"Are you fucking kidding me..." In the bar, the local snake with a fleshy face looked at the tall Lancelot in front of him in shock. He stood up nervously, grabbed the dagger at his waist, and cursed at Britney, "You fucking bring a round table knight to me?"

Lancelot stretched out his hand to press it, as if to soothe the local snake's emotions, and said calmly: "No need to disturb me. I am not traveling for official business now. I am looking for you for a business. I just treat me as an ordinary church people."

Perhaps because Lancelot was next to him, Britney was much more confident. She looked at the local snake in a coquettish manner and said, "Put down your hand! This knight grandpa cuts you a few as easy as chopping watermelons."

The local snake was sweating all over his face. Half of the dagger in his hand was unsheathed, but he couldn't help but tremble under Lancelot's stare. Finally, he thought about it. No matter what the purpose of the round table knight was, there was only one dead end to head-on conflict. He could only push the dagger back hard and said cursingly: "There is no watermelon this season!"

Seeing that the other party had put away his hostility, Lancelot also sat down friendly, took a sip of the water brought by the waiter, and said, "Let's get back to the point, I need some information about the Holy See."

The local snake looked confused: "You are the Knight of the Round Table. Are you asking me, a countryman, for information about the Holy See?"

Lancelot didn't want to explain it from scratch and asked directly: "How is it, or can't."

"Of course not! Damn it, if I have this ability, I will not go to peek at the pope's feet every day..." The local snake said this, realizing that it had leaked, and deliberately coughed hard, and said seriously, "Knight of the Round Table, I will tell you that there are indeed spiritualists in my team, but..."

"What?!" Before the local snake could finish his words, Lancelot directly held the sword and said sternly, "You should know that it is illegal to cultivate spiritual visionists without permission!"

The Spirit-Sighted One is a profession in the Cross Church. They can attach consciousness to animals, occupy their actions and five senses, and thus achieve the purpose of detection. The old friend of Lancelot's Cardinal is a high-level Spirit-Sighted One, and his favorite animal is the raven. In the sky, this bird can see everything clearly.

It is precisely because of this omnipresent investigation ability that the Cross Church stipulates that the spirit vision can only be cultivated by the church, and those who possess the spirit vision talent among the people will be taken to the church for unified management. Cultivating the spirit vision privately is a serious sin and may be sentenced to life imprisonment.

The local snake was speechless for a moment and could only smile awkwardly: "You want to...you want to have a meal..."

Lancelot sighed heavily, no longer prosecuted any illegal or illegal things, but instead became interested and asked, "Can your spiritual vision come to the Holy See?"

The local snake said timidly: "Sorry, Knight of the Round Table, you should also know that there are a large number of spiritual vision bishops on duty above the Holy See. If you get too close, you will expose our location, so we cannot get close to the Holy See and can only wander around about twenty kilometers at most."

"Enough! It's totally enough!" Lancelot hammered his palm and said, "You don't have to see the details of the Vatican church clearly. You just need to observe the mobilization of the knights in the city from afar, what color of armor, flags, and which direction to go, and tell me these."

The local snake thought for a while, nodded and said, "As you wish."

Two hours later, the white dove of the Spirit Vision arrived at a twenty kilometers away from the Holy See. The local snake's spirit Vision was sitting in a bar in a sitting posture, with strange patterns constantly shining in its pupils, and its head trembled from time to time, and said with a striking remark: "I saw...black armor...cross flags... so many..."

Lancelot asked: "Describe the details of the flag."

Spiritual visionary: "White...white cross, red background..."

Lancelot waved: "The Hospital Knights are all inferior knights, ignoring these people! Looking for the black cross flag on white background! That is the high-level Teutonic Knights!"

The head of the spiritual visionist kept shaking and turning, and two eyeballs shining with patterns were also turning in their eyes. They suddenly froze and said in confusion: "Strange... There is indeed a black cross flag on the white background... But there are some yellow borders on the black cross. Hiss... It's too far away to see clearly... I can only tell that it is yellow..."

Lancelot frowned and said, "The Prussian brigade, that is the elite of the Teutonic Knights. Everyone is personally selected by the commander of the Hoanlison Legion. They are all elite knights selected from thousands! Where are they?"

Spiritual Person: "A big church... in the center of the Vatican..."

Lancelot: "Bossalle! Pope's location!"

Spirit Visioner: "Wait... there is a new group of knights...the red armor, like flames!"

Lancelot: "The Lionheart Guard! It is named after Richard, the King of Lionheart of England. This is the Pope's personal guard. Everyone can hunt lord-level beasts alone! Why does the Pope's personal guard mix with the elite of the Legion commander?...Is the Pope by their side?!"

Spiritual Person: "Look...I can't see clearly...Wait! The falcon of the church is here! Damn! I'm getting too close!"

Above the Vatican, a falcon controlled by the Bishop of Spiritual Vision discovered the unusually circling white dove. The sharp and harsh eagle falcon roared through the sky. After this alarm, dense falcons rose from the Holy See, like a rolling black cloud, rushing towards the white dove of Spiritual Vision...

Seeing the spirit-seeker panic, Lancelot grabbed his shoulder and asked loudly: "Travel! Tell me about the movements of the Lionheart Guard!"

"North... Move north... Oh damn! They are too fast! Ah!!!!!!!" The Spirit Visioner suddenly screamed, and the lines on both eyeballs instantly broke, and his eyes exploded together. He fell to the ground and began to scream and twitch.

Spiritual vision comes at a cost. The bigger the animal, the stronger the vitality, the easier it is to be discovered. The smaller the animal, the easier it is to sneak in, but it is also easy to be hunted due to accidents or human factors. Once the spirit vision fails to escape in time, it will be irreversible damage. At the least, it will be severely damaged in vital energy, and at worst, it will be directly disabled and even die like now.

The local snake looked at the blood-burning spiritual visionist with a blue face. God knew how much effort it had been for him to cultivate such a spiritual visionist. The local snake stared at Lancelot and said quietly: "King Master Round Table, you owe me a lot now."
Chapter completed!