The summer nights in Elima are particularly nice, cool and windless. A full moon hangs high in the sky, and not far away is the main square, which is already bustling with people.

  As expected of a silver pigeon, her charming figure alone attracted the attention of young men. Qu Fuer, who followed behind her, felt no pressure at all. She breathed in the fragrance of flowers in the air, perhaps it would make her feel better. She had never worn a skirt before, and at first she felt uncomfortable. After walking for some time, she felt a little used to skirts, which were neither convenient nor practical.

  The Full Moon Lantern Festival is probably the only festival in the Royal City of Elima where everyone, regardless of class or race, gathers together. Usually, they strictly observe the hierarchy of class and race, with the nobles enjoying their own fun while the common people live in darkness.

  Qu Fuer looked at the people around her, watching them enjoying the lanterns and the moon together. Such a peaceful scene looked really wonderful.

  However, suddenly there was a loud bang. Before she realized what was happening, she heard crying and screaming from the main square. She grabbed Yinge's arm tightly. Yinge turned around and took off his mask. "It was an explosion!"

  Her voice spread through the crowd, and those who had not yet reached the main square stopped and began running in the opposite direction.

  The two young women, Fu'er and Yinge, were almost separated by the crowd. She held Yinge tightly, "Yinge! Sister Yinge!"

  "Fu'er!" Yinge ran desperately after Fu'er, but she didn't have Fu'er's running strength. Coupled with the collision of the crowd, their tightly clasped hands were finally separated.

  Qu Fuer hurriedly stopped and turned around, anxiously looking at the scattered crowd. Where was the honey-colored figure of Silver Dove?

  Alan heard the explosion from afar, and then he looked at the three Ulianas lying on the ground. The greedy Ulianas merchants, after hearing about the spices of the Eastern royal family, naturally understood that it was ambergris, which was as valuable as gold. Alan originally wanted to visit the famous greedy Milam in person, but he didn't expect that the Templar Knights would block their way, and they actually got to know each other naturally.

  Orientals believe in destiny. Alan thought that this must be God's help.

  Someone must be held responsible for the explosion, he thought, it was just a pity for those innocent Ulianas.

  Soon, Ah Jin and Ah Xiang also came. They saw the bodies lying on the ground and asked Ah Lan softly, "Dad, what should we do with these bodies?"

  "The insider has already placed the evidence in their shop. You two put their bodies in boxes, and we will leave the city tomorrow afternoon." The fragrance of the spices will cover the stench of the bodies. Alan asked, "Where is Jasmine? Is she okay?"

  Ah Xiang nodded, "She's already asleep, she doesn't know about these things."

  Alan sighed, "It's better not to let her know." He looked at his two sons, "You have worked hard. Tomorrow will depend on you."

  The festival in the main square was disrupted by an explosion. In an instant, wailing, crying, and broken limbs and internal organs were scattered all over the holy main square. There was more than one explosion. Immediately afterwards, an explosion occurred on the Emerald Path leading to the main square. Several small-scale explosions occurred in succession in several nearby places.

  The noble lady was frightened, but her civilian bodyguard rushed to her and saved her from being injured by the blown-up stone wall. However, the bodyguard died as a result.

  It was supposed to be a beautiful full moon festival, but it turned into a living hell because of this.

  The Vatican was furious, and Bergoli IV ordered the Knights Templar to be recalled immediately.

  The scene of the Wind Wolf Squad descending from the sky on griffins was described by bards in the future as the coming of the Holy Envoy. The one rushing in the front was naturally the Knights Templar leader and his mount, the White Roc. On the way back, he used the magic shell to dispatch the Thunder Wolf Squad, who were also affiliated with the Knights Templar and were responsible for defense, and the Water Wolf Squad, who were responsible for medical treatment, to provide support.

  Cesare briefly confirmed the duties and tasks of several team leaders on the spot, then mounted his griffin and flew directly to the Papal Palace - even though the Papal Palace had repeatedly stipulated that no one was allowed to use flying mounts in the Imperial City.

  Cesare went to confess his sins. His white clothes were particularly mottled because of the blood of the people in the square. He took off his helmet, clasped his right hand to his chest, and strode into the papal hall. "Pope, please forgive my sins."

  He knelt on one knee in front of the bishops, and the blood on his body made the old bishops who had been immersed in seminaries and the Papal Palace for many years panic.

  Bergoli IV looked at the group of embarrassed losers in the audience, and felt even more proud of his excellent son. Those old men were not as calm as a 25-year-old boy!

  "Lorenzo," the Pope raised the scepter in his hand and slammed it heavily on the ground, and the bishops who were talking about it finally shut up. "What is the situation in the main square now?"

  "There were seven explosions in total, two in the main square, one in Emerald Lane, one in St. Mary's Avenue, one in Michelo Street, one in Ruby Lane, and one in front of St. Jonah Square." Lorenzo said, "We are currently counting the casualties. The Thunder Wolf Squad arranged for people to evacuate these locations. The Wind Wolf Squad has begun to investigate the cause of the incident and the murderer, and is also checking whether there are other explosion hazards. The Water Wolf Squad is taking care of the wounded on the scene. Because there are so many wounded, we implore the Pope to allow the opening of relevant medical resources to rescue the wounded."

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  The Pope was satisfied with his son's arrangement, but he frowned, "I will punish you."

  Cesare bowed his head. "Yes."

  "Why did the public security of the Imperial City go haywire just after you left the city?!" the Pope asked sternly. "And you ignored the Imperial City regulations and rode a flying mount in the Imperial City without permission. How should I punish you?"

  "Please ask the Pope to punish him according to the rules." Cesare said loudly.

  The old bishops around were all silent. They truly felt the Pope's wrath. Even though some people thought that this was a self-torture trick between the Pope and his illegitimate son, since the Pope had already spoken, they naturally could not say anything more.

  The explosion in the Imperial City naturally belongs to the Knights Templar. They are responsible for the security of the entire Elima and the safety of the Pope. They cannot escape responsibility for such a big incident. Although the old bishops are cowardly, they are not stupid. They gave Duke Lorenzo a way out. Who doesn't know that Elima already belongs to them? Since the Pope's Office has no objection, isn't it easy to appease those nobles?

  Bergoli IV waved his hand and told Cesare to go and tidy up the affairs of the square first, and then come back to accept punishment - he would be imprisoned in the Holy Prison for three days to receive the teachings of the Goddess.

  When the nobles heard about this punishment, they all fell silent. They would not want to go to the Holy Prison, a place that terrifies people, let alone for three days, even for just one day. It was a double torture of the body and the mind. The Pope was really cruel enough to send his own son to such a place.

  It was already early in the morning when Cesare came out of the Vatican. His mount, Bai Peng, was still waiting for him in the courtyard. "Hey, come here." He waved to Bai Peng. "I pity you." Bai Peng shouted loudly.

  He mounted the griffin and said, "Let's fly to the main square."

  He was not afraid of those corrupt rules. As for Cesare, since he was already going to be whipped and scolded by those old scholars in the Holy Prison, he might as well take the opportunity to fly a little more.

  The white roc spread its wings, kicked the ground with its limbs and flew into the sky. The wind blew up Cesare's long black hair. Under the full moon, he looked like a god.

  ——That was the scene that Qu Fuer saw.

  The man was riding on a griffin with a full moon behind him, letting the wind blow up his white robe and long black hair. The griffin was suspended in mid-air, flapping its wings up and down. The man looked down at her, or rather, he looked down at the countless people standing on the road, and he actually felt a sense of compassion for the world.

  She couldn't help but look up and meet his eyes.

  She couldn't see any emotional fluctuations in his expression. Qu Fuer thought to herself, how strange she was. He was clearly an enemy, so what was she expecting?

  She wants to find Yinge. Where has Yinge gone?

  Thinking of this, she turned around and ran towards the place where she had just separated from Yinge - Yinge, Yinge, she was a girl who was afraid of thunder, so how could she not be afraid of the terror brought by such an explosion?

  Why is she here? She looked so embarrassed again, Cesare thought. The panic and anxiety on her face made Cesare wonder if something happened to her in the explosion. However, the girl in red soon disappeared into the darkness. Cesare patted the white roc and signaled it to fly in the direction originally planned.

  Yinge felt that she was about to die. The surging crowd separated her and Fuer, and then a terrible stampede occurred. The old man who fell first was trampled to death by the people behind him, and Yinge was also knocked to the ground. She tried desperately to get up from the ground. The desire to survive almost reminded her of a childhood memory that she least wanted to recall - the memory of them crossing the desert and climbing over the mountains before finally reaching Elima.

  She doesn't want to die, she can't die, she is still so young, she has relied on herself to finally become the top star in Quewu - the good days have just begun, she absolutely cannot die.

  She struggled to crawl out of the crowd. There were injured people around her and their blood was flowing on her body, but she was not afraid, as long as she could survive.

  "How are you?"

  Suddenly, a voice came from in front of her, and she saw a pair of beautifully crafted boots appear in front of her. She looked up, tearfully looking at the man who showed her kindness, "Save me..."

  The man had the silver-white hair that was unique to the Hasaro family, but he was dressed in a clergy uniform. He wore silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his face had the indifference and piety that were unique to clergy.

  The man reached out and pulled Silver Dove out of the crowd. The white gloves on his hands were already stained with dirt, as was the silver robe of the Holy Church. Silver Dove cried and thanked the man. She was so scared that she could no longer sob.

  "Can you stand up? Are you injured anywhere?" The man's tone was light and cold. He saw that a large area of skin on Yinge's leg was exposed due to the squeezing of her clothes, and blood was oozing out of that piece of skin. So he took off his outer robe and wrapped up the petite Yinge.

  "Where is your home?" the man asked Yinge, "Or should I take you to the hospital?"

  Yinge shook her head, "I want to go home..." She struggled to get up, but after the shock, the pain in her leg finally began to pierce her heart. She gasped in pain and closed her eyes.

  The man sighed and stretched out his hand again, "I'm sorry, Miss. I think you may not be able to walk." He picked up the silver pigeon with the most gentle movements, "Where is your home? I can take you back."

  "My home is in Que--" The Quewu couldn't say it out loud. Silver Dove looked at the man's face and knew that he must be a Hasaro, but she didn't know who he was. For the first time, she suddenly felt ashamed, ashamed of being a prostitute.

  The man raised his eyebrows. He was kind but distant. Yinge remembered that she once passed by a church with her sisters. They were all strangers from all over the world. They sold their bodies and had no faith. Naturally, they would not go to such a sacred place. However, she didn't know what happened that time. She suddenly wanted to go to the church to see why those people were so devout to believe in their gods.

  Then she saw the statues standing in the church, whether it was the goddess or the saint next to it, yes, it was the expression of this man, peaceful, sacred, yet aloof.

  She saw the dirt on her body imprinted on the man's white shirt and the silver holy medal on his chest. She twisted her body and rubbed her face on his shirt, and there was another blood stain. The man looked down at the silver dove, but did not comment on her childish action.

  "If you don't tell me where your home is, I can only send you to the hospital." The man's clear voice was so pleasant.

  "My home is on West Street..." Yinge stammered, "Do you know Quewu? My home is opposite Quewu, yes, the candy store opposite."

  "Are you the daughter of the candy store owner?" The man chatted with her, as if distracting her to reduce her attention to the pain. "I remember that candy store. I ate there when I was a kid."

  "No...no, I'm a clerk there." Silver Pigeon made up a story. How could she have been to that candy store? She was the most valuable bird in the bird house, a silver pigeon. How could she appear in that kind of candy store?

  "Oh, I really like those colorful fruit candies, they are sour and sweet. I wonder if they are still sold now." said the man.

  Yinge said softly, "Yes, if you go there in the future, I will sell it to you."

  The man did not answer. He held her in his arms and walked firmly under the full moon, step by step. Silver Pigeon gently grasped the man's shirt, hoping that the miracle brought by the Full Moon Festival would never stop.

  She was the clerk in that candy store; and he... Yinge thought, let her always be a clerk in the candy store in his heart.