Half a month later, beneath the wilderness south of the Stone Tower Minotaur Clan in the Graylight Wasteland, three Corrupt Cult bishops sat together, studying intelligence they had bought from an informant with grave expressions.
"How did they find out?"
"I'm curious too." The Red-haired Woman tapped her fingers against the table and said in a low voice, "Other than attacking that Eternal Dawn Knight's territory, we basically haven't left this place for the past half year."
"The power we used was also entirely our own," the young man seated on the right added, his hands resting on his knees as he leaned slightly forward.
"Let's not talk about that for now. What we need to consider is how to evade the screening." The middle-aged man in the center looked at the two of them, his face dark. "I assume you both know Ironthorn Archbishop's methods."
A fierce glint flashed through the Red-haired Woman's eyes. She slapped the table and said, "Then kill him."
The young man turned his gaze toward her, his voice calm. "What if the Archbishop himself comes?"
"Uh—"
Hearing that, the Red-haired Woman was momentarily at a loss for words. Even if the three of them joined forces, whether they could last three minutes against an Archbishop was questionable.
The middle-aged man waved his hand, stopping the two who were about to argue, and slowly said, "First, clean up the people we infected recently. Then we'll deal with the crisis that's about to arrive."
"Fine."
"We'll do as you say."
Seeing this, the two said nothing more and rose to leave.
Bang—
After the door sealed shut again, the middle-aged man slowly stood up. With a thought, he opened an underground passage.
It wasn't that they didn't want to flee. It was that the Archbishop's aura