After rescuing Latus and taking away the core portion of Lingwen Royal Library, Lin Qi and his group headed for the Dawn Temple before daybreak.
Lin Qi had a teleportation array that could return directly to Dragon Mountain Territory, but he deliberately went to the Dawn Temple to borrow its teleportation array. He also specifically had Alda put on the robes of a cardinal grand archbishop of the Dawn Temple.
What had happened last night was far too shocking.
The Empire's deposed prince, Latus, had fled; three secret demigod retainers of House of Gaul had been knocked unconscious; and the enormous Royal Library had suddenly vanished without a trace. Lin Qi could tell with his ass what sort of chaos the Gallic Empire would descend into. That was why he had Alda leave using the Dawn Temple's teleportation array—to borrow a god's name and scare people off.
"In the name of the Dawn God, I swear that these matters have absolutely nothing to do with the great Longshan Family!"
"What? You dare suspect the Longshan Family of doing this? You may eat recklessly, but you cannot speak recklessly. Are you questioning the Dawn God? Hey, hey, hey, captain of the Dawn Knights—these people are all heretics. Arrest them and send them to the stake!"
Lin Qi suddenly felt that forging ties with Laite Chenxi might not have been the wisest decision of his life, but it was certainly one of the wisest. If he could put on religion's tiger-skin coat early, then he ought to put it on early!
Unlike the emperors and nobles of the Western Continent, Lin Qi could not care less about disputes between divine authority and imperial authority. They were nothing more than struggles over profit, and profit was what Lin Qi cared least about. So