A few days later, the church hall in Havenright was empty.
"Another band of rebels has disappeared. According to some traces we found, they may have entered the Warcraft Mountains and joined the Black Nightmare Army." The bishop walked in hurriedly, stopped in the middle of the corridor, and whispered what he had just heard Collected information.
Grant was alone in the hall. He sat in the front seat, heard the words, and turned his head.
"Black Nightmare Army... have you found the exact location?"
"Found it." The bishop hurriedly walked over, leaned down, and carefully handed a piece of paper into Grant's hand. At the same time, he said, "According to reports from insiders, they have assembled an army of tens of thousands of people in the mountains. Your Majesty the Pope, we Better to err on the side of caution.”
"I don't need you to remind me what to do."
Grant accepted the note and threw this sentence back expressionlessly, which made the bishop's face freeze.
He quickly lowered his head, took a few steps back, closed his mouth and waited aside, not daring to say anything more.
After Grant read the content on the note, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke, his tone changed, and he asked a little abruptly: "Are there many people outside now saying bad things about me?"
The bishop was stunned for a moment, then shook his head desperately.
"His Majesty the Pope, you are worrying too much!"
Upon hearing this, Grant snorted with inaudible joy and anger. He sunk deeply into the gorgeous golden robes and narrowed his eyes. For some reason, in the eyes of the bishop, his appearance seemed to have lost his usual vigor and looked a little tired.
how…
Some doubts arose in the bishop's heart.
"I killed a lot of people." Grant looked at his open palm and said again.
"Those are the people who deserve to be killed."
Grant continued: "I made a lot of bad decisions."
“All of this is God’s test for us.”
"I... have also committed many crimes. Even God cannot forgive me."
"Pious prayers can cleanse us of all sins." For some reason, the bishop felt a little flustered and hurriedly advised, "His Majesty the Pope, let us repent together. God will always forgive his most devout slaves."
Grant was silent for a moment, clasped his hands and closed his eyes. Seeing this, the bishop immediately followed him, closed his eyes, recited a confession, and begged the gods to forgive their sins with extraordinary skill.
The low hoarse voice echoed faintly in the empty church.
Half a minute later.
"Go and do what you have to do." Grant opened his eyes, stood up, his expression returned to his usual coldness, and walked straight out of the door.
As the most trusted confidant at the moment, the bishop knew the meaning of these words. Therefore, he couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at Grant's leaving figure.
However, he didn't say anything. Instead, he walked out along the back door, walked through the long corridor, grabbed some food from the kitchen, and then came to the almost most remote basement in the cathedral.
Taking the key and opening the door, you can faintly see the prison-like iron bars in the dark room.
"Let's eat." Just like the daily meal routine, the bishop walked over with some disgust, put the food down by the iron fence, and spoke in a cold tone.
A white arm emerged from the shadows in the cell. It tremblingly grabbed the pieces of bread, and then slowly retracted it.
The bishop looked at the man hiding in the shadows and sighed with disgust.
"You are unlucky. Under such circumstances, you actually dared to contradict His Majesty the Pope in public. You are lucky enough not to die along with him." He seemed to be talking to that person, but also seemed to be talking to himself, " But...everyone in the church now thinks you are dead, and you might as well be dead as you are."
With the slight movement of the basement door, a few more rays of light came in, penetrated the iron bars, and fell on the man's face, revealing a young face.
In fact, he looked a little too clean for a prisoner. The light blue pupils shrank sharply in the sunlight, and his body trembled. Then, his whole body shrank into the darkness further inside.
The bishop was impressed by this face—it seemed... called Corwin or something? A newly transferred priest to the royal capital. As a result, during the accountability meeting after the poster incident broke out, the furious Pope killed several bishops. Everyone was frightened into silence. However, this young man tried to dissuade the Pope. As a result, Evaporated on the spot by the holy light.
Everyone thought he was dead. Only the bishop knew that he lived a life worse than death.
"...You guys kill me."
Suddenly, a hoarse voice filled with pain came from inside.
"You dare to stand up at that time. Haven't you heard of His Majesty the Pope's little quirk? I was so optimistic about you at first." The bishop suddenly shook his head and said, "How can I kill you? Your Majesty still wants to use it. Besides...even if you can die, this filthy body stained with sin will not be able to go to heaven, but will have to go to hell."
As he spoke, he turned around, as if he was afraid of getting dirty if he stayed here for too long, and quickly left the basement. The door closed firmly with a loud bang, and the sunlight was once again blocked in this small basement.
The bishop stood outside the door and began to confess again with his eyes closed.
Half a minute later, when the confession was over, the bishop was refreshed, took long steps, and left the place as if nothing had happened.
The sunlight shines in from the courtyard, dyeing the corridor and walls golden, making it look warm.
at the same time.
"We'd better get out of here quickly."
Deep in the Warcraft Mountains, the Black Nightmare Army is stationed. In the largest tent, Maurice, Joanna, six knights representing nobles, leaders of various rebel forces, and others are gathered. Benjamin looked at everyone and said with a stern expression.
"What's going on? Those priests are coming again?" Bill immediately looked frightened.
"It's very possible." Benjamin nodded and said, "The news I just got is that this location may have been exposed. It won't be long before the church's army enters the Warcraft Mountains. We must move as soon as possible."
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other for a while. Some people looked very worried, but other college mages were calm and even looked eager to try.
"Then let's fight them." Joanna said directly, "We occupy a good location, have developed for so long, and now have almost 80,000 people, so we may not necessarily lose."
Benjamin heard this and asked: "What do you think the chances of winning are?"
"Hmm... maybe fifty percent."
"What's the difference between that and gambling?" Benjamin was a little helpless and shook his head. "We can't take this battle head-on. The Horli Kingdom is so big and the enemy has many weak points. Why do we have to fight them head-on?"
"Then...where can we run?" Another force leader immediately asked.
Benjamin showed a confident smile and said, "Let's run underground."