The appearance of the Archbishop startled the Bishop. He immediately ceased his actions and looked at his superior with question.
“Bishop Zoya, there’s something I would like to ask this boy. Would you mind leaving us alone?” the Archbishop’s eyed landed on Brendel as he talked to his colleague.
The old Bishop was still hesitant, but in the end, he bowed to Archbishop Wood, “Of course, it’s as you wish, Lord Archbishop.” He looked at Brendel, and then at his superior’s expression, and knew that there was a secret between them. But that did not concern him, and he could only leave the room with his curiosity.
The Archbishop looked at Brendel, and the latter felt the glaring eyes that landed on him.This is bad. He’s the Anderla Cathedral’s Archbishop, I don’t think he would just come and invite me for an afternoon tea.
“I heard that you’re called Brendel?” The Archbishop, who was above all masses in Aouine, spoke.
Brendel’s eyebrow twitched. He raised his head and looked at the Archbishop with a dubious face, “Huh?”
“I see. You’re alert and your act is wonderful. But Tuman had already told me about you. Didn’t he tell you about his relationship with me?” The stern man suddenly gave a smile, And he shook his head. Brendel was wary, but to the old man who already knew everything about him, his act seemed really comical.
Brendel, on the other hand, was petrified by Wood’s words.Shit! How can I forget that the Archbishop of Aouine had already known Tuman since their time in Kirrlutz? Even after Tuman went into hiding, their relationship remained and they had constantly exchanged letters.
Brendel was surprised at how Tuman treated himself. Although they met back during the Loop of Winds, and that William and Tuman had a good impression of him, they just remained as acquaintances.Damn, I just asked for a letter of introduction! This is so unexpected of Tuman to call up his friend in Ampere Seale to help me out.
It would be an easy thing to do with just sending in the letter, but as for calling up his friend to help me? That would just be too nice of him. With Tuman’s position in Aouine, I don’t see just why would he bother to help a small power like me?
Before Brendel could figure out the relationship between them, Wood had already figured out the question in his mind, “Don’t think too much about it. My old friend really likes you. It was the first time he looked that enthusiastic since he left this country.”
“Do you know what he told me?” He continued.
Brendel did not, obviously, but he was curious as to why the master of the mysterious owner of the secretive Silver Alliance would help him out. He looked at the Archbishop before him, and shook his head, “I don’t know, Archbishop.”
It was Wood’s turn to be surprised this time. “Young man, since you already know my identity, do you think that I, as a representative of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, would let a rebel like you go
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