Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1032 - 757: Rocky McCarthy Reunites with an Old Friend_2

The magic power, incomparable to anything before, blossomed once again in this space, capturing their attention.

Lanci was witnessing the long-distance teleportation magic for the first time.

Had there not been an all-encompassing barrier, the endpoint of the magic fluctuation at the peak of eighth rank would have certainly alerted the Cerryti Empire.

The vortex of the Dimensional Gate gradually took shape, its edges glowing with a cold light, emitting a grating hum.

"Dimensional Bishop."

Lanci muttered as he looked at the Dimensional Gate.

He had already encountered several Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church.

Each was an almost invincible entity.

Just as Loren had demonstrated to him, if one were to appear in the sight of a Cardinal Bishop, there was no possibility of using force to respond.

The Dimensional Bishop, although a troublesome individual, was better than the other Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church.

Perhaps by telling Tolyado that he was Lanci, considering the relationship from the time he had donated to Ichrite Academy, Tolyado might be willing to talk to him.

"No need to find what comes finding you; I just stumbled upon a clue tonight, and here you are, the fellow impersonating Landry, delivering yourself to my doorstep."

A series of even, swift footsteps sounded from within the Spatial Gate.

The vortex slowly opened, and a figure appeared in the second-floor room of the opera house, the light outlining his form.

The twilight on the balcony grew denser as the moonlight was blocked by the thick dark clouds, casting an ominous shadow over the entire sky and dimming the room by several degrees.

He was a young man about 1.85 meters tall, with jet-black, medium-length hair occasionally covering his deep, star-like eyes, which carried a hint of melancholy as if they held the mysteries of the universe. He was dressed in a black and white checkered shirt and a loose-fitting black long coat.

His face was handsome yet slightly worn, and he was still yawning.

"Abigail, well done; I’m actually investigating this matter."

Tolyado’s voice was not at all deep but rather light and casual.

"This doesn’t excuse neglecting me as a theater actress; if I believed you, today’s performance would have been ruined."

Abigail said coldly, with her arms crossed.

Just the thought of it made her blood boil.

Previously, as a bishop, she had done some erratic things, like irritating the Bishop of Destruction and then getting beaten to a hasty retreat, disappearing for almost half a year. She had been afraid of being implicated and had swiftly distanced herself from the Dimensional Bishop, even discarding the Saint’s Testimony.

"Hmm?"

Lanci, observing the Dimensional Bishop deep in conversation with Abigail, couldn’t shake the feeling that this man seemed strangely familiar.

His appearance was different.

Perhaps it was predetermined in the mysterious workings of fate; Landry really seemed to have died due to luck.

This was why the Rebirth Church shouldn’t make oaths to the Goddess of Destiny lightly.

Swearing to the gods is a very solemn matter, and people believe the gods will listen.

There’s a legend that the divinity of the Goddess of Destiny lies in the fact that as long as you pray to her, she then has the slightest right to interfere with your destiny, and the more devout and prolonged your prayers, the more your heartfelt wishes will be communicated to her.

With every oath to each deity, regardless of whether these deities still exist or can interfere in the worldly affairs, karma may be formed.

The Rebirth Church had several instances of high-ranking individuals praying to the Goddess of Destiny for redemption and then defecting, as well as being unable to distinguish whether they were enemies of the Rebirth Church from the start.

No one could clearly say whether it was coincidence or destiny.

"So, do you understand? We can’t let Landry die so inexplicably. For us, the most important thing is not revenge nor justice but the truth."

Abigail also turned to look at Lanci,

"This is our respect for Landry; I must know what happened. Any concealment from you will only cost you more."

That kind of ambiguous attitude wouldn’t work with her, let alone asking her to sit down calmly and have a talk first.

"Alright, the first thing, let me see the face under your mask, who are you really? There’s no need to disguise yourself as Landry anymore."

Tolyado leaned against the wall, arms crossed, speaking airily.

He wasn’t particularly good at interrogation; he wasn’t gentle or harsh. However, if the other party was willing to cooperate, he could save himself a lot of trouble.

"..."

Lanci helplessly produced a [Transformation Magic: Human], perhaps he had dispelled the Concealment Magic on his body, or perhaps he had added a new layer on top.

In an instant, his appearance was no longer that of a black-haired, blue-eyed Imperial young professor, but morphed into a brown-haired, green-eyed man.

"Are you mocking me?"

Abigail scrutinized this actor’s new appearance, feeling this was also a disguise.

He had replaced one false identity with another.

Abigail had never seen this man; he was not any significant figure in the South Continent.

A total disappointment.

It looked like Tolyado would need to use some harsher methods.

However,

At the sight of this brown-haired, green-eyed man, Tolyado, who was standing aside, had already raised his hand, pointing at him.

"Holy shit, McCarthy!"

Tolyado exclaimed loudly.