There was a scream on the deck, the arrow grazed past a foreigner's head, nailing his hat to the nearby post, the tail of the arrow still vibrating greatly.

The man fell flat on the floor from his chair.

Gu Yun put away the longbow. He turned to speak to the Black Armor soldier on the pole: "Plotting to harm people, arrest him for questioning."

Only now could the man who was pinned down by the tiger slowly gather himself together, letting out small sobs. The surrounding people were in the same frightened state and someone moved forward to help him get out.

Under the Ting Yuan Platform, an inconspicuous and thin figure disappeared into the crowd, using the commotion to get on board a boat that was not too far from there.

As soon as he arrived, he untied his headscarf, revealing a black-haired, black-eyed man, his appearance somewhat resembling Central Plains people. He was quickly allowed into the room inside to meet the one who had been waiting for him.

It was a man near middle age, dressed in a white garment and a red robe with complicated embroidery. A strangely shaped and sinister scepter was set beside him, his curly dark brown hair was combed neatly, left hanging on his shoulders, with a large ceremonious ring on his finger.

It was the messenger sent by the pope.

The small-framed black-haired foreigner respectfully got down on one knee: "Bishop."

The bishop's upper body leaned forward slightly, indicating that he was listening.

"I am afraid the result is just as you had predicted," said the black-haired man. "In the hearts of these Easterners, Gu and his family bear some sort of symbolic meaning, as long as the 'black crow' flies through the night sky, even if faced with a bigger crisis, these foolish people will be blindly stabilized like a herd of sheep who have found their shepherd dog. This unreasonable belief of theirs is difficult to comprehend, even if in my opinion, many of them don't even know Gu Yun's full name."

The bishop pondered for a moment: "The 'seed' did not cause any casualties."

"Hardly any," the black-haired man bowed his head. "The Marquis of Order happened to be on the Red Kite as well. I don't know if his men were earlier arranged to mix into the crowd, or our people had leaked traces of their whereabouts, or if he himself possesses an exceptional ability in sensing critical situations. As soon as we planted the seed, the black crows immediately reacted. Gu killed the seed with one shot of his arrow from the Red Kite and had the 'seeder' arrested at the same time."

The bishop leaned back on the carved chair, his fingers stroking his beard: "This is not Gu's personal prestige, but the accumulation of three generations altogether. The Central Plains people blindly placed their trust in these black crows, almost forming some kind of firm belief in the Gu family."