But right then, the white-haired Guardian Elder standing at Aurelius' left suddenly let out a cold laugh. He stepped forward and broke the stillness himself.
"Godric, that all sounds real nice. Better than a song. Big promises, plenty of sincerity on the surface. But who knows if any of it is true? Who knows whether you're trying to fool us?"
"And what if you're only planning to use the Celestial Basilica as a shelter? What if you're swallowing it for now, waiting for the storm to pass, waiting for your wounds to heal and your strength to rise again, and then the moment you're back on your feet, you turn on us? If that happens, wouldn't we be opening the door to a wolf and raising a disaster inside our own house?"
Another Elder with a dark face picked it up at once. His voice came out cold, not hiding a shred of distrust. "That's right. The men of the Celestial Palace have always been slippery and scheming, with tricks buried deeper than anyone can see..."
"Back when you were fighting over the seat of rightful rule among the celestials, who knows how many filthy methods you used in the dark? One plot after another, never ending. And now you suddenly come running here to seek refuge, talking this low and humble. Who knows what you're really after? Who knows if there's some hidden plot underneath all this?"
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