After the Holy Church's branch was exiled, Diffindor's Holy Knight job class became a rare one. But today, two obviously high-level Holy Knights were chatting as they strolled through Diffindor's most prosperous business district.
"Oh, so you're here on official business. You were sent here right after the battle ended. It would seem that the Holy Church's headquarters are paying a lot of attention to the battle situation here?"
The female Holy Knight nodded. There was no need to deny this. The fact that the Northlands had come here proved everything.
"While the Ottoman Empire was in a stalemate, nobody expected that the Northlands would be the first to obtain victory. This shocked all the other countries. This is a good start in this Holy War. Plus, Donglan sent such a great gift at this time. The Holy Church and His Holiness are both quite happy, which is why they sent us here to reward you."
"Reward you? That Roland isn't easy to deal with. It'll be quite difficult to give him a reward that he's satisfied with. Besides, since Donglan sent us a Holy Artifact, how could he possibly return it with just a few words of thanks? Could it be that the higher-ups are willing to pay such a high price? "
"… Although it's still a secret right now, since it's going to be announced sooner or later, there's no harm in telling you. This time, Pope Caloma the First is giving us an honor that no one will dare to believe … "
"Red-winged Vulture" Aivla was quite grateful to the young Holy Knight before her. If it wasn't for him appearing in time and helping her compensate the commoners, she would have probably lost all her face. If she was chased to the Diffindor diplomatic mission because she was unable to compensate the commoners, that would truly be a huge blow to her reputation.
Just as she was feeling troubled, this young Holy Knight appeared. Although she didn't know how this Holy Knight from the Northlands managed to obtain such respect in this hostile region, judging from how quickly he admitted defeat and how the people around him treated him, he seemed to be quite popular.
And judging from how many people bowed to him on the way here, this was inconceivable for Diffindor, which was obviously prejudiced against Holy Light job classes.
"Perhaps he can be of some help to our current predicament."
Aivla had already decided to introduce this Holy Knight named Rolo to the Diffindor diplomatic mission. A local tyrant would be able to provide information and connections, which was exactly what the Diffindor diplomatic mission needed.
At this moment, Rolo asked about the mission of the envoy group's visit. Considering that Rolo was obviously a member of the Holy Knight Faction as well as the fact that Rolo had helped her, Aivla casually told him about the purpose of her visit.
"It's not any great secret, but the political implications are quite important. It's a little sensitive. It's a little secret, so please don't tell anyone else about it, especially the Donglan royalty.
"Holy Light, I swear that I won 'the name that I won't tell anyone else of Holy Light."
Holy Knight, Rolo, I Rolo Knight Knight Rolo, Light, Rolo. Holy.
"This time, His Holiness the Supreme Pontiff is giving him the title of Saint! "Holy Church's Holy knight! Holy knight! Knight! Holy. Saint. Rolo Saint!
Saint! Saint! Saint Saint Saint!!! Saint Saint Saint Saint Rank!!
"That's right, it's completely incomprehensible. I don't even know what the Holy Council and Church Church Church are thinking. Can the title of Saint be casually given out? Not to mention, it's given to a foreigner who's still alive. Perhaps he was indeed a model Holy Knight in the past, or perhaps finding a holy artifact was a commendable achievement, or perhaps he even received a proposal for a title. But the past is the past. Just look at this city; it's filled with filthy undead. He's with the undead, so how can he give such a noble title and the honor of a Holy Knight to an evil person? This is a humiliation to the entire Holy Church. "
The female Holy Knight stomped her feet in anger as she spoke. The dissatisfaction she had accumulated over the past few days was evident in her words. In front of these two elders, she only dared to vent. Now that she had a chance to vent, she couldn't help but complain.
But it was no wonder she was so angry. The title of Saint was usually given to a Holy Disciple that the Holy Church recognized. It was basically a title that would only be given after death. But this wasn't just a title. It represented the God of Light and the Holy Church's recognition of the Holy Church. Even though it was an honor, it was also a substantial proof of one's identity.
This title would also be given to a country's name. It represented the most devout faith and the God of Holy Light's favor. All the mega empires would fight over the title of Saint. Only San Antonio and a few other ancient empires would be able to obtain such a title based on their countless years of contributions.
"Just what is the God of Holy Light thinking? Why would he suddenly give me such a great gift?"
There would be many benefits for me if I could obtain this title.
For example, for the sake of the Holy Church's reputation and eternally pure Holy Light, a Holy Disciple would never make a mistake. If a Holy Disciple committed any evil deeds, they would be treated as if nothing had happened. This was the perfect way to avoid trouble.
The title of Holy Disciple couldn't be given out casually. No matter how many achievements a person made, it was impossible for them to never make a mistake for their entire life.
It was precisely because of this that this title was basically reserved for the dead. There had been living Holy Disciples in history, but most of them were fanatical believers of the Holy Church. Most of them were also related to the God of Holy Light's divine miracles.
That year, when the Holy Light representing despair shone for the last time in the skies above Diffindor, there were many different voices in the Holy Church. Being able to go from a Bronze-ranked Holy Knight to a Legend in just two short years was already a divine miracle in itself. That pure Holy Light of despair was even viewed as a divine miracle. And so, there were indeed some bishops who suggested giving Roland the title of Holy Disciple. Of course, this suggestion was rejected in the end.
Now that I had gathered all the information, I more or less understood what had happened.
Most likely, the newly appointed Pope Roland was delighted to receive such a great gift and wanted to reward Roland with something. Then, after considering what history had suggested, he decided to give Roland the title of Holy Disciple. However, it was evident that the Holy Church's envoy group had their own ideas after seeing the current situation, so they were hesitating.
"No, they should have considered how troublesome a Holy Disciple would be. If it was just for this reason alone, they gave Roland too much. There must be some other information that they haven't collected yet. This little brat isn't someone who can hide her thoughts. In that case, perhaps even she doesn't know about this."
Still, it wouldn't be wrong to continue probing Roland. Perhaps they would learn something else.
"… This is Pope Roland's decision. Let's be careful with what we say. Although I don't have the right to say anything, I also feel that Roland doesn't deserve the honor of being a Holy Disciple. The God of Holy Light has never existed in his heart. Don't tell me that other people in the Holy Church don't have any objections? "
Aivla couldn't help but nod when the young Holy Knight before her agreed with her opinion.
"Yeah, it's completely incomprehensible. There's quite a lot of controversy within the Holy Church. Originally, I was reserving my opinion, but after coming here and seeing all these heretics who refuse to accept the teachings of the Holy Light, as well as that undead in broad daylight, it would be inconceivable if I didn't label Roland as a heretic. Pope Roland must have been bewitched by someone else to make such an absurd decision. But … "
"But?"
"Actually, it's nothing much. It's just a personal guess. Perhaps Roland wants to establish a new branch of the Holy Church here. It's quite possible that the Holy Church's relationship with Roland can be improved by giving him the title of Holy Disciple. "
I nodded. This was all to be expected. Even if the Holy Church established the Law God as the country's religion, it would still allow other Order God branches to exist within the country.
Although this was quite forceful, I also made up my mind to accept a new branch of the Holy Church. Not only was this a political necessity, it was also highly practical.
Although the power of Law was comparable to the power of Holy Light in many aspects, and even surpassed the power of Holy Light when it came to punishing villains, the power of Holy Light was still unique when it came to healing. We had far too few Holy Light job class members on our side, which was a major disadvantage.
To be honest, it was precisely the power of Holy Light's natural advantage in healing that made the legend of Holy Light's ability to heal the world's pain gain countless favorable impressions. This also made it difficult for countries to refuse the Holy Church's branches and Holy Light job classes within their borders.
Aivla's words were quite reasonable, but …
"It's still not enough. The deep grudges from the Yongye era won't be so easily resolved. Giving Roland the title of Holy Disciple won't be so simple. This would be the equivalent of clearing away all the grudges of the past. Kindness without reason is dangerous, especially when this kindness comes from an enemy of the past. "
I carefully mulled this over, but still came up with nothing. Seeing how Aivla was filled with resentment, I knew that asking her any further would be meaningless.
"… It seems that she doesn't know."
On the other side of the street, under a large tent, the Undead Knight was currently preparing for their performance. The Undead Crown Circus's opening performance was about to begin.
The Undead Knight wearing a pumpkin hat was currently mocking each other. A bone dragon wearing a "broom" costume and a lich attempting to ride a "broom" were having a competition. The headless Knight, who didn't need any makeup to go on stage, was planning to use his own head to praise a polo ball. The Sword Saint Skeleton General was currently practicing his ultimate technique of spinning the wheel.
"Damned undead! May the Holy Flames of the Heavens cleanse you! "
Aivla gritted her teeth as she observed the Undead Knight rehearsing their performance. She could sense the powerful power of death as she softly cursed the pitch-black existences before her.
I could see an undisguised bone-deep hatred in the female Knight's eyes. It would seem that her hatred for the undead wasn't just because of her job class.
Just as I was about to ask her something, a familiar figure appeared at the corner of the street. He seemed to be searching for something.
"Lord Estrada! Are you here to look for me? "
As Aivla hurriedly walked over to the figure, she didn't notice that the young Knight behind her, who she had intended to introduce to the diplomatic group, had already silently disappeared into the shadows.
Estrada's first reaction upon seeing Aivla was surprise. He seemed to sense the aura of someone familiar from the female Knight, so he immediately asked her about it.
"Who were you with just now?"
"… Perfect timing. Lord Estrada, let me introduce someone to you. He's also a local Holy Knight. He helped me out and is quite familiar with this place. Rolo, this is Lord Estrada. Rolo? Where's he? "
I turned around, but that friendly young Holy Knight had already disappeared without a trace.
Soon, after learning the physical characteristics of that Holy Knight who had warmly helped me, Estrada's expression turned ashen. It took him a while before he managed to say something.
"… Let's talk about it when we get back."
In a nearby alleyway, I heaved a sigh of relief as I watched the Holy Knight team hurriedly leave. A person's reputation was like the shadow of a tree. The "Strongest Holy Knight" gave me quite a bit of pressure. It would be quite troublesome if I was caught by him.
"Hey, hey, why didn't you go see your teacher? It's been so many years since we last met. Don't you think it's rather rude to run away from him? No matter what, he taught you back in the day, right? You're too heartless. "
"… I was the one who taught you how to use your sword, but I've never seen you be so polite to me."
I recalled how the Hand of Holy Light had charged straight at me from back in the day, even shouting "I'll correct my own mistakes." This gave me a headache. Unlike the young Aivla, Estrada was almost invulnerable in terms of intelligence, experience, combat strength, and the strength of his subordinates. It could be said that Estrada was impossibly difficult to deal with in every way.
There were so many Holy Knight job classes, and there were countless Holy Knight job classes. Estrada being able to convince other Holy Knight leaders that he was the "Strongest" was already a good explanation.
But for me, Estrada's extraordinary power level was only part of the reason. As one of the most experienced Holy Knight, Estrada's connections and reputation even surpassed that of all previous popes. That was the most critical part.
If Estrada said something like "The evil Roland must be vanquished," perhaps more than 70% of all Holy Knight and priests would view me as their mortal enemy. That would be quite the joke for me.
Back in the day, it was precisely because of Estrada's hard work that the Holy Knight and priest factions nearly had a falling out with the higher-level bishops. The so-called Holy War also lost the Holy Knight army, which should have been the main fighting force. But during the battle of Yongye, Estrada and his Knight subordinates were my mortal enemies who gave me the most headaches.
I didn't know how to deal with Estrada, who was still as young as ever.
"Pfft, so it's true." While I was worrying about this, the simple-minded Adam suddenly thought of something and chuckled.
"What are you laughing at? You've eaten too much. "This guy always managed to annoy me.
The squatting Adam laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. He only waved his hand after a while.
"No, that's not it. It's just that I recently heard from Heloise that you and your disciples have a tradition of being killed off by your disciples. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that there are some things that I have no choice but to believe. "
"Look, back in the day, Heloise taught you, but she was tricked by you. Amelia taught you, but she was tricked by you as well. That's two of them. "
Not only that, Adam even started counting on his fingers.
"You taught Eliza, right? In the end, she killed you. The third one, Estrada taught you, and in the end, it was also a fight. That's four, right? You're really amazing. You've basically become a curse, yet you still dare to accept disciples. Look at how obedient my little Anne is. I think Renée and Glina aren't easy to deal with either. Aren't you afraid of repeating the same mistakes … Why are you drawing your sword? "
[System Notification: You …]
"You shut up as well!"
[I still haven't said anything.]
"Do you have anything good to say? Aren't you just making fun of me and insulting me? If that's not the case, if my guess is wrong, then you can continue. "
[…]
My System's silence (tacit agreement) made me feel even more pitiful. I silently drew my sword and recalled how I had also been killed by Anne in the game's history. I also recalled how Adam's unknown elf disciple stabbed me in the back. I finally found a target to vent my frustrations on.
"I just remembered something that you missed out on … Didn't I teach you back in the day? Didn't you still kill me!? Today, I'm going to clean up my sect! "
After fighting for a while … Fine, I admit that I was at a slight disadvantage. I had accidentally underestimated the difference in power levels between us. However, Adam definitely wasn't easy to deal with either. He had underestimated my current brute strength. I was also a barbarian with 30 points of Strength!
Although he had a panda eye, he actually had the nerve to use his SemiGod power level to suppress a newbie Gold rank rookie like me. After I was beaten up a little more … After we came to an agreement, we finally brought the topic back to the main topic.
"Little Red and Anne are here. I called you over to welcome them."
As the representative of the Underground, Anne had brought her envoy group over. Little Red, who had finally woken up, also came with her. After not seeing each other for so long, I was rather worried about her.
"Then, why did you give me a panda eye? How am I supposed to welcome them? "
"Aren't I the same? Couldn't you have been gentler?"
"You're going to give a lecture to a newbie later. Prepare yourself."
"New subordinates? What? "
"I had Anne bring a portion of newly trained Town Security Knight and Law Knight. It's time to take care of those bastards in the city. I'll leave the training to you. "
"Why didn't you say so earlier!? How am I supposed to establish my authority like this? "
I smiled in delight as I looked at the swollen eyes that I had just personally beaten up.
"Hehe, that's the effect I wanted. Don't even think about acting cool in front of a beauty! "
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