Chapter 1831: Wolf School Techniques
When the two Old Guard nobles, Little and Valentin, left, their expressions were as grave and complicated as the Cardinal's.
They had never imagined that a God was hidden within Aetandin.
"Little, what do we do next?"
Valentin asked worriedly.
"Stand firmly with the Church of Mist."
"If Aetandin's heir were not the Snake School's heir, we could still choose the Snake School. But now?"
"Other than the Church of Mist, we have no choice."
Little said with certainty.
Valentin nodded.
That was right.
Did they have any choice besides the Church of Mist?
The Royal House of Aitandin was out of the question. His Majesty the Sixth was a figure like a Jackal.
The Temple of the War God?
The same applied there. It was even more worthy of caution than His Majesty the Sixth.
And the Silent Night Secret Society?
Valentin would never associate with those people who experimented on living humans.
After all...
Many of his and Little's relatives had died in that Plague.
Therefore, the Church of Mist was their only choice.
Its doctrine was not only mild, but its strength was also considerable.
It truly was the first choice.
Valentin sighed inwardly.
"Then should we begin investing?"
Valentin continued.
"Investing?"
"No!"
"We must devote everything we have!"
Little smiled.
"What?"
Valentin froze.
But the Count immediately began to ponder it carefully.
He believed Little would never say something without reason.
Then there had to be a reason for doing this.
Although...
He could not quite figure it out, since Little believed the Church of Mist was worth it, then they would do it.
"I'll listen to you."
Valentin replied.
Little nodded slightly. Sitting in the carriage, his eyes turned unfocused as he thought once more of that girl from before.