This meeting was actually just a joint operation of the Healing Church and Byron Vis, merely informing the hunters who were the main force of the operation.
Regardless of whether Maria had doubts, the operation itself would not stop due to anyone's suspicion.
After all... this might be my last chance.
Lawrence's hands were pressed against the stone table of the pulpit, and even though his fingers clung to the edge of the table, they couldn't stop trembling slightly.
It was as if his brain had severely lost control over those small muscles in his fingers.
However, beneath the wide and intricate robe of his position as archbishop, no one had yet seen this.
The stone table on the pulpit was originally used by the clergy to place texts upon when preaching to the faithful.
But now, Lawrence stood against the stone table, bowing his head, motionless.
That standard face of a Byron Vis scholar, calm yet gloomy, just stared blankly at the empty stone table.
