The Holy Envoy's face showed no trace of panic; instead, it bore a faint smile, which left Archbishop Berkeley and the others feeling puzzled and slightly wary.
"You pathetic, lowly beings dare to fantasize about killing me? What a joke! Do you honestly think what you've seen is my limit?" The Holy Envoy flapped his massive wings, his expression brimming with mockery.
Archbishop Berkeley erupted with Holy Light, pointing his magic wand at the Holy Envoy as he declared, "Since you remain obstinate, we will show no mercy. Captain Hans, let's begin!"
Hans licked his lips, fixing his gaze firmly on the Holy Envoy, and said, "I'm offering you one final chance. You've got what you call the map now, but if you hand over the stolen artifacts, I might consider letting you walk away!"
Hans felt helpless deep inside. The Louvre had already lost thousands of artifacts, and if trading this parchment scroll could recover the cultural treasures, it might not be an idea without merit.
