Chapter 709: Chapter 499, Saint Maozi_2
“How many days do you plan on interrogating him?” Baccarat asked again.
“Seven days, or if the evidence is irrefutable, he’ll stay in the dungeon forever,” the Temple Knight answered.
Baccarat sneered, “The Federal Conference is in seven days. If he can’t attend, how do you plan to explain that to his lordship?”
Upon hearing these words, the Temple Knight seemed taken aback.
Baccarat continued, “You’ve taken him in today, but the one who ends up in the dungeon may not be him. Think it through.”
“Are you saying he’s a council member?” The Temple Knight took another look at Fang Hao.
“I’ve said what needs to be said. If you have evidence that he’s involved with the undead, arresting him would be quite the achievement. But if you don’t, the Church won’t spare you, the Justice Alliance won’t spare you, and all the council members attending the conference won’t spare you. Think it through,” Baccarat’s voice grew lower.
The Temple Knight’s forehead began to sweat, and the attendant behind him was also looking at Fang Hao’s party in surprise.
Apparently, they had not investigated the identities of Fang Hao and his companions before stirring trouble.
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At this point, they were somewhat undecided.
Involuntarily, they glanced towards a second-floor window of the tavern.
Fang Hao, Anjia, and the others noticed this movement and also looked towards the second floor.
Their angle of view was different from the Temple Knights.
They vaguely saw someone receding back into the shadows.
Meanwhile, the Temple Knights below seemed to have received a signal and said, “Let’s go.”
Hastily, they turned to leave.
Fang Hao’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t attempt to stop them.
Instead, he went straight to the entrance of the nearby tavern with his people, blocking the only exit.
The faces of the Temple Knights changed as they tried to intervene, but Fang Hao and his party were quicker.
They went straight into the tavern, ascending to the second floor with their retinue.
They pushed open a room near the street.
The inside of the room was lavishly decorated.
A young man dressed in church attire was sitting by the window side of the table, nonchalantly eating.
Seeing Fang Hao come in, he showed no surprise but gave a peaceful smile.
“Mr. Fang Hao, we meet again!”
Recognizing the man in the room, Fang Hao’s eyes narrowed slightly.
It was him, that mixed-race guy.
They had met briefly at the auction held by the Trade Alliance.
At that time, they only nodded at each other from a distance, they never interacted.
By now, Fang Hao only remembered that he was a saint from the church; he had forgotten his name.
He watched the guy calmly greet him.
He didn’t seem at all flustered by what had just happened.
Fang Hao sat down across from him, also smiling, “Yes, what should I call you, brother?”
“Xu Haide,” he calmly said his name.
At that moment, hurried footsteps could be heard outside the room, and the Temple Knights from earlier were seen rushing up.
They were stopped by the Lionheart Knight, and both sides seemed ready for a fight.
Xu Haide spoke towards the door, “You wait outside.”
“Yes!”
The few people from the Temple Knights responded and obediently stood outside.
“So, I offended Brother Xu, and today you sent people to cause trouble for me?” Fang Hao didn’t beat around the bush and spoke directly.
Xu Haide maintained a calm expression, whether it was because he had spent a lot of time in the church or it was just his temperament, there was a certain emotionless quality about him, a lot like the others in the church.
“I asked them to invite you over, but I didn’t expect them to offend Mr. Fang Hao,” Xu Haide said.
Fang Hao didn’t believe his words.
Earlier, the group had glanced at the second floor before giving up on antagonizing Fang Hao.
It was clear that he was the one pulling the strings.
But Fang Hao didn’t plan on dwelling on this, “I’m here now, so what do you want?”
“I heard that Mr. Fang Hao has some connections with the undead.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room became tense again.
Xu Haide had just apologized, but now he was bringing this up.
In fact, Fang Hao’s connection to the undead wasn’t a secret.
The Skeleton Merchant would bring goods to the cities of various transmigrators every day.
Although there was no Skeleton Merchant in Xu Haide’s city, learning about these matters in the channel wasn’t difficult.
“What? You’re going to judge me on behalf of the God of Light?” Fang Hao scoffed.
“The Undead Clan is the natural enemy of all living creatures. Once the conference and the church learn of it, they might spare no expense to eradicate your city. I’m afraid there would be no place for you in the Hundred Cities anymore.” Xu Haide took a sip of his wine after he finished speaking.
He clearly displayed the demeanor of someone in a position of power.
Fang Hao naturally understood Xu Haide’s intention; he was threatening him. He knew that Fang Hao must have some connection to the undead, and his earlier attempt to arrest Fang Hao was sincere.
However, he didn’t expect Fang Hao to be so audacious, not even considering the church personnel as a threat in Silver Wing City.
Now, he was even more straightforward.
But at the same time, he must have other things to discuss; otherwise, he wouldn’t be telling Fang Hao all this.
“Speak your mind.”
Xu Haide put down his wine glass, “Help me with a few things. If you do well, your secret won’t reach the church’s ears.”
“Oh? I wonder what kind of favor you need help with,” Fang Hao’s eyes sparkled.
Xu Haide gave Fang Hao a serious look and stated outright, “Give me your Book of Lords. When I absorb it, you’ll become my City Lord, and then I’ll tell you the tasks you need to perform.”