On the third day after arriving in the city, the old priest had more or less finished investigating the situation.
After all, although he was one of the Church's higher-ups—not one of the very highest—he still knew the Church's internal affairs fairly well. He also knew how to contact the Church's hidden agents and spies stationed in various cities.
Besides, the situation in this city was already extremely serious. Many locals knew at least something about it. After finding several hidden agents, using his connections to meet a few reliable members of the Heresy Tribunal, and spending money to consult various well-informed people, he had more or less grasped the general situation.
However...
The more he learned, the more worried the old priest became!
To the point that he did not go anywhere that day. Instead, he remained in the sitting room of the top-floor suite he had rented, his expression grave as he sat there pondering who knew what.
Thus, when Annie finally got up in the middle of the afternoon and came out, she immediately saw the old man sitting blankly on the sofa in the suite's sitting room, as well as Miss Clete, who was standing nearby with a pot of hot water, looking somewhat at a loss.
"??"
"What's wrong with you two? Aren't you going out to play today?"
Finding it strange, Annie naturally went over and asked curiously.
Yesterday and the day before, she had seen how busy the two of them were. She had only seen them return at night. Yet now, in broad daylight, they were sitting in the sitting room sighing miserably. To Annie, that was indeed quite strange.
"..."
Clete glanced at Annie, then at her father. She opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing.
"Ahem!"
"It's because