The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 871: Volume 27: Sudden Gust, - 10: Urgent Situations Demand Cooperation

Chapter 871: Volume 27: Sudden Gust, Chapter 10: Urgent Situations Demand Cooperation

Noyola was always annoyed by the sight of the man in the same unchanging gray robe. The man’s face was as calm as ever, resembling his expression every morning when he knew nothing about the new day yet. Didn’t he know that two of his Heavenly Knights had already died unnaturally and that Trajan had been severely damaged beyond recovery? Didn’t he know that Michelangelo had also experienced unprecedented Dark Erosion, to the extent that even his soul had been desecrated?

Noyola didn’t like this man at all, who was as ascetic as those monks with closed minds. What he truly thought deep inside was hard to discern. Compared to this man, Noyola would rather cooperate with Frenster, who at least wasn’t as affected and artificial, although they were equally troublesome.

However, this was just a thought. The current situation could not accommodate personal emotions. Noyola believed that this man did not like him either and was equally unwilling to cooperate with him, but now they had to sit down and feign civility.

Lorenzo noticed the annoyance in Noyola’s heart. He knew that Vazinsky and the chief of the Religious Court had never got along, which made him constantly worried that their cooperation might not last. However, he had not expected that right at the start of their collaboration, they would face such a staggering blow. St. Vasily Church’s protective power had suffered unprecedented losses, while the Religious Court, the protagonist, had remained unscathed, losing only a prisoner. Could this lead to suspicion and dissatisfaction from the other party?

Vazinsky’s eyes were downcast, seemingly lost in thought. Noyola looked up at the sky motionlessly, also pondering something. Lorenzo knew that if he didn’t break this nearly suffocating scene first, this deadlock would continue indefinitely. Both men were extremely proud, and perhaps no one except the Pope could make them bow their heads first.

"Grand Archon Vazinsky, we are all aware of the situation. We were unlucky this time, just missing the enemy. To put it precisely, they were better prepared than us. They anticipated our plan, so we gained nothing in Homer and Caucasus while they struck us hard here," Lorenzo sighed lightly. "I deeply regret what happened to Knight Trajan, Sir Michelangelo, and the two Heavenly Knights."

A muscle on his cheek finally moved. The gray-robed old man’s gaze was still calm and peaceful, "Defending the truth always requires sacrifices, and that is nothing. We can withstand even greater sacrifices. I believe they do not regret their actions. However, I am just very surprised that the senior priests of the Court managed to accomplish nothing? How could they allow those remnants of darkness to rescue Rebry right under everyone’s watch? It’s unimaginable."

Noyola didn’t respond, but his eyelids rapidly twitched. He reminded himself to be patient. This was not the time for him to interject; it was better to let Lorenzo negotiate.

"Grand Archon Vazinsky, I believe Sir Schiller has already submitted a detailed report that you have reviewed. Certainly, Schiller cannot compare to Trajan or Michelangelo. He did all he could, and we can’t force him to make futile sacrifices, right?" Lorenzo argued hopefully, knowing that the situation could only worsen if it continued. His hope rested on Vazinsky’s reason and calm.

After a deep sigh, Vazinsky had a calm expression but slightly raised his gaze. Arguing further about the incompetence and dereliction of the Court was now of little importance. Two consecutive humiliating defeats had subtly tied both parties together on the same rope. Vazinsky also knew that this was just a temporary measure. Continuing this would only adversely affect the St. Vasily Church faction, but facing the strong backlash from the Salvation Society, if he didn’t leverage the power of the Religious Court, the strength of his faction would continue to wane. Frenster would only use this opportunity to overshadow him.

It was clear they were not companions, but urgency compelled them to band together. Vazinsky also felt some regret deep inside. If it weren’t for those people from the Northern Alliance pulling something more valuable out and insisting he make a trip, leaving Marco behind, how could he have ended up in such a predicament? Now, it seemed these matters were subtly tangled with Komer. Last time, during the Great Prophecy Spell, the Pope seemed to have vaguely perceived some clues. With the Pope’s wisdom, it was impossible not to realize who might be supporting this, so why did he remain strangely silent?

Frenster was an external threat and Salvation Society an internal one, leading to a wave of agitation in Vazinsky’s heart. Could it be that St. Vasily Cathedral was really going to decline under his watch? No, no, the situation had not reached that point yet. Vazinsky steadied his emotions; the Court in front of him was like a sword—handled poorly, it could injure oneself, but wielded well, it could be invincible.

Lorenzo observed the elder who had been navigating the Church of Light for decades with a sense of curiosity. It was quite unbelievable to be distracted at such a time, and even though nothing showed on the surface, Lorenzo could not be deceived. He knew him too well.

"Gentlemen, what do you plan to do now?" Vazinsky decided to stop dithering.

"We would like to hear Grand Archon Vazinsky’s opinion," Lorenzo strategically retreated.

Giving Lorenzo a deep look, Vazinsky’s tone became somewhat serious, "Really? Would the Court be willing to act according to the will of St. Vasily Cathedral then?"

Pushed by the rarely aggressive demeanor of the other, Lorenzo suddenly found such an occasional show of grandeur to be extremely chilling.

"Uh, Sir Vazinsky jests. What we mean is that we must deliver a fatal blow to Homer and Caucasus; otherwise, they will only grow bolder."

"No, external enemies must be dealt with only after securing internal peace. The Salvation Society has now surfaced. If we do not handle them timely, our very foundation will be shaken, aren’t you missing the forest for the trees?" Vazinsky decisively refuted. "The power that Komer has shown is noteworthy, and given the vast regions of Homer and Caucasus, his considerable secular power base there cannot be uprooted by us in the short term. And if during this period the Salvation Society manages to turn the tables, where would we stand then? Keep in mind, even in Marco, all sorts of wicked thoughts proliferate in their minds!"

Vazinsky’s last sentence immediately moved Noyola, who had been silent until then. His detestation for heretics within the Church of Light outweighed his loathing for the remnants of darkness; the evil within was fundamentally the most dangerous, a fact Noyola firmly believed.

"Very well, Sir Vazinsky, let us then discuss how to eradicate the internal malignancy," Noyola interjected, effectively blocking Lorenzo’s potential counterarguments. Lorenzo sighed softly, wondering why Komer always had such luck. (To be continued. For further details, please visit www.qidian.com, which has more Chapters, supports the author, and encourages authorized reading!)