I Don't Agree to the Terms-Chapter 1070 - 562: On the Expedition, Whoever Doesn’t Go Dies! (Part 2)

Fortunately, he wasn't completely carried away. This matter requires careful observation, at least until the Discipline Archbishop resigns and leaves the Dawn Holy City.

"I just don't know what expression the Pope would have when he learns about the Discipline Archbishop's resignation."

"Joy? Or lamentation?"

He didn't know that the Discipline Archbishop had no intention of resigning to the Pope. In his intuition, every time he thought of the Pope, he felt something strange, hence he naturally suspected the Pope had issues, otherwise, why would he run?

Considering the matter of his own life, he indeed needed to be a bit cautious.

"However, it's also possible that it's all to deceive me, making me lower my guard and then act preemptively." The Judgement Archbishop was not fully convinced, after all, this was about the Expeditionary Army's power.

And besides, their conversation was known only to them, once out of the room, it meant nothing, and neither would admit to having said these words. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

If it was the other's conspiracy, it was not impossible.

"It's still necessary to be cautious. I must act immediately, otherwise, if it's truly a lie, wouldn't the other have taken the initiative?"

Suspicion was inevitable, otherwise, he would have been backstabbed to death long ago.

The majority of the bishops under him were capable of mutually switching sides, ready to betray at any time for personal gain, it's just how nobles are.

On the other side, Discipline Archbishop Lorent, with a hurried expression, left, looking back at the Supreme Council where the Pope was.

He couldn't help shivering, then felt extraordinarily fatigued, like he was overextended.

Of course, before the feeling of exhaustion, his sharp intuition sensed something was amiss, that feeling of being watched, malice, and the illusion of death.

This was even more terrifying than when the Pope was settling accounts with him. At least back then, the sense of death wasn't this intense.

'Has the Pope successfully awakened magic power bloodline and become a wizard? Or has he allied with a wizard?' Discipline Archbishop Lorent speculated in his heart.

As for being controlled by a wizard, he hadn't even considered this possibility.

In his subconscious, no one would dare target a noble with a princely title and a church Pope, the pinnacle of power is unsurpassable.

Lorent realized the times had changed, but didn't realize how frightening the change was.

His understanding of wizards was only superficial, those ordinary people who had awakened magic power bloodlines could only create threats akin to tricks.

At most, the issue in the Thorny Lion Territory might be a little bigger, but it certainly wouldn't stop the iron hooves of the Expeditionary Army.

Of course, in practice, he naturally trusted his intuition more, even if he lost power because of it.

No matter how good power is, one must have their life to enjoy it.

After leaving the Supreme Council, that palpitating feeling finally disappeared.

'The other must have seen me, or maybe discovered my intentions. I must leave quickly.' Lorent's expression showed helplessness.

Riding a carriage, he quickly returned home.

Before even stepping into the manor, he sensed something amiss.

It was too quiet, so quiet that sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Something's off, something's terribly off," Lorent mumbled quietly.

He hadn't expected these events to occur.

"Master, aren't you going to enter?" the coachman asked, puzzled.

"No, go in and call everyone out," Lorent dared not step in, though he sensed something was wrong, he could not pinpoint where.

Though puzzled, the servant complied and entered the manor.

After waiting for half an hour, the servant had still not returned.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness!" Lorent felt relieved, deciding to drive the carriage away himself.

He knew even if he went in, he could save nothing; the best option was to mobilize the Expeditionary Army instead of foolishly rushing in, which would only cost him his life.

The Discipline Archbishop would surely not refuse his request, and even if an investigation yielded no results, the Expeditionary Army could escort him back to his territory.

Though losing his wife and children pained him, the loss was nothing compared to his own life.

Moreover, in his territory, he still had a son; even if all the sons died, he still had illegitimate sons, so there was no need to worry about lack of heirs.

This made him turn and flee without hesitation.

Unfortunately, leaving wasn't as easy as he thought.

After driving the carriage for a hundred meters, he found the entire world enshrouded in verdant green—soil, clouds, even flowers and trees took on a jade-like appearance.

The emotion named fear surged in his heart.

"Wiz... Wizard!" The supernatural presence immediately reminded him of wizards.

"Wrong, it's not a wizard at all." A female voice came.

The voice was so soft and tingly it made Lorent's bones soften, and apart from a familiar odd feeling, it was quite pleasant.

Looking back, he saw a familiar figure stepping out from the emerald reflections, immediately recognizing who it was, despite the changes.

"Histon, how did you become like this?!" Lorent's eyes widened; the shapely woman before him was his son, Histon Moonflower Silver Wolf.

"Of course, because I've merged into Him, my dear father."

In the blink of an eye, Histon appeared beside Lorent, the two draping arms over each other's shoulders like buddies, provided one ignored Histon being a beautiful woman and Lorent an old man.

"You are really too perceptive, never expected such insignificant flaws would let you see the problem. If you had obediently followed Brook to the Jade Tree Territory, I wouldn't have to come silence you," Histon's words carried contradictory meaning.

Lorent felt his heart sink; indeed, something was wrong, he fled too late.

"So, am I to become one of you?" Lorent knew the Jade Tree Territory was the Thorny Lion Territory, and he offered no explanation for leaving because there was no point. With the other already appearing and acting, he had no chance to leave.

"Yes, you seem to be prepared?" Histon asked curiously.

"If I were prepared, I wouldn't have returned." Lorent replied calmly, knowing the person before him was no longer his son Histon, neither in body nor soul.

"That's really dull." Histon seemed regretful.

Lorent guessed the other's thoughts: wanting to see him lose composure, perhaps raging impotently or begging fearfully.

However, Lorent showed none of it; to him, since he was doomed, there was no need to fear the other.

"You're not invincible either; if you were, you wouldn't need to sneak around. Let me think, who are you wary of?" Lorent's mind began to churn, trying to figure something out.

"Not really, it's just a little easier this way," Histon maintained a bewitching demeanor.

"Really? Then maybe I guessed wrong." Lorent glanced at the green bracelet appearing on his hand, knowing this marked the start of his assimilation. He had no habit of wearing bracelets, especially not one that appeared out of thin air.

As for who the other feared, he quickly abandoned the thought, for it was meaningless—everything was too late now.

Even if he knew, it wouldn't change his fate.

"You're really boring; the Pope is much more interesting than you," Histon had no intention of treating Lorent the same way Ruster treated the Pope. Though both were parts of Jade Tree·Green Sorrow, they weren't the same individual, differing in personality like leaves with distinct patterns on a tree.