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Half an hour later, Weilin heard footsteps approaching and knew that the person he wanted to see was coming.

The two red-armored knights walking in the front pushed the door open, then stepped aside, bowed their heads, and respectfully entered the room.

The third prince Felice stood at the gate, straightened his collar, stepped through the gate and walked inside.

At the same time, Weilin stood up and looked at the third prince who was walking towards him. He was majestic and handsome, but the slap mark on his face was particularly prominent.

Felice saw the astonishment on the faces of several people, but he was not embarrassed at all. He smiled and made a gesture of invitation, saying to the three people: "Hello, Earl Weilin."

Weilin responded politely, "Good afternoon, Your Highness the Third Prince."

Seeing this, Xuemia and Kyle bowed and saluted to show their respect.

Felice bowed slightly in return, then came to the low table, felt the temperature of the teapot with his hand, and felt a chill. He then instructed the low-level gold warrior beside him, "Bastin, go and change some tea for the distinguished guest."

"Yes, my lord."

The low-level gold warrior answered loudly with a hint of joy in his tone, then turned around and walked quickly out of the hall.

Then, several people sat down.

Looking at Weilin who was standing opposite him, Felice apologized, "Count Weilin, I was delayed by something and made you wait for so long. Please forgive me."

"It doesn't hurt to wait for a while. After all, our unplanned visit would be considered as disturbing your work." Upon hearing this, Weilin responded with a smile.

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Felice got straight to the point and said, "Count Weilin, I wonder why you are visiting me this time?"

"Your Highness, I am here for Viscount Claver."

The moment he stated his purpose, Weilin secretly observed Felice's expression, trying to get a glimpse of his true thoughts.

"Viscount Claver!" Felice was somewhat relieved and said, "I didn't expect you to come here for him. It's a bit surprising."

Seeing that there was no hatred or cruelty in the eyes of the Third Prince, and that he even looked relieved, made him feel puzzled. However, since that was the case, Weilin no longer concealed it and said, "Your Highness, I will not hide it from you. When it came to the heir to the throne, with your intelligence ability, you have already received the news."

"You're right. I know everything." Felice said with some melancholy, "Since there is no chance of the throne, there is no need to fight."

"If he wants to leave, then let him leave. I won't seek revenge. After all, he has done a lot for me."

"Forehead--"

After hearing Felice's blunt words, Weilin didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Hahaha, Count Weilin, I'm sure you must have prepared a lot of words to speak when you come to see me." Seeing Weilin's somewhat confused expression, the third prince Felix laughed.

Under Felice's gaze, Weilin nodded slightly and said, "It is indeed as you said. I did think a lot before I came to visit you. The only thing I didn't expect was that Your Highness would be so frank."

"That's frank, but I've let it go now." Felice showed a relaxed look on his face. "By the way, you came to visit me this time and helped me."

"help you?"

Weilin's face was full of confusion, he didn't remember any dealings he had with the third prince.

"Lord Weilin, I have something else to do, so I won't keep you here any longer."

"Forehead--"

"Your Highness, Third Prince, I will take my leave now."

In a daze, Weilin bid farewell to the third prince Felice and left the Bayenal Palace.

"Kyle, did you do something?"

Hearing the master's words, Kyle shook his head and said, "Master, I have been with you these past few days and have not gone anywhere."

"If it wasn't you, who would have helped me?" Weilin muttered to himself.

Seeing this, Xuemiya reminded him, "Weilin, is it possible that multiple coincidences led to an inevitable result?"

"Maybe."

I can’t figure it out, so I just stop thinking about it.

Weilin held Xuemiya's hand and said, "I haven't been to the capital for so many years. Today I will accompany you for a good stroll."

"My Lord, Madam, I will go back first."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Weilin to respond, Kyle disappeared in front of the two of them.

Over the next few days, Weilin wandered around the capital until Kyle informed him that a high-level meeting of the expeditionary force was about to be held, and then he returned to the Palano camp with Shemya.

……

On the morning of November 9772, 11 in the Glorious Calendar, in the central camp of the Paliano Camp, Weilin took Xuemia and Kyle to attend a meeting.

All Soul-level professionals will attend this high-level meeting. As for Gold-level professionals, the top 500 will be eligible to attend the high-level meeting based on a comprehensive score based on their strength and background.

The high-level meeting was chaired by the Archbishop of the Church of Life, the legendary high-ranking pastor, His Excellency Saint Albert Tasman.

Saint Anastasia of the Church of Life attended the meeting, while the royal family was represented by the legendary mid-level knight Caesarmiller Silvestre.

As for the seven dukes, no one attended the high-level meeting of the expeditionary force.

Entering the central tent, a path of light appeared under your feet.

"We'll meet at the entrance after the meeting."

Upon hearing this, Xuemia and Kyle nodded, then followed the exclusive light path to their seats and sat down.

Seeing this, Weilin followed the light path under his feet and walked forward.

Occasionally, when he met a familiar noble, Weilin would stop to chat with him, and before he knew it, he was in the first row.

Counting from left to right, my name is written on the sixth seat.

"I've worked so hard for so long, and I finally made it to the front row."

With a self-deprecating laugh, Weilin sat down on the chair.

As time passed, the seats in the first row were slowly filled.

On the left is a high-level soul life priest.

On the right side is a high-level soul judge knight.

As for the one behind, he is also a Soul-Mind professional from the Church of Life, but his face is a little old, and he should be an ascetic monk.

"I am considered to have been taken care of by the clergy of the Church of Life." Weilin withdrew his gaze and suddenly this sentence popped up in his mind.

As the bell rang, the chair slowly rose and stopped at a height of ten meters.

Three legendary figures appeared on the chairman's seat, from left to right, they were Saint Anastasia, the legendary high-level priest Saint Albert Tasman, and the legendary mid-level knight Caesarmiller Silves.

"Now, I declare that the first high-level meeting of the expeditionary force will officially begin in order to fight against the Black Orcs, aid the Dawn Church, and maintain the glory of the Order camp."

As the legendary high-ranking priest Saint Albert Tasman finished speaking, everyone put away their distracting thoughts and focused their attention on Albert.