Can you tell me why?"

Felicia didn't answer Levi's question, but simply said, "Thank you. You could have easily handed me over just now. For Professor Albert's sake, your matter would definitely have been overlooked, and no one would have pursued it."

"I've said it before, I believe you, just as you believe me." Li Wei didn't explain much, he just rubbed the unexpectedly smooth hair on his back.

"If you keep rubbing me, I'll bite you," Felicia muttered, then muttered to herself, "I thought... as long as I could find the real culprit and the truth, I could go back to my old life."

"But now it seems I was just being too naive."

"You should be familiar with my mentor, right? Li Wei."

Li Wei nodded: "Ms. Durham, the chief alchemist and astrologer of the Royal Society."

"Of course, that's all I know. I'm not very interested in the political struggles at the top."

"However, since this incident resulted in Crown Prince Victor being seriously injured, it is unlikely to be a force that has a long-term direct conflict with Crown Prince Victor, such as Princess Alexia."

"After all, doing this is too conspicuous, and regardless of whether they did it or not, they will inevitably be the prime suspects afterward."

"In my opinion, the one who actually takes action is probably a third party who wants to reap the benefits."

"And they must be powerful figures within the royal family. A grand duke, or even a prince. And the crown prince they support."

"And you, or your teacher, have a very bad relationship with them, and will inevitably hinder some of their actions."

"So they planned this operation."

"You nearly killed Crown Prince Victor, put you on the wanted list, and made the Princess's faction hesitant to act against you, eager to sever ties immediately in order to maintain their image in Her Majesty's eyes."

"After I've eliminated all possibilities, do you have any matches that apply to you?"

After Li Wei's analysis, Felicia felt as if she were listening to gibberish. She shook her head and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"At least as far as I know, my teacher doesn't belong to any faction. If I had to name one, it would be the Alchemists' Guild. She is the honorary chairman and lifetime vice president."

"Moreover, Crown Prince Victor did not go there as planned. He suddenly changed his plans that morning and went there on the spur of the moment. It is almost certain that he was accidentally injured."

"Finally, since you're not in the capital, you might not know this much. Actually, the internal struggles within the royal family aren't that intense. Crown Prince Victor and Her Highness the Princess only have disagreements; they don't actually fight. At most, they exchange a few words, and they often start arguing in the street."

"However, your thinking is still worth considering... They want to use me as a scapegoat to make trouble."

Felicia thought for a moment, then sighed, "If that's the case, I'd better play dead."

"The Royal Military Police are so eager to arrest me that they must want to interrogate me, or at least go through the motions, and then fabricate a statement that they need."

Li Wei felt a little embarrassed after hearing this. Wasn't it a struggle similar to the Nine Princes' Succession Struggle?

But... the Alchemists' Guild? That massive organization that controls all channels for the sale and purchase of alchemical materials, and holds the power to set prices?

Moreover, it is a rare organization in this era that advocates for loosening controls on extraordinary knowledge.

Just as Levi was pondering the potential problems behind it, Albert had already come downstairs.

Li Wei was taken aback: "It's over so quickly?"

"Once the target body tissue is located, there is no need for rituals; a simple procedure is sufficient for positioning."

Albert panted as he descended the stairs, then caught his breath: "Phew...it seems I really do lack exercise."

Li Wei asked, "So where is Agnar now?"

"It is constantly moving, and according to the traces shown in the ritual, it is approaching the direction of the Inspection Bureau."

"Let's go, let's go help out."

"We can't give that guy the chance to reassemble his clones and merge them into one."

……

……

Boca Juniors attracted a lot of attention along the way.

After all, it's hard not to attract attention when the director of the supervisory bureau parades around in broad daylight carrying a man whose fate is unknown and whose arms have been severed.

Fortunately, someone quickly recognized the man whose fate was unknown; he was the esoteric bishop who had escaped from the Inspectorate prison, as mentioned in the morning newspaper.

This, ironically, boosted Boca Juniors' popularity among the public.

The supervisory bureau may have many shortcomings and deficiencies, but when danger comes, this burly director always charges ahead.

They just killed a faceless man a while ago, and now they've taken down a bishop, all without making much of a fuss.

This remarkable achievement has further enhanced Boca Juniors' image in the public eye.

Just as Boca was about to meet the carriage that had come to pick him up, amidst a series of exclamations, Boca immediately turned and kicked the enemy who was trying to sneak up on him away, thus creating distance for himself.

"Unrelated personnel, evacuate immediately! Find the nearest building for shelter!"

Boca shouted, then tossed the Agna clone he was carrying to his subordinates who were waiting in front of the carriage.

He drew his sword and looked at the approaching enemy.

Then he laughed.

"Instead of waiting for us to come knocking, you've come here to die, haven't you?"

Agna gave a sinister laugh, without answering Boca's question.

He now has only one goal: to retrieve his clone.

Although he is disabled, his soul remains intact.

Once he finds his clone and restores himself to full strength through the ritual, he can go and reclaim the Holy Grail from that damned Royal Military Police.

This is the only thing that cannot be delayed.

The Holy Grail is one of the few divinely bestowed ritual implements left behind by the Sons of the Sands.

It was one of the few gifts sent by their gods and apostles before they were completely silenced by the oppression of the radiance.

Losing this item would definitely lead to a purge within his faction, even if he were a fifth-level bishop. People from other factions he had offended would surely take advantage of his misfortune.

He even had to evade capture by the authorities and the Church of Radiance...

Upon realizing this, Agna could no longer restrain himself and immediately launched an attack on Boca.

But he had barely taken a step when he clutched his heart in pain, and his entire movement was restricted.

"How is this possible? A curse?!" Agna shouted in disbelief, his eyes filled with terror.

Boca Juniors, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

Sprint, swing your sword.

A slanted sword cut appeared on Agna's body, cleaving him in two.

However, Agnar did not die; no blood flowed from his cut body, only sand seeped out.

And the severed body was even slowly healing.

Even Agnar's sudden, painful, and rigid state seemed to be coming to an end, his eyes now filled with a scorched-earth hatred.

The Boca Passage is in trouble. If a fourth-level psionicist intends to protect himself, he will immediately blast a hole in the real plane, triggering a malignant large-scale swamp phenomenon in a short period of time.

"Ha, they'll all be buried with me!"

When Agnar realized that he had been cursed by some kind of ritual, he knew that he was doomed.

There's no way we'll get the Holy Grail back.

Since that's the case... we might as well take more people down with us.