The Hypocritical Holy Knight 107 Part 2

Elves are a race full of wisdom. It is rumored that the elven mother tree growing in the holy land of the elven race even has the ability to predict the future. It indeed possesses the power of prophecy as in the legends. Twenty years ago, it already gave the elves a prophecy that the Delan Continent was about to undergo a great change.

This great change refers to the descent of the God of Darkness onto the Delan Continent.

However, even gods cannot accurately predict the trajectory of the future, let alone the limited prophetic ability of the elven mother tree. It did not give specific details, only pointing out that the great change was about to occur in the Church of Light.

Therefore, the Elf Queen immediately made the choice to let the newborn blood elf go undercover among the Delan nobility, so that the elven race would not be too passive when the great change occurred.

Although this newborn blood elf seemed too young in terms of age, he was also a natural and outstanding disguiser like his predecessors.

Since he replaced the identity of their deceased eldest son at Duke Ace's vacation manor twenty years ago, he has successively gone through Ace Manor, the Imperial Knights... until he arrived at the Church of Light, never revealing a single tail.

After sitting in the position of the Holy Knight Commander, he had countless dealings with the Pope. But facts have proven that even the Pope, the most powerful light magic practitioner on the entire continent, failed to see through the blood elf's true face despite such frequent contact.

However, the purpose of the elves and the true identity of Ambrose didn't really have much direct relation to him. After all, Cecil was just an insignificant little cannon fodder in the power struggle of the church, and his death had no direct connection with this Knight Commander.

He suddenly thought of Ambrose so solemnly, simply because it suddenly occurred to him that the "seed" in his body might be removed through the elves' means.

It was rumored that the sacred pool under the elven mother tree had the ability to purify and heal, able to expel all impurities from the creatures immersed in it.

Of course, there were similar places in the Church of Light, known as the "Blessing Pool of the Goddess of Light". It was a small pool of water that was imbued with the divine power of light by the Goddess of Light three hundred years ago. It was precisely because of this pool that the Church of Light chose to establish its main church in Syphir and strictly protected the Blessing Pool.

Unlike the sacred pool of the elves, the effect of the Blessing Pool was only for humans. It could cleanse the human body, expel all darkness, and transform the body to have a greater affinity for the power of light.

But obviously, the Pope would definitely not lift a stone to smash his own feet and allow him to go to the Blessing Pool to purify his body.

The most reliable method he could think of now was to purify his body through the sacred pool of the elves.

However, the problem was that the elves, as in the legends, were a proud and xenophobic race. Their tribes were hidden deep in the perilous Eternal Night Forest. For thousands of years, countless creatures had tried to find their gathering place, but without exception, they all disappeared in the forest, and even their corpses could not be found.

Even if he was lucky enough to escape all the dangers in the Eternal Night Forest and find the gathering place of the elves, how could he avoid being driven away by the xenophobic elves at the first moment of meeting?

Even if the elves reluctantly let him stay, when they heard his brazen request to enter the elven sacred pool, they would definitely angrily throw him into the Eternal Night Forest to feed the beasts.

The power of the sacred pool was limited. Each time a creature was purified, the power of the sacred pool would be weakened. And the natural growth rate of the sacred pool's power was very slow. Even the elves themselves rarely had the opportunity to be allowed to enter the elven sacred pool to receive purification, so how could they agree to such a request from an outsider?

So the only way was for him to come up with a chip of sufficient weight to exchange with the elves.

Not to mention the chip, he already had a general direction in mind. First, he had to get in touch with the only elf he could contact at present - the Knight Commander he had just met today, in order to have a good start for this exchange.

But the temperament of this blood elf was truly worthy of his racial name. He was both gloomy and evil, treating human lives as worthless. Compared to the holy elves, he was more like a demon. It would be easier for him to gain favor by smashing his head against the hard pool wall behind him.

......

It wasn't until his skin was all wrinkled from soaking that He Yan lazily got up from the bath, wiped himself clean, and then put on a soft robe that was much more comfortable than the ceremonial one he wore during the day, and walked out of the Holy Son's private bathroom.

In the night, the Church of Light was still brightly lit and magnificent, as if it were daytime. Balls of light maintained by low-level light magic were suspended high on the white and gold interlaced walls in hollow, slender gold bases, illuminating the knights and bishops who were still on duty in the church.

Accompanied by his attendants, He Yan walked towards the Holy Son's bedchamber.

Who knows which idiot arranged the Holy Son's private bath so far from the bedchamber. The autumn night wind blew away the last bit of warmth left on his body after bathing, and in order to maintain his demeanor, he couldn't use light magic to warm himself, leaving his body half-stiff from the cold.

The knights and bishops who passed by all saluted and greeted him. As a revered Holy Son with nothing but status, He Yan naturally did not need to return their salutes. He only needed to nod in acknowledgment when they greeted him to perfectly maintain his persona.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the shining silver shoulder armor of a knight, and He Yan suddenly thought of Ambrose, who had been troubling him for a long time.

He really wanted to use his spiritual power to probe Ambrose. The feeling of Ambrose's kiss on the back of his hand in the daytime always made him uncontrollably concerned.

This abnormal feeling made him wonder if this black-hearted Knight Commander could be his... lover in this life.

If Ambrose was really his lover, it would be fine, but if not, his rash probing of Ambrose would undoubtedly be equivalent to a signal of attack. With Ambrose's temperament, he had good reason to believe that he might not even live to see the remaining two years and would die prematurely from the blood elf's revenge.

Thinking of this, He Yan couldn't help but frown slightly.

Perhaps it was because a certain someone appeared in his mind too frequently. As he turned the corner of the corridor, a tall, familiar figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Ambrose's proportions were undoubtedly excellent. His shoulders were flat and broad, and his bulging pectoral muscles could not be covered by the fitted knight's uniform. A golden belt outlined the lean lines of his waist, and below were two long legs. As he walked, the beautiful muscle lines on his legs were clearly outlined by the light and fitted knight's trousers, and his whole person exuded a sense of testosterone-filled power.

No wonder so many noble ladies in the Delan Empire were eager to sleep with him.

Seeing him approach, the Knight Commander, who had originally been whispering something to a knight, took a step forward, placed his right hand on his left shoulder to show his loyalty, and bowed to him in a daily salute, "Good evening, Your Highness Cecil."

He Yan stopped and politely replied, "Good evening, Sir Ambrose."

Ambrose straightened up, looked him over a little, and then suddenly took off his knight's coat. To the surprise of the attendants, he leaned forward slightly, bowed, and draped the coat over his shoulders.

He Yan stood still, not avoiding Ambrose's somewhat abrupt movement.

The coat, still carrying the warmth of the knight's body, enveloped his entire being in the scent of another person.

It was a light and cold minty fragrance, a scent that leaned towards being frigid. It was the kind of perfume that only a quiet and gentlemanly person would wear, creating a subtle sense of separation from Ambrose's body full of masculine hormones.

Once before, he had smelled a similar scent on another person.

Having draped the coat over him, Ambrose straightened up and turned his head to the side, rebuking the attendants with a displeased expression, "In such cold weather during late autumn, do you not know to prepare a warm coat for His Holiness?"

The attendants lowered their heads in a fluster after being scolded by him, apologizing repeatedly with unconcealed panic on their faces.

The holy knight's deep blue eyes reflected shattered starlight under the illumination of the Light Technique, as mysterious and deep as the dark night sky at this moment. His deep-set eye sockets also appeared exceptionally charming, and one couldn't help but want to lightly rub a finger along his tall, straight nose bridge. His thin lips were firmly pressed together, subtly revealing that his personality was not as gentle as it appeared on the surface.

"It was my lack of consideration. Please don't blame them anymore," He Yan reached out and grasped the cold, hard coat draped over his body. His eyes flickered slightly for a moment before he suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Lord Ambrose, could you escort me back to my sleeping quarters?"