In the imperial palace, Mir and Silas searched around but couldn't find that human-faced rat. Finally, the two stood at an uncovered sewer entrance, confirming that the creature had entered and exited through the sewers.
"Having such a large sewer entrance is not a good thing," Silas said, crouching down and measuring the sewer entrance, which could fit a human head, half-jokingly.
Mir crouched down, trying to find some useful clues, such as fallen fur from the human-faced rat, but unfortunately, he found nothing.
"This problem is a bit troublesome. Regardless of whether the array can detect this special kind of kin, even if it can, the modification time would be at least two months," Mir stood up, frowning slightly.
Silas tapped the sewer entrance with his staff and asked, "Can we station people to guard down there? If they can't be seen, can we set up some physical traps made of mystical materials?"
Mir glanced at Silas. "Look at you, an idiot in architectural engineering. The entire castle is so large, and the sewer system is intricate and complex. Let alone whether people can get in, even if they could, do you think it's realistic?"
Silas shrugged innocently. "I'm helping you broaden your horizons, Master."
Perhaps because something he couldn't control had occurred, Mir was somewhat agitated at this moment. "I don't have time to listen to your humorous jokes right now. This matter must be resolved as soon as possible, or the trouble will be great."
Silas looked around and then retracted his gaze. "If we can't guarantee where this thing comes in from, then let's ensure Connor's safety!"
Mir was silent for a moment, then nodded. "For now, that's all we can do. We need to think of a solution to this matter as soon as possible."
"I'll contact my person tonight and see if he has any solutions," Silas said casually.
"Your person? Can he crawl into the sewer?" Mir asked back.
Silas thought for a moment and smiled. "Actually, he really can crawl into the sewer."
After confirming that the problem of the human-faced rat invasion could not be resolved, Mir strengthened the protection for Connor, who was currently undergoing surgery, even dispatching his right-hand man and most favored apprentice, Marvel.
Connor's surgery lasted a full four hours. With the efforts of five doctors and six nurses, most of the fluid in his chest and abdominal cavities was finally drained. Then, drainage tubes were inserted into his ribs and abdomen simultaneously to slowly guide out the remaining fluid.
Additionally, his lungs underwent simple treatment, his severed intestines were re-sutured, and the royal blood bank was also utilized, providing him with a sufficient amount of blood.
After all, he had lost too much blood before.
Looking at Connor with two tubes inserted into his body, Silas deeply missed the world-class medical facilities and blood therapy techniques of the Holy Blood Church.
In the evening, Silas and Helles, under Vanas's hospitality, had the most luxurious and complex dinner of their lives.
There weren't many people at dinner: Silas's group of three and Vanas's group of three, a total of six people. They began their banquet served by four attendants and six maids.
On the dining table, covered with white lace gauze and made of gold-threaded nanmu wood, the first course was a vegetable salad primarily consisting of baby bok choy, tomatoes, and apples, with a bit of white vinegar added, making it sweet and sour and palatable. After a simple serving, the first main course was an appetizer meat broth made from white bear paws, followed by the second, third, and fourth courses, which were local game: roasted black-fleshed elk, roasted golden-skinned suckling pig, and perfectly cooked purple eel.
There were also desserts after the meal, food carved from marzipan, as well as waffles, cakes, and seasonal fresh fruits.
This meal gave Silas many emotional sighs. On the one hand, the taste of these foods was indeed delicious. On the other hand, throughout the entire dining process, the elegant and noble Vanas gave Silas, this bottom-tier commoner, a good lesson on noble dining etiquette.
The posture for eating, the way of holding knives and forks, the movement of wiping one's mouth, and the rhythm of speaking and eating, and so on. Looking at her elegant and composed demeanor, Silas looked down at himself and immediately felt completely outdone.
"After this, I must study this aspect thoroughly. When the Church develops and grows in the future, it will definitely be useful!" Silas secretly vowed in his heart.
Of course, Vanas did not feel disgusted or look down upon Silas's rather unrefined and tasteless way of eating and posture. On the contrary, she believed that this was a special dining habit specifically developed by His Holiness the Pope for the Evening Bell Church and even secretly planned to consult Helles about it later.
After a sumptuous and elaborate dinner, Silas ate well but wasn't full, and at the same time, he was very tired, both mentally and physically, because the entire dining time lasted a full hour and a half.
Helles, however, didn't pay much attention, ate with gusto, her little belly even bulging slightly, a look of satisfaction on her face.
After the luxurious banquet, they prepared to rest.
Arriving in the dream, Silas first used his authority to summon Randall.
The current overall situation here was very suitable for Randall's abilities.
According to Helles's description, Randall had been in the Blood Haze Sacred Pool for almost two months. Before entering, the time he had agreed upon with Helles was about forty days. Now, forty-four days had already passed.
Silas estimated he should be out by now, so he proceeded with a direct summoning.
After the summoning, Silas concealed his divine body and transformed into the form of an ordinary person.
He had already decided that for a long time in the future, his divine body would not appear again.
Establishing authority once was enough. Appearing too frequently and interacting with ordinary people violated the dignity of a deity.
As he was about to leave the main hall, Silas noticed three items in a corner of the hall.
A dilapidated ancient text, a skull burning with green flames, and a black glove.
"Right, I forgot about these since then. These things were just thrown here without being researched. After meeting Randall later, I'll study them properly. Perhaps after being processed by the divine body, my current physical body can use them!"
When Silas walked out of the main hall, he happened to see Randall, looking bewildered, being brought here by two frost knights.
"Your Holiness the Pope, this is…" Randall looked at this vast graveyard and the surrounding mist and graves, unable to regain his senses.
Silas said with an adoring expression, "My Lord's divine kingdom has fully unfolded, transforming from a warship into this specter graveyard. Now, tens of thousands of the Lord's people reside here."
Randall, upon hearing this, immediately understood and said with adoration, "My Lord's divine might is indeed beyond the speculation and imagination of us dull-witted mortals."
Silas didn't have time to listen to his endless and unrepeating boasting and asked directly, "You're out now, right?"
Hearing the question, Randall sighed. "Yes, I entered the Blood Haze Sacred Pool to seek advice from my ancestors. The ancestors said that if possible, it would be best for you to go there personally. They are old and don't want to take too many risks."
Silas nodded in agreement. "No problem, rest assured."