I take the witch with me to conquer the world

Daphne hesitated, then she looked at these trial knights, and after a moment of silence she said: "You take people to surround all the properties under the name of the Lancis family, and I will take Mr. Wade to see His Majesty the Pope!"

"Yes!" The Judgment Knights responded in unison, and then left in groups of two without asking about the location of the properties.

Seeing this, Wade chuckled. Sure enough, most of the information about the nobles was already under the control of the church. That's right, they are just nobles who gained power by relying on their glory. As dogs, how can they resist their masters?

I really hope that the four of you haven't realized that this is a road of death and no life. Vader thought evilly, he was dissatisfied with the actions of the other four companies who had joined forces to kick him out. At the same time, he also swore that if he could survive this time, he would drag the other four into the River Styx one by one.

Thinking back on his actions, Wade sneered inwardly.

Thinking back to the past, Vader looked down on those humans who were aroused by some radical words and became moths in the fire. And now that I think about it, the words of the war noble of the St Empire were inspiring. So how could I and others be fooled by those people? It's just that I left a little early.

Alan and Sturt are different. After feeling this way, Wade calmed down and followed Daphne without any unnecessary movements.

When he walked out of the villa, the heavy rain soaked Wade's luxurious clothes. The biting cold deprived him of the warmth, making Wade look extremely embarrassed. With his slightly rickety body, he looked like a miserable dog.

Daphne glanced at him coldly, and the magic power on her body extended to protect him. She didn't want this unscrupulous guy to have problems directly due to the heavy rain. Then she cast a magic spell, and Vader's wet clothes instantly became refreshing.

"Thank you."

The two came to a white horse. Wade's lips twitched and he subconsciously asked: "Knight Commander Daphne, is this the only horse?"

I thought Daphne would consider the issues between men and women, but I didn't expect Daphne to raise her eyebrows and say in a cold voice: "You want to run away?"

Oh, okay, Vader had no choice but to ride on the same horse with Daphne.

Not long after, the two came to St. Al's Cathedral. Wade looked at the outline of the church under the moonlight and couldn't help but take a deep breath. Whether you can survive or not depends on your next actions.

Thinking of this, Wade sighed. Not long ago, he was the aloof Duke of Francis. In just a short while, he became a humble prisoner.

Really everything is unpredictable.

"Hurry up, His Majesty the Pope is waiting for you inside." Daphne urged unceremoniously.

Walking out of the steps, Wade felt for the first time that there were so many steps in St. Al's Cathedral.

After walking through the square and arriving at the church door, under the escort of Daphne, Wade quickly entered the church, walked through the corridor, and came to the interior of the church hall.

Arriving at the front of the hall, Wade once again saw the majestic Pope and the two young women standing beside her.

With white hair and blue eyes, this must be Miss Angelica, the witch in the first generation of War Crown. Wade thought this, and then looked at the other woman.

"Good evening, Your Majesty the Pope, Your Majesty the Holy Virgin, and the beautiful Miss Angelica." Wade said politely.

Tirea nodded slightly, looked at Vader and said, "Mr. Vader, do you have anything to report?"

Lewan looked at the middle-aged man who was pushed out as a scapegoat with an expressionless face. She did not feel sorry for Mr. Wade.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Pope, I am willing to hand over everything about the Francis family to the church, and I am willing to come forward and admit everything." Wade said carefully. He didn't know what kind of deal the four families had made with the church, so He can only slowly realize his own value.

Tireia looked at Vader casually and said softly: "Not enough."

Sure enough? Then Wade hurriedly spoke: "Your Majesty, please leave me here. After dealing with the other four, I am willing to help the church manage all the nobles."

Hearing this, Tirea chuckled, "Mr. Wade, do you still remember the oaths you swore when the five dukes were awarded the title?"

Wade's eyes widened slightly, and he forced a smile: "Of course, remember, we will lead all nobles for glory. While we enjoy rights, we also shoulder a mountain of heavy responsibilities..."

"Then have you done it?" Tirea interrupted Vader's words and said lightly, her expression no longer as kind as before.

"Your ancestors have followed the great Goddess of Glory since the ancient times of the gods. They have made great military exploits for the goddess and were awarded titles of nobility. At that time, the goddess ordered your ancestors to protect the people of Glory and guard the territory of Glory. But. What now?" Tirea spoke very quickly, and after saying this, her eyes stared at Vader, putting great pressure on him.

Tirea did not say the following words, but Vader understood that his body became more stooped and cold sweat covered his face.

"Based on this, do you still think that you group of nobles who have forgotten their origins can still survive in Alan?" Tireia continued. As she said before, if the current empire did not need nobles, she would have been the pope when she became the pope. Send these greedy nobles to the Court of Justice.

Wade smiled bitterly, lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Pope, I deserve death, but please don't implicate my lover and children. For their sake, I am willing to tell Your Majesty everything I know."

……

Luke's Kingdom, Montrier, Fang Sheng was walking on the streets, preparing to go to the large library of the Church of Knowledge. After all, this was a virtual blue screen prompt, and he might be able to encounter something useful if he went there.

Fang Sheng let out a soft "Eh" and looked at a small stall on the roadside. The stall sold a variety of products, including hand-carved wood carvings, dusty crystal balls, and some dilapidated items. books. The owner of the stall is a young man with a leisurely face and strange blue eyes.

"Sir, do you want to come and take a look?" The young man's soft voice sounded, with a smile on his face, but Fang Sheng felt a chill creep up his spine.

"No, thank you." Fang Sheng said seriously, and then walked towards the Knowledge Church, walking very quickly, for fear that this weird young man would catch up.

The young man smiled, closed the stall leisurely and left. His goal had been achieved.

After just one meeting, the weak threads of fate intertwined and weaved a fragile web.