When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist

Chapter 1163 - 1096: Can Loyalty Survive Overseas?

The sun has not yet risen, but the crescent moon, wrapped in sparse stars, hangs halfway.Under the moonlight, the black and red paving stones of the Commerce Street echo with the sound of vampires ending their nocturnal activities.

As if intending to deliberately wake the merchants from their sweet dreams.

Beside the ten-meter-wide street, there are either square sandstone houses or Gothic buildings with pointed towers.

Despite the vampires' efforts, they are still tired from a night of activities, thus making little noise.

At the street corner, outside a house with iron fencing, there is a commotion that clashes with the surroundings.

"Danio! You human liar! Get out here!"

Outside the inn, the vampire boat material merchant Acrius shattered the morning calm with his roar.

"Danio, you have the skill to deceive but not to admit, is that it? My boat is here, and the docking fee is no small amount, are you trying to shirk the bill?

Look at those worthless guys of yours, and yourself, neither human nor ghost, and you want to deceive me?

On Commerce Street at night, make sure I don't see you, or I'll slap your face, do you hear me?"

He pointed towards Danio's room on the second floor, his scarlet eyes almost spitting fire: "Hiding inside like a coward? I know you're there!

This is the nature of the Holy Alliance people, no wonder the Imperial People always say the Thousand River Valley is a den of thieves!"

Acrius cursed for a full hour until the sun rose; it was a sunny day, and he cursed for another half hour before leaving reluctantly.

This inn has a ghostly presence in the back, even he couldn't sneak in to catch someone.

Hearing the cursing outside stop, Danio finally stood up dejectedly from the oak chair and walked to the basin.

The reflection in the water showed a disheveled person with a scraggly beard, resembling a middle-aged man.

It has been seven days since the ship was detained, and he has tried everything, learning during the day, practicing at night, yet he couldn't find a single clue.

Just like an invisible hand continuously obstructing his actions.

Everyone knows something, but no one is speaking.

The boat material merchant Acrius initially said generously that the docking fee was nothing, considering their relationship, but changed face suddenly the next day, starting to yell and demanding money.

He evolved from initial anxiety to madness and now to numbness.

Looking at himself in the reflection, Danio felt like a clown.

He was truly foolish, he only thought of earning some face for himself, but unexpectedly, it led to such a mess.

Since yesterday, Aesuane has been asking if he could teach him Baroque language.

Isn't it obvious what this means? It's a suspicion that he's a fraud.

If he weren't indeed a fraud, he would have to show Aesuane something to prove himself!

But now it's too late for anything, picking up the poor quality beer left unfinished from last night, Danio slumped back into his seat.

The future looks bleak.

Taking out the confession letter, Danio chuckled bitterly, well, whether he hides or shows, it's all the same, better to be as carefree as the Saint's Grandson.

Finish this drink of courage and then confess to Aesuane.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound of knocking abruptly broke the silence, Danio stiffened: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Mr. Danio." Came the voice of the inn's attendant from the door, "There's a vampire downstairs, claiming to come for you."

A vampire? It surely must be Acrius' men!

"There is no one he's looking for here!" Danio continued to hold his beer mug.

"He says he knows your ship has been detained and knows who did it, would you like to see him?"

Amid a rush of chaotic footsteps, the door creaked open.

Danio leaned out halfway, looking downstairs, seeing a hooded figure.

From the chin that was revealed, the pallor of the skin indicated he was probably a vampire.

Thinking for a moment, Danio beckoned to him: "Come up."

Given the current situation, a dying horse is worth being treated like a living one!

"Good morning, my fellow believer." Upon entering, the vampire lowered his hood, revealing a long horse face, "I am Sux, your foreign co-religionist."

"Fellow believer? Brother?" Danio gripped his saber, "Who are you?"

"Feigning conversion for a millennium, do you know about the loyal lone overseas?" Sux sighed, yet in his eyes appeared a rare eagerness among the typically deathly vampires, "We are believers of the Holy Tree sect, although we are vampires, my heart remains human."

Are there blood traitors in the Royal Court too?

Danio looked him up and down: "I still don't understand, you all…"

"Ever since the fall of Holy Seat City, we lost contact with the Pope's side, for a full three years.

We were all in despair until we heard merchants say the Holy Alliance had a new Pope, only then did we know the gospel never ceased!

You must be here to make contact, right? Otherwise, why would you stop at every port to inquire about Bagota?"

"You are Bagota? You previously had contact with the Pope?"

"We are allied with Bagota." Sucks brushed Danio's underwear off the chair with his hand before sitting, "As for the Pope, we've had contact with almost every Pope."

An unexpected find?!

This implies the Pope has been colluding with the Vampires in the Royal Court?

The Empire, as an external force, has been supporting unofficial profit organizations in the Royal Court?

The church had this up its sleeve too?

Blame it on the past, Serafe killed too fast, Horn didn't have time to inherit the previous church's political legacy.

But the issue now is, judging from his manner, he should be of the traditional Divine Essence Sect like the previous Pope.

However, the Holy Alliance Pope is not the Holy Seat Pope, if they learn about the Holy Sect's doctrines, who knows if they'd agree.

Danio immediately made up his mind, he must not let Sucks know about the current situation of the Holy Alliance.

To ensure the purity of the Holy Alliance, it is necessary to cut ties with this Sucks, of course, under the premise of extracting information from him.

"Well, the Holy Alliance's Pope welcomes you all... but let's not talk about that." He gathered himself, "You said you knew why the ship was detained?"

"Of course." Sucks calmed his emotions and laid out the Hafaeli matters clearly.

Nothing else needed to be said, just the words Thousand River Valley People and Duke of Joan's Castle, and Danio immediately understood.

"Never thought there were remnants of Duke Dane overseas!" Danio rubbed the handle of his sword, itching to kill that Hafaeli right now.

Don't think he couldn't do it, back in Rapids City, he was among those who went out to assassinate priests.

But considering the current situation and the official position of that Hafaeli commissioner, Danio cooled off.

Under the eaves, one has to bow.

Danio, sly and divine, immediately sincerely shook Sucks' hand: "Do you have a solution for this? Friend Sucks."

"Don't rush." Sucks patted Danio's hand, "We indeed have a solution."

Although the Holy Tree Vampires at Black Tower Port are minor players, they also have representatives at high levels.

Just like the Empire, the Royal Court has always been accommodating to secret party organizations as long as there's no trouble.

Even in the Royal Court, the Governor's Office and Inspectorate have many representatives of the Holy Tree faction.

The Empire at least puts on a show, but the Royal Court doesn't even pretend.

"Tomorrow night marks the start of the gladiatorial event, where the Governor will make an appearance. At that time, we'll have someone speak for you, getting the ship released will be no problem."

Danio was overjoyed, just about to express his gratitude when Sucks shifted his tone: "But we have one condition."

"Tell me, I'll do my best to fulfill it."

"We have more than thirty comrades captured as gladiators." Sucks' eyes sharpened, "This week we'll break them out. Once your spices are sold, make space to take them away.

Moreover, we have smuggling ports further south; in the future, your sugar and spices, we can take them all."

Compared to the Divine Ael Empire, the Royal Court has fully preserved the Ael culture.

Not only does every major city have a gladiatorial arena, but they also have racecourses and public baths.

They retained the practice of throwing criminals or slaves into the arena to fight, and to maintain stability, they often distributed blood for free and invited lower-tier vampires for entertainment.

It seems the Holy Tree Vampires are not as honest as Sucks himself is.

Hearing this, Danio's heart beat wildly.

They really do have a solution, but can these vampires truly speak for them before the Governor?

"Additionally, we require a portrait and autograph from the Holy Alliance Pope!" Sucks thought for a moment and added.

Thinking of this, Danio felt a bit pained, he decided to give it a try, but this request was indeed a tough one: "This Holy Alliance Pope is somewhat different from what you imagine…"

"Haha, I know, isn't it just the Holy Sect?" Sucks waved his hand, "We already converted long ago."

"Ah… oh, oh." Danio's words got stuck in his throat, he could only stammer.

"So is that settled?"

"Fine!"