The new order has been issued for some time. I originally thought that with the cold handling of Viren, the matter should slowly subside, but no one expected that the storm would become increasingly bigger and bigger, and there was a vague feeling of storm coming.

Several archbishops in the Bishop's Council realized the seriousness of the problem. Although they were also puzzled by the orders issued by Veron, in their infinite trust in the Prophet, several archbishops quickly controlled their subordinates and tried to suppress the opposition.

However, the result was quite unsatisfactory. Except for the archbishops' direct leaders, the other Delaneys did not seem to be willing to follow these kind-hearted suggestions.

This result that no one expected made the Archbishops shocked and angry. No one was a fool. After realizing this abnormal situation, several Archbishops launched a secret investigation as soon as possible, trying to find out the guy who was secretly fueling the fire.

But today, things have changed. Veren, who has been staying in the door and never seeing anyone, suddenly sent someone to order the archbishop's meeting to be convened.

Because it was a temporary notice, several archbishops could only put down their work and went to the meeting place one after another. The first one to arrive was Maladar, who happened to pass by.

To be honest, Maradal was in a very bad mood, especially the various things that happened during this period made him feel bad. Inexplicably, Maradal felt that he was already old. Then he quickly calmed down, shook his head, and threw this nonsense sigh into his mind.

But when Maradal walked into the conference room, he stared at the strange figure standing beside Villen. Until he noticed the abnormality, Villen moved his gaze, then he woke up like a dream, and found a seat with complex emotions and sat down.

Soon, several archbishops arrived one after another. When each arrived archbishop saw Mzdono, he would be stunned for a second or two, and then he found a seat to sit down silently until Osar walked into the room and looked at Mzdono with a smile on his face above and a gloomy flashed through his eyes.

After Osal sat down, Villen, who was in the head, spoke, "Okay, everyone is here, let's start next!"

"Before the meeting begins, I will introduce two new colleagues to you!"

After signaling to the archbishops below, Villen pointed to the person on the left and said, "This is Isana, the former sacrificial bishop of the Secretariat, and now the communist fighter and party branch secretary. She will be responsible for establishing the Truth Court and serving as the first Supreme Court of Justice in the future."

Villen's introduction attracted everyone's attention, and several archbishops looked at Isana, especially Maradal, with a hint of relief and sigh.

Isana, who was stared at by everyone's eyes, stood up shyly and nodded, then sat down quickly. Villen pointed to Mzdono with a faint smile on the side and explained: "This is my newly recruited consultant, Mzdono, the sage of time, and will join our Draenei family and create a brilliant tomorrow with everyone!"

The room was strangely silent. Several archbishops looked at the smiling Mzdono with expressionless faces. No one stood up to welcome him. Everyone silently looked at the long ears opposite, which had never been seen before.

The atmosphere gradually became strange in silence, and the originally casual Villen's face gradually became serious. He frowned and glanced at the silent archbishops, knocked on the table with a hint of dissatisfaction and said, "What? Do you have any objections?"

Several archbishops still did not answer, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing and embarrassing. Just as the anger in Veren's heart continued to accumulate, Mzdono, who was standing up and whispered: "A few archbishops here, I know that everyone is very curious about my origin. After all, I am a creature that you have never seen before, and I don't know anything about myself."

"My name is Mzdono, I am from the Azeroth world, and I am an elf. Oh, to be precise, I should be a Queldore!"

"Because of the failure of an experiment, I was brought out of my world by the aftermath of the explosion and was trapped in the void. For thousands of years, the empty and empty environment has been tormenting my mind, making me live rather than die in loneliness."

"In order to get rid of this torture, I made a promise to the Sea of ​​Time. As long as someone helps me get out of trouble, I will serve him for a hundred years!"

Feeling the suspicious eyes of the people around me, Mzdono continued to make a fool of himself: "Then a hundred years have passed, and I am still trapped there. I was forced to make a second vow. As long as someone helps me get out of trouble, I will do my best to satisfy all his wishes and serve him and his family for five hundred years!"

Nari asked curiously when she heard this, “That is to say, the Prophet saved you, do you want to help him for five hundred years?”

Mzdono shook his head with a wry smile: "You only guessed half of this beautiful lady!"

"Half?" Nari asked in confusion, frowned, "That half?"

"It is true that the Prophet saved me, but it is not for five hundred years, but for a lifetime!"

"lifetime?"

"Yes, for a lifetime!" Mzdono said lightly: "Because for the fourth time I swear that if anyone can help me leave that damn place, I will be his servant forever until my life comes to an end!"

The fourth time? The few people here couldn't help but look at Muzdono. The long ears in front of him were light, but the first time he could last for 100 years, and the second time he could last for 500 years. Although he didn't say it for the third time, it could not be less than 500 years. In addition, the fourth time, this guy was alone in a narrow space for at least a thousand years. Now it seems that it is normal for both rationality and emotions. For such a guy who is either crazy or has great perseverance, everyone subconsciously raised his mind.

After subconsciously looking at each other, Osar coughed lightly, cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Mzdono, we don't know about you and your race and your profession, and we have never heard of this so-called Azeroth world. Please forgive me for being skeptical until you can't prove your identity!"

"I understand your worries, but time will prove my pledge of loyalty!"

Mzdono put away his smile and turned to the point of seriousness: "In the name of the Sand of Time, I will always be loyal to Lord Villen. If I violate my oath, my soul will be tortured forever in loneliness!"

Looking at Mzdono, who was solemnly making a poisonous oath, several archbishops put aside their thoughts and started to discuss in a low voice. Veron, who was headed, sat there watching with a sarcastic look on his face.

After a long time, Veron interrupted the archbishops' discussion and asked, "Okay, let me tell you what you think!"

Several archbishops looked at me, I looked at you, no one answered. As the atmosphere drove toward silence again, he still knocked on the table and said, "Since no one objected, then this matter is settled. Mzdono, please go back and prepare, and then I will declare your existence to everyone."

Mzdono nodded and sat down. Villen continued, "Then let's start today's meeting!"

"First of all, the first question is about the order I issued a few days ago!"

A sneer appeared on Velen's face when he said this. He said without hiding his attitude: "I heard that someone is very dissatisfied with my decision and is scattering around to raise objections?"

"Hmph, who made them think this way? Who gave them the courage?"

Looking at the archbishops with extremely ugly faces, Villen's eyes flashed with a cold light and said lightly in a depressing atmosphere: "Isana, you are the first justice of the Court of Truth, tell me what you think!"

Isana, who didn't expect that she would be named, was stunned for a moment, then stood up from her seat with a panic expression, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Sir Prophet, this is a betrayal of our tribe and a betrayal of you. This behavior must be severely punished!"

Isana's words shocked the Archbishops. They never expected that the other party would say such words. This was simply unimaginable to the Draenei people in the past. In history, I have never heard of being punished for doubt.

After a moment, Maradal, who had reacted, quickly stood up from his seat and angrily said, "Isana, what are you talking about?"

Staring at the old boss of the past, a softness flashed in Isana's eyes, and then said again: "I'm not talking nonsense. Archbishop Maradal, questioning the prophet's decision, isn't it a betrayal of our people?"

"How can this be considered betrayal? This..."

"This is betrayal!"

Isana interrupted Maradal very strongly: "The great leader Comrade Villen is the sun of our Draenei people, the guiding light for our progress. His existence itself represents the will of all our Draenei people! If anyone questioned Comrade Villen, what is this not betrayal?"

Maradal was speechless for a moment. Isana's words were obviously arguing, but Maradal could not refute it. Could he still bit the bullet and refute that Viren was not?

Looking at Maradal, who was angry and unwilling to sit down, a hint of pleasure flashed in Osal's eyes, and then he couldn't help but lower his head and think: What does Viren mean to do this today? What is he going to do?

Weiren didn't say that he actually didn't know what was going on. To be honest, Isana's performance really satisfies him. The only thing that can be too direct is that it is too direct. The so-called politics emphasizes sweet words, and Isana's performance is completely a political novices, tsk, but she is still too young.

After stopping Isana, who was about to speak again, Villen turned to look at the side: "Mzdono, you have joined our Draenei family. Because you don't know everyone, you are the most fair. This matter will be left to you to deal with. No matter what method you use, the mastermind behind the fuel must find it out for me!"

Scan the archbishops who looked extremely ugly, Mzdono stood up from the seat with a mysterious smile and said with a deep meaning: "No problem, my master, I will definitely complete your order as soon as possible."

"Very good!" Veron nodded with satisfaction: "Next, let's discuss the second thing. Our respected Archbishop Hatalu has made a historic breakthrough in his research not long ago. Next, let him give a detailed report on this breakthrough!"

...

In the evening, Nari, who had finished the meeting for one day, returned to her office tiredly. After quickly filling her stomach, she directly returned to the office. There, her deputy Dakan was waiting for her arrival.

Without any politeness, Nari, who walked into the office, walked down to her seat and asked Dakan, who had been waiting for a long time, "How is the investigation? Is Osar doing it behind the scenes?"

Dakan shook his head when he heard the inquiry, then stared at Nari, who couldn't see the joys and anger, and said carefully: "Miss, I don't know where your information comes from, but according to our investigation, there is indeed someone behind this matter, but he is not Archbishop Osar."

Nari frowned when she heard this: "Who is that?"

"It's Zhamaya, the soul-bounder!"

Dakan took out a thick stack of paper from the package, stepped forward and put it on the desk and said, "Zamaya has been secretly mentioning this matter during this period. When people are talking, they still stir up the fire, guiding other people's thinking and manipulating the direction of public opinion! This is our investigation result, please check it out."

Picking up the report on the table, Naili looked around with expressionless expression. After a while, she threw the report on the table and asked, "How did you find out?"

"This is a coincidence," Dakan explained with a strange expression: "According to your instructions, we secretly monitored the people who were close to Archbishop Osar, but we found nothing until not long ago, a ranger accidentally discovered that scholar Laanda had worked with Zamaya a long time ago, so we also included Zamaya as the target of observation."

Nari was stunned when she heard Dakan's explanation and immediately asked, "Do you say they have worked together? When?"

"This time is quite long!" Dakan smiled bitterly: "According to our investigation, these two people worked together during the Argus period, and we have never contacted each other since we left Argus!"

When Agus period? Naili heard this, and then rubbed his temples with exhaustion. Without evidence, Naili was sure that the soul-bounder Zamaya must be Osar's subordinate. He just thought that the other party had been connected since Agus period. Thinking about the crowd that Osar and his subordinates had been in contact with over the years, even though Naili was ready, he couldn't help but feel cold behind him at this time.

Just as the two of them were thinking about each other, a knock on the door sounded. Naili looked up and a ranger hurriedly walked in and reported: "Miss, a very strange guy came outside. He said he wanted to visit you!"

The strange guy? Neli inexplicably recalled Mzdono whom he had met for the first time in the afternoon and asked quickly: "What does he look like? Are he thin and has a pair of long ears?"

Ranger nodded quickly. Neli, who understood the other party's identity, felt a little strange. What did Mzdono want to do when he came here?

Looking at the contemplative Nari, the Ranger asked carefully: "Miss, do you want to see him? Do you want me to refuse for you?"
Chapter completed!