Knock knock knock—
A knocking sound with a distinctive rhythm rang out, and the door opened from the inside.
Under the cover of night, the man, shrouded in a black robe, did not immediately enter after seeing the door open.
He first looked around and, after finding no one was following him, turned his attention to the person in front of him.
Only after confirming that the person in front of him was someone he had seen before did the man step into the courtyard gate.
After removing his hat, a middle-aged man appeared before him.
This middle-aged man may not be well-known in the ancient capital.
But in the past, in Bocheng, he would definitely be a guest of honor of the city's top officials.
The person who arrived was none other than Mu He.
No one could have imagined that Mu He, as the younger brother of Mu Ningxue's father Mu Zhuoyun, would not only not stay in the capital, but would also remain in the ancient capital even after it had entered a state of semi-war preparedness.
Mu He's hurried appearance suggests he has something to report.
The exact time when Muhe joined the Black Vatican is unknown, but Muhe's ability to become the highest-ranking deacon under the cardinal Hujin demonstrates his competence.
The courtyard is now the secret residence of Cardinal Salan, Muhe's top superior.
At this moment, Muhe looked very solemn as he followed the guide to meet Salang.
The Bell Tower Magic Association is now conducting a full-scale manhunt for all lurking members of the Black Church.
Once suspected, they will be arrested and imprisoned, and released only after the investigation is completed.
If the individuals on site are confirmed to be members of the Black Church, the Bell Tower Magic Association's Guard will show no mercy and execute them on the spot.
Muhe had been extremely puzzled since he learned months ago that Salang wanted to suspend the Ancient Capital Cataclysm plan.
It was clearly the result of years of planning, even using Bo City as a testing ground, all to ensure the ancient capital catastrophe proceeded smoothly without any mishaps.
He really doesn't understand!
He had sought an audience with Salam on several occasions for this reason.
The reason I want to ask is not because I cannot control this catastrophe in the ancient capital, nor because I cannot obtain more benefits, nor because of any other altruistic factors.
It's simply because if the catastrophe in the ancient capital hadn't continued, Muhe wouldn't have been able to present his most beloved Lord Salang with a celebratory gift that would bring him fame and fortune!
The reason Muhe has such feelings is ultimately because he is Cardinal Salan's most loyal sycophant.
For the sake of his faith in Lord Salang, Muhe was even willing to sacrifice himself to make Salang a god.
However, when Mu He asked her questions, Ye Changyuan said a few meaningless words and then told Mu He to continue to lie low in the ancient capital.
Having received no answer, Mu He surprisingly accepted the order with relish after receiving these few bland words.
Until recently, Muhe discovered that there were many more fellow believers in the ancient capital.
Another group of deeply hidden members of the Black Church suddenly became active, meticulously planning and carrying out a series of tasks, thus driving the current situation forward.
Muhe, a loyal follower of Salang, was furious about this situation.
Because these members of the Black Church, who belonged to another cardinal, were also orchestrating the catastrophe in the ancient capital.
This was clearly a stage he had paved for Lord Salan to make a name for himself; when did it become the turn of other cardinals to dabble in it?
As the most powerful deacon under the cardinals, Hujin, Muhe naturally knew that there was no cooperation or interaction between the cardinals.
Even after they accidentally encounter each other and discover each other's identities as cardinals, they will try their best to kill each other.
As for the reason, it was naturally to gain more power for himself within the Black Church.
The cardinals of the Black Papacy are not the highest-ranking officials; above them are the Pope and a hidden hierarchy.
This was to make Salam famous and gain notoriety, and at the same time, to gain greater power within the Black Church.
Now that outsiders are interfering, how could Mu He possibly allow it?
Muhe informed Lord Salang of this message, but received an unexpected answer.
Do not interfere; let it develop naturally.
In some cases, one can even give up what one has gained to make way for the other.
This matter puzzled Mu He greatly.
Based on the information he gathered, he learned that there was a high probability that the other Black Church was affiliated with Cardinal Nine-Headed Serpent.
There was no real relationship between Jiuying and Salang.
Having no relationship with someone means they are an enemy who can be killed!
However, Salang had warned him against making any rash moves from beginning to end, so Muhe had no choice but to give up.
To this day, the Bell Tower Magic Association's Guard has been tasked with capturing and executing all members of the Black Church, including even those from the Salon faction. He immediately ordered his remaining subordinates to go into hiding.
He himself went to Salam to seek advice on how to proceed with the follow-up plan.
A jumble of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Mu He quickly arrived at a door.
The woman who had been guiding him had already left. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he discovered that the wooden door in front of him had opened automatically.
At this moment, Mu He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly ahead.
In his heart, Lord Salan was the object of his affection, sacred and perfect.
He was even afraid that his fanatical gaze would tarnish Lord Salan's reputation.
As the door opened, a mature yet somewhat indifferent voice came from inside.
Upon hearing this, Mu He quickly adjusted his attire and walked into the room with light steps.
Only when he caught a glimpse of a pair of jade-like feet wearing red high heels sitting there did he immediately kneel down and lower his head.
"Lord Salan."
Muhe spoke these words with a trembling and excitement. No matter how many times he had met Lord Salang, Muhe could not hide his excitement and fervent emotions.
"Um."
Ye Chang gave a soft "hmm" and said nothing more.
A sound of someone standing up rang out, and someone in high heels walked to the side. Mu He guessed that Lord Salang might have changed his seat.
Muhe did not hear Lord Salang tell him to get up. He knelt respectfully on the spot, feeling no humiliation whatsoever.
However, if Mu He were to look up at this moment, he would find that Lord Salang, who was originally sitting in a single chair, is now sitting in the lap of a handsome young man.
His untouchable Lord Salan embraced the young man's neck in a very intimate and ambiguous manner, showing no concern whatsoever that the other was taking advantage of him.
The room was completely silent, so quiet that Muhe, filled with trepidation, heard a third breath besides his own and Lord Salang's.
'Hmm? There's someone else following Lord Salang?'
'Is it the Blue Bat or some other female blue-clad butler?'
Perhaps it was because the silence had lasted too long, or perhaps it was because he heard a sound similar to kissing, Mu He kept trying to convince himself to lift his head.
His movements were slow and gentle, as if he were afraid that his gaze might be presumptuous and desecrate the holy Lord Salam in his heart.
He raised his gaze slightly, but there was no sign of Lord Salang in front of him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a red figure.
He turned his head very slowly, as if trying to imprint the face of Lord Salang that he was about to see into his mind.
However, what Mu He saw next made his eyes widen in disbelief.