Cristoforo was silent for a moment.
Previously, Phrolova had advised him not to capsize in the gutter, yet how did you get captured first?
He could only hope that Lucian would show mercy, after all, Phrolova was also an important member of Fractsidus.
He also hoped that Phrolova would keep her mouth shut; she knew many secrets about Fractsidus.
Cristoforo shook his head: "You don't need to worry about the rest."
"I will go and take a look personally."
The Alessio priest wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Alright... alright..."
The priest was somewhat afraid of the Cristoforo before him.
Although he usually appeared with a smiling face, in his presence, there was a feeling of being seen through, as if he had no secrets at all.
...
The wooden door of the confessional opened, and Rover and the others were already waiting outside.
Rover noticed the person hoisted over Lucian's shoulder and was immediately startled: "What thing did you bring back hugging like that!?"
Zani pondered: "That doesn't seem like a thing; it seems like a person."
Phrolova's expression was cold. Who are you calling not a thing?
Phoebe leaned in for a closer look and saw Phrolova's uncovered eye staring coldly at her.
Phoebe was startled by her gaze, then said cautiously: "I remember now; isn't this the... Phrolova from that live stream before?"
Zani raised an eyebrow: "So Priestess Phoebe also surfs the web in her spare time?"
Phoebe embarrassedly scratched her head: "That live stream was just too conspicuous; it's hard not to notice it..."
"...Absolutely not because I was deliberately slacking off during work!"
Zani: "..."
Rover looked at the clearly displeased Phrolova and thought: "What do we do now?"
"How about we pry Fractsidus's plan out of her mouth?"
Phrolova snorted coldly, her tone icy: "You can forget about that."
Lucian pinched her plump curve: "How do you speak to my wife like that?"
Phrolova: "..."
You two aren't even married yet; why call her that so intimately!
Ever since that inexplicable dream realm began, Lucian had been taking liberties with her, touching here and there.
Phrolova felt like she was almost getting used to it.
Zani shrugged: "I think it might be difficult to get anything out of a Fractsidus higher-up's mouth."
Phrolova snorted coldly: "So you know that too?"
Lucian pinched her plump curve again: "How do you speak to my guard like that?"
Phrolova: "?"
I didn't realize you were so protective of your own.
Is this your family's guard that you're protecting?
Isn't this an employee of the Montelli family?
Phoebe swallowed, her white-stockinged long legs involuntarily rubbing together.
Why isn't this Fractsidus higher-up resisting?
Could it be like in the novels...
On the surface, she looks displeased, but actually enjoying it deep down?
But would there really be such people in reality?
Phoebe thought she was probably bound and unable to resist, so she just gave up.
Phoebe said softly: "By the way, she's a member of Fractsidus; if we treat her like this, won't people from Fractsidus come looking for trouble?"
Phrolova sneered: "If you know what's going to happen, why not let me go quickly?"
Lucian patted her elastic plump curve: "How do you speak to my white-stocking purifier priestess like that?"
Phrolova: "???"
What did you just say about a priestess?
White stockings?
Phrolova thought she must have misheard.
So Lucian and this Phoebe also have an affair?
Phoebe's face flushed slightly. What white-stocking purifier priestess... that's too embarrassing...
Lucian chuckled: "No matter; now she's our hostage—that's my goal."
"As long as we keep holding her, people related to Fractsidus will naturally come knocking."
Rover nodded slightly: "That's actually a good idea."
"If Phrolova is leading the plan in Ragunna, then Fractsidus internally might already be in chaos."
Phrolova closed her beautiful eyes and said nothing. This time's script was arranged by Cristoforo.
So it was impossible for there to be chaos.
However, the possibility of Cristoforo coming to rescue her wasn't high, after all, his strength wasn't that great.
Perhaps Cristoforo would come to check, but she only hoped he wouldn't get himself involved.
If he slipped up, it would be bad; Lucian was perceptive—if he noticed anything, then Fractsidus really would be in chaos.
For now, the best choice was for Cristoforo not to appear; being captured was just being captured.
Anyway, based on the current situation, aside from the touching, Lucian probably wouldn't do anything else to her for the time being.
Phoebe nodded slightly in understanding: "In that case, follow me."
"Going out through this cave, we'll soon reach the outside world."
Everyone followed Phoebe forward, and along the way, Lucian kept caressing Phrolova's long legs.
Not only does giving roses leave a lingering fragrance on the hand, but the Red Spider Lily is fragrant too.
Phrolova kept her beautiful eyes tightly closed, silently enduring everything.
As the saying goes, if you can't resist, then enjoy it.
Lucian's caressing technique was indeed very comfortable; she felt an unprecedented relaxation.
But at the same time, this also gave Phrolova a bit of a headache, after all, she was now a prisoner.
So she was in a state of pain mixed with pleasure.
However, although Lucian's technique was very comfortable, she still had to find a way to leave.
If Lucian kept binding her with this rope, then she would probably have to wait for rescue or a suitable opportunity.
Sitting and waiting for death wasn't Phrolova's style; she felt she still needed to take the initiative and get Lucian to untie her!
But achieving that was no less difficult than ascending to heaven, so she still needed to think carefully about how to do it best...
Meanwhile, passing through the cave filled with burning candles.
The glow at the cave mouth gradually faded, and everyone saw the wondrous sight before them.
The entire heaven and earth were dyed golden yellow, as if they had traversed to another world.
The sound of bagpipes from somewhere drifted into everyone's ears, layer upon layer, leisurely and carefree.
Most eye-catching was the Montelli family's Averardo Vault, like a great eagle about to spread its wings and soar, towering into the clouds.
Below, the Nimbus Sanctum was enveloped in a sea of clouds, hidden within, faintly visible.
The entire heaven and earth were like immortal mountains and jade pavilions, a paradise on earth.
Rover said softly: "So this is the true Rinascita."
Phoebe smiled at the corner of her mouth: "That's right! But Rinascita's scenery isn't limited to this; next time there's a chance, I'll take you to see more."
Zani furrowed her delicate brows: "But this place is so big; how are we supposed to find Gilberto?"
Lucian set Phrolova down, then pinched her small face: "Let me ask you; where did you hide Gilberto?"
At Lucian's tone, Phrolova just wanted to headbutt him.
She thought it, and she did it.
But Lucian leaned back and dodged.
He even smoothly pulled her into his embrace, smirking: "Throwing yourself into my arms so quickly?"
"Unfortunately, I love my wife very much; I'm the man you'll never get."
Rover patted Lucian's shoulder: "You'd better really mean that."
Phrolova had some confidence in her own beauty.
So she was somewhat dissatisfied with his words.
If it were anyone else, Phrolova might have believed it, but coming from Lucian's mouth, the credibility was basically zero.
Not to mention that Lucian had more than just Rover.
Wait... Phrolova suddenly had a flash of insight.
Lucian was so lecherous; if she could make him lose his mind in infatuation, perhaps she could get him to release her.
But this was a last resort; unless there were no other options, Phrolova wouldn't use it.
Phrolova snorted coldly: "Then what about all those messy women of yours?"
The corner of Lucian's mouth curved slightly: "You're different from them; even if you get my body, you can't get my heart!"
Phrolova: "..."
Truly shameless.
Rover tugged at Lucian's hair: "So the dagger is revealed now?"
Zani cleared her throat twice: "That is, let's hurry and find Gilberto; it would be bad if he really gets away."
Rover nodded slightly: "This place is so big; we should split up and search, then regroup here at this beacon later."
With that, everyone scattered.
Lucian held Phrolova and whispered in her ear: "How about we play a game?"
Feeling the numbness at her ear, Phrolova asked puzzledly: "What game?"
Lucian laughed: "This game is called exchanging intelligence; as long as you tell me where Gilberto is, I can tell you a piece of intelligence of equal value."
Phrolova scoffed: "Do you think you still have any secrets in front of me?"
Lucian was stunned: "Then let me ask you, what method did I use to make you trip?"
Phrolova: "..."
She had been careless; she really didn't know.
If she knew, how could she have tripped.
Now Phrolova was curious; if she could get Lucian to reveal his secret, it wouldn't be a bad deal.
However, just as Phrolova was about to agree, Cristoforo's voice suddenly came from behind.
"...Hello there, Mr. Lucian, I didn't expect to run into you here."
Cristoforo subtly glanced at Phrolova; she seemed fine, even looking somewhat enjoying it.
Upon hearing this, Lucian turned his head and saw the blond, blue-eyed man he had met on the island with the Dawn Lighthouse—Cristoforo.
Why was he here?
Lucian was somewhat puzzled but didn't think too deeply for now.
After all, this was only their second encounter; if it happened more times, Lucian might have to suspect this man's intentions.
Phrolova's heart sank; he had come after all. She hoped Lucian wouldn't notice anything.
"Why are you here?"
Cristoforo smiled gently: "To be honest, I've recently been writing a script about a saintess."
"It's that famous martyred saintess— Fleurdelys."
Lucian asked puzzledly: "Saintess? Fleurdelys?"
He had been in Ragunna for some time, but he really hadn't heard of any saintess.
"That's right; she heroically sacrificed herself in the 'Black Tide' many years ago, saving all of Ragunna."
"That sacred bird fell in the final moment before the curtain on the stage, collapsing in the center of the temple where the spotlights converged."
"I've always wanted to recreate this romantic and sorrowful scene in a play."
Lucian said uncomprehendingly: "So you came here to find inspiration? What does this place have to do with that saintess?"
"Exactly; this area nearby is Fleurdelys's hometown."
"Although the script is almost done, I always feel like something is missing, so I wanted to come here to find traces of the saintess's early life."
"After all, childhood experiences are crucial for shaping a character's personality."
"Alright, you two; I should go over there to look for traces of the saintess, so I'll take my leave first."
Phrolova watched indifferently as he left from here.
Lucian rubbed his chin, somewhat interested in the saintess he mentioned.
After all, no one had mentioned any saintess before...
And one thing that made him somewhat concerned: Cristoforo appeared so gentlemanly, yet he completely ignored Phrolova by his side?
At the very least, he should ask or greet her.
Could it be that...
Lucian suppressed his guess in his heart.
Lucian playfully pinched Phrolova's pretty face: "Do you know the Fleurdelys he mentioned?"
Phrolova shook her head slightly: "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."
Lucian chuckled: "In that case, how about we continue the previous game?"
Phrolova smiled slightly: "I'm actually interested now; it wouldn't hurt to play with you."
Lucian nodded slightly: "In that case, you tell me first where Gilberto went."
Phrolova shook her head: "Actually, I don't know where he is either, but I can be sure he hasn't gone too far; he should be nearby."
Gilberto was scheming his plan with that bouquet of flowers, but the timing hadn't arrived yet, so he must still be lurking nearby.
Seeing Lucian's thoughtful expression, Phrolova revealed a beautiful smile.
"Alright, now it's my turn to ask a question."
Lucian nodded slightly: "Go ahead."
Phrolova smiled slightly: "What ability did you use to make me fall?"
Lucian knew she would ask this, so he sighed: "Unfortunately, I can't tell you."
Phrolova's expression darkened: "Why?"
"I've already given you the clue about Gilberto."
Lucian caressed Phrolova's fair and tender cheek and laughed: "Gilberto is just a small fry; of course, he can't match the value of your question."
Phrolova shook her head, trying to shake off Lucian's hand, but Lucian had already pinched her cheek; no matter how she shook, it was futile.
"In that case, I can answer another question of yours that matches the value of your ability."
Whether it was that Phrolova was truly extremely curious, or she really thought Gilberto wasn't worth that question's value.
So she decided to answer another question from Lucian.
The corner of Lucian's mouth hooked up slightly: "...Alright."
He leaned close to Phrolova's ear and licked her fair and tender earlobe.
A jolt of electricity passed through Phrolova's entire body, and Lucian watched as her ear slowly turned pink.
Phrolova said angrily: "I told you to ask a question; what are you doing!?"
Lucian chuckled and blew into her ear:
"My next question is... is Cristoforo a member of Fractsidus?"
Upon hearing this, Phrolova's pupils contracted slightly; the previous shame and anger vanished in an instant, and she immediately calmed down.