Chapter Six Hundred and Fifteen

Faced with Prince Richard's implied threats, Melda, the abbot's face changed slightly, and said:

"His Royal Highness the wise Prince Richard, let me remind you that the North County Abbey has suppressed that ancient evil for more than four hundred years, which is longer than the history of the Lionheart Empire."

Seeing that Richard was noncommittal, Dean Melda continued to speak impassionedly: "For four hundred years, every generation of the monastery has guarded against evil, preventing it from entering the world. You should believe that our generation of nuns also has Ability to suppress evil!"

Prince Richard smiled and said, "Really? Melda, your memory may not be very good. Let me remind you of a name. Farga, do you still remember?"

Dean Melda's face changed suddenly. The name was a taboo in her heart.

Prince Richard said leisurely: "Falgar, you stole the evil soul stone from the North County Abbey and successfully brought it out of North County! Such a big problem has happened, and you still have the guts to say that you have the ability to suppress it." evil?"

"Falgar...has been publicly executed." Dean Melda said unsurely.

"Are you still arguing?" Prince Richard looked at Gloria beside him: "It just so happens that the former head of the knights of our royal family was in charge of this case. Goliath, please tell me the specific situation."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Gloria remained expressionless, ignoring Dean Melda's hopeful gaze, and said calmly: "Although Falgar died, the evil soul stone was not recovered, but fell into the hands of an 'outsider'. Since the cross-boundary teleportation talisman has been used, I can't hunt down the outsider to his world, and the mission failed."

Prince Richard sighed: "The poison is endless. Falgar has been executed, and Goliath has been deprived of the honor of the Imperial Knights. They have paid the price. However, the root cause of the outflow of the evil soul stone is the ineffective supervision of the North County Abbey! Dean Melda, what else do you have to say?"

Melda's lips moved, but she couldn't say a word.

"So, I ask you to release the seal of the Great Mausoleum, let us enter the mausoleum, and confirm the integrity of the seal... What's the problem?" Prince Richard pressed on step by step.

Melda said in a deep voice: "I said before that if His Royal Highness wants to enter the mausoleum, it is fine, but it will have to wait for half a month."

"Absurd! Checking the seal is urgent, how can you push back and forth! To be honest, has the seal been destroyed?"

Prince Richard slapped the table heavily, and said sharply: "Melda, don't think that giving you half a month can deceive people's eyes and ears!"

"No! The seal left by the Lord of Light is still intact!"

Melda said loudly: "Your Highness, the Mausoleum has been infiltrated with evil energy for many years, and has become an extremely dangerous place. It is a paradise for all kinds of undead creatures... If you want to enter, you have to wait until the seal is the strongest. Only when the evil energy is extremely weakened can your safety be guaranteed... that is half a month later."

"A joke," Prince Richard snorted, and stood up proudly, "Are the strong men in this room just decorations? If you are afraid, then I will take two personal guards and Goliath to check the seal together." Bar!"

The faces of all the leaders in the room changed color.

Lord Galantis said indifferently: "Your Highness, you should know that no one here would dare to take the risk of letting the direct blood of the Tiberon royal family die in the northern border."

"So you should also support me, Grand Lord Galantis." Prince Richard said.

Galantis snorted softly: "No, I agree with Dean Melda. The mausoleum is there, and it won't disappear for nothing. What's the point of waiting for half a month? The rebels took away the capital, slaughtering nobles loyal to the empire,

Create bloodshed! For every minute of delay, several innocent lives are lost. "

Galantis continued: "Since His Royal Highness Prince Richard is leading an army, why not take back the North County? Gathering the strength of all of us, it will not be difficult to take back the North County."

Prince Richard smiled slightly: "There is a proverb in our empire: only a fool would sacrifice for the benefit of others."

Gladys' beautiful face was covered with a layer of frost: "Your Highness Prince Richard, your words are too chilling for the allies of the empire. And let me remind you that it is not for your benefit to regain North County Not to mention the help to the empire's strategic level, just the meritorious service of recovering the capital of the northern border is enough for you to record a strong stroke in His Majesty's heart and take a solid step in the position of prince!"

Prince Richard shook his head: "Lord Galantis, I came to the North this time with a secret mission to investigate the seal of the North County Abbey... For me, this is my job. Now that I have come here, I You have to finish this task before thinking about other things.”

What Prince Richard said is also very understandable. The Emperor of the Lionheart Empire sent him to the North County Abbey, just like the teacher assigned a question. He has completed the task of investigating the seal to be considered a pass, so that he can consider other extra points such as regaining North County. .

In the final analysis, North County was lost in the hands of Arenas, and it belonged to the fiefdom of Galantis, and these two are the ones who are anxious. What does it have to do with him, Richard Taberon?

After realizing this point, Galantis finally changed her attitude.

"Okay. I hope you can keep your promise, Your Highness. After completing the task of investigating the seal, go to Beijun!"

"That's why I need your... and the assistance of His Excellency Carlisle." Prince Richard nodded slightly.

"Within our power...we will do our best. I have made the decision for you. I have no objection, Sir Carlisle." Gladys said.

Behind her, dressed in coarse cloth, the swordsman Carlisle opened his eyes with his slightly closed eyes: "My blade is willing to serve you, ma'am."

"Dean Melda, it seems that you have no choice now." Prince Richard smiled.

Standing on the left side of the hall, the solemn imperial guards all took a step forward.

Under the gesture of Galantis, the seven or eight guards of the Northern Palace on the right side of the hall also took a step forward. All of a sudden, the feeling of deterrence is ready to come out.

Dean Melda was silent for a few seconds.

"Since His Royal Highness persists and has the support of the Lord of the North, I really have no other choice. Everyone, please follow me."

Melda turned around and left, behind her, the thick and thick nun followed closely.

Richard and his two chief-level bodyguards looked at each other, and a strong excitement could be seen from his eyes.