Leliel sat on a high-backed chair, facing Cesare. She stared at the young man curiously, "How is it? Are you disappointed after meeting him?" She was very straightforward and got straight to the point, "You are qualified to be my husband."

  They walked out of the banquet held in the Pope's Hall. The people around them seemed to have reached a tacit understanding and left the space on the terrace for the two of them, but followed the figures of the two people with their eyes.

  Cesare took a sip of his wine. "I only care about when you give me the antidote."

  "Oh?" Leliel looked at the man. She touched his chest with her fingers. "You are so afraid of death? But it's not like what I heard."

  Cesare laughed. "Yes, I am afraid of death. Otherwise, why would I agree to marry you?"

  "Isn't it for honor? To save your Elima?" Leliel looked at Cesare with interest. This man was so different from what she had imagined. She thought her marriage partner would be a man who talked about morality and justice, but she didn't expect him to be so interesting.

  "Will you believe it?" Cesare raised his eyebrows. "You no longer have the ability to counterattack Elima. I just need to guarantee this."

  Lelier narrowed his eyes, "Wait till you release Longgor."

  "Oh, Rongoel, that Rongoel." Cesare suddenly remembered him. "Even if he got out of the prison in the Papal Palace, he would be a useless man. You know those bishops, they have many tricks."

  Lelier was asked to bring him back. "If he's alive, I want him back. If he's dead, I want his body back."

  "Okay, I can agree to your request. Another thing, I hope you understand that our marriage is only for political interests." Cesare glanced up and down at the woman. "I will not go to the Dark City, and I believe you will not come to Elima either."

  "Deal." Leliel nodded. "That's exactly what I want, but I want a legitimate child to inherit my throne in the future." She grabbed Cesare's collar. "So you understand, even if you don't want to be married to me, we must show our love to the outside world."

  Cesare curled his lips and pinched the woman's chin, "Of course, I don't mind you cheating on me." He lowered his head and pressed his lips against the queen's.

  The people in the room withdrew their gazes with satisfaction. At least from the perspective of all parties, this transaction had a good ending.

  "Lord Nefer."

  Nephiel heard someone calling in his ear, he quickly opened his eyes, the nightmare-like scene suddenly broke into his mind, he lowered his head and touched himself.

  "Jaru has helped you get dressed, Master Nefer."

  He looked up and saw the woman who was talking to him. He was currently lying in a room that looked very unfamiliar to him.

  Yang Liu sat on the bed and looked at him. Behind her stood the impatient Jia Lu. She didn't want him to follow her, but he said that this was his room and he could stay there wherever he wanted.

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  Nefertui leaned back on the bed. "What exactly are you going to do?" He looked at Yang Liu. "Is this Cesare's instruction?"

  Yang Liu smiled bitterly, "How is that possible." She looked back at Jia Lu, "I have been expelled from the Knights. I was a spy arranged by the Pope to be beside His Highness, but I was exposed, so the Pope arranged me here." She frowned and looked at Nefer with some worry, "Lord Nefer, maybe you can understand that this is actually a place that provides that kind of service for the leaders. I don't know which bishop sent you here, but I wonder if they are doing this to harm Your Highness."

  Nefer heard the man named Jialu snort. He looked at Yang Liu and said, "Aren't you the Pope's man? Why are you still worried about Cesare?"

  "Your Highness has been kind to me." Yang Liu said, "What's more... I feel ashamed of your Highness."

  "They may not mean to harm Cesare." Nefere closed his eyes, "They just want to drag me down." He held his forehead with his hand, "So this is what they meant..." He smiled bitterly, what loyalty to the goddess, so this is what they call faith.

  "Boy, do you think the Pope's Hall and the Seminary are such holy places?" Jia Lu said to Nefer, hugging his arms.

  Nefer looked up at the Somiler man with a hideous scar on his face. He could clearly feel the man's hostility and his possessiveness towards the woman in front of him. Nefer leaned back. He didn't want to have any more intimate contact with Yang Liu.

  "I'm sorry, Lord Nefert, I had no choice," Yang Liu said. "The Pope's Office asked me to do that." She said, "You can just pretend that this never happened." As if she remembered something, she said to Nefert, "I just hope you know that neither the seminary nor the Pope's Office are as noble as you think..."

  Nefert felt that what had happened in recent days had caused all the beliefs he had built up since childhood to collapse. He was very angry, but he didn't know how to vent his anger.

  Bishop Duarte asked him if he was willing, and he said yes without hesitation. However, he had no idea what that willingness meant...

  "I should leave now," Nefert said calmly.

  Jia Lu folded his arms and carefully examined the moody man. He suddenly grabbed the man's arm and said, "My name is Jia Lu. Remember, maybe you will need me in the future."

  Nefer looked up at him, "What do you mean?"

  Jalu grinned, "You're different from them."

  "Jia Lu?" Yang Liu stood up and stood beside Jia Lu and looked at him, but the man said nothing.

  When Lailiel saw Longgor, she could hardly believe that the weak and pale man was the first warrior of their dragon clan.

  His condition was very bad and he was carried out by others. It was obvious that his legs were broken by someone and his body was very weak.

  Leliel quickly walked up to Rongol and grabbed his hand, "Rongol, Rongol!"

  "Lelil?" He opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the woman in the bright yellow dress. Why was she here? !

  "Longol, Longol, it's me." Lailier reached out and picked him up, "I'm here to take you back to Dark Whisper City. Bayin is waiting for you. Hang on, Bayin is waiting for you."

  Longgor chuckled, "Is the war over?" He hung his hands dejectedly, "We lost, right?" He had been locked up in the dark dungeon for too long, and the dark and damp air sucked away every bit of energy in his body.

  Leliel whispered softly in his ear, "No, Rongor, stay alive, we will avenge you and those warriors—"

  Longgor shook his head. He had personally experienced that war, and he knew too well what strength the dragon race had left at the moment. Even if he wanted to take revenge, he had no power. That powerlessness was like a blunt knife, cutting him every day.

  Lelier turned around and looked at Cesare, "Don't forget what we agreed to do."

  Cesare spread his hands, "You too."

  Lelier took off a ring and threw it into Cesare's hand.

  Cesare pushed open the gem on the ring and saw some powdery substance inside.

  "Find that guy named Nefer. He should know how to use it." Lelier said, "The wedding will be held in a month."

  Cesare nodded. "Elima's messenger will deliver the wedding details to you later."

  However, he saw the woman had the dragon settled and called her dragon. She rode on the dragon, as if she didn't want to stay any longer, and the team behind her, carrying the dragon, flew north with her.

  "She's gone?"

  Bergoli IV looked at Cesare and asked.

  "Yes," Cesare replied.

  "What do you think?" asked the Pope.

  "She needs a child, and she needs Elima," Cesare said.

  "You will let her give birth to a child with Elima's blood, right?" The Pope suddenly asked Cesare.

  And his son could only nod, "Yes, Your Holiness."

  "In this way, the future of the Secret Whisper City will also belong to us, Elima." The Pope said with a smile, "This is great."

  Cesare remained silent.

  ——That was the Pope's imagination, but it was never his.