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Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Facing such an exaggerated statement, Joe should have laughed or tried to persuade him. However, he was rendered speechless by Kroen's confident look.
What was even more incredible was that he was going to be involved in this operation.
He was asked to cooperate fully and tell everything he knew, which was not out of Joe's expectation. Since the King of Graycastle had promised to rescue Farina, he must have a detailed understanding of the situation on Archduke Island. They had been lurking on the island for half a year, so they were naturally the most familiar with the situation.
Of course, Kroen might also interrogate him about other things, which Joe planned to tell him at the same time. Farina's life was more important than the secrets of the church and the sacred texts of the gods. He was willing to tell them everything he knew.
However, when he entered the cabin, Joe found that he knew nothing about Roland Wimbledon, his old rival who had fought against the church for many years and finally destroyed the Holy City of Hermes.
It was neither an intelligence interrogation nor a war meeting.
Sitting at the end of the long table was Kajen Fels, the master dramatist from Graycastle.
"Just answer whatever he asks," Sean said and left the cabin. After saying this, Sean left the cabin, leaving behind a stupefied Charle, who stared blankly at Sean.
When he was still in the New Holy City, he had watched Kajen's troupe on tour.
Although it had been almost ten years, he could still remember that the old man in front of him was Kajen.
What was the King of Graycastle thinking?
What came with the ship was not the army, but the famous drama troupe … Did this team really come to save people?
"Have a seat, my boy." Kajen nodded at him. "Would you like some tea or wine?"
"Tea... would be fine."
A beautiful woman quickly brought him a cup of hot tea.
"This is my student, Miss Roentgen."
"Ah... thank you," Joe replied in a daze. If it were not for the shackles on his wrists and ankles, he would have thought that he was in a dream. "Why are you here?"
"Because of an agreement with His Majesty," Kajen said with a smile. Kajen smiled. "We should have talked in a more comfortable environment, but they wouldn't agree to take off your handcuffs."
"No, that's fine …" he murmured. "What do you want to ask me …?"
"It's about Farina's story and your story."
Charle looked at him in disbelief. "Are you referring to the matter between me and her?"
"That's right. When did you join the church? How did you meet her? How did she fall into Lorenzo's hands? I want to know everything," Kajen said slowly.
"Farina … Farina, she …" At the mention of this name, the pain surged. He had been trying his best not to think about her, but the memories were like a tide. Once they started, it was difficult to stop. As soon as he opened his mouth, the words were choked in his throat, and his vision became blurry.
Farrina was just an ordinary civilian girl when she first joined the church.
When she first joined the church, her loose, coarse robe was covered with dirty patches. Her hands and feet were swollen from the cold and looked like frozen carrots.
On the way to the Hermes Plateau, she would have died if she had not met the carriage he had hired.
He was a poor noble who had nothing but his surname. He joined the church just to try his luck.
The Holy City did not care about one's background, and they would not reject any convert.
Since he could read, he was assigned to the department of clergy and became a scribe.
Farina, on the other hand, became a trainee warrior.
That made Charle very unhappy.
Clergy and warriors were equal organizations in the Holy City. In other words, a commoner girl had become a person of equal status to him. Moreover, he had saved her by accident. In his eyes, Farrina should be a cook, a washerwoman, or some other kind of servant.
What annoyed him even more was that after recuperating for a period of time, he actually grew quite well.
Therefore, the reason why she was chosen as a warrior was very suspicious.
He should have been the one to enjoy it.
Taking advantage of his position, he often bullied Farina, and even humiliated her in front of her. Farina did not talk back, which encouraged his arrogance.
But in the next few years, this young woman gradually revealed her own talent, like a gem that was gradually being carved into shape.
Farina was soon promoted from a trainee warrior to a reserve of the Judgement Army, and then to the official Judgement Army Captain.
During the Months of Demons, Charle could always see her figure on the wall of the stronghold.
But he had just been promoted from a scribe to a clergy assistant.
She was already superior to him.
He used to pay close attention to Farina's every move, for fear that she would retaliate against him. However, the latter had never taken any action, and his attention had turned into a habit.
Charle gradually found that she was not as ordinary as he thought.
Then Prince Roland of Graycastle came.
The Pope died, the God's Punishment Army was destroyed, and the cathedral collapsed. The huge Church of Hermes seemed to fall apart overnight.
Countless believers fled the Holy City that night. Farina was ordered to support the crumbling Judgement Army. She also pulled him out of the crowd during the civil strife... If it were not for that hand, he would have been trampled into meat paste by the refugees.
At that moment, he seemed to understand something.
After the defeat in Coldwind Ridge, Farina was not the highest person in the church. There were still the officiant, the presiding judge, and the senior commander in the Holy City. The reason why the responsibility of defending the Holy City was handed over to her was not so much because they valued her, but because they wanted to shirk and abandon her. The same was true when Tucker Thor was elected as the acting Pope. Everyone knew that it was impossible to defend the Holy City, but no one was willing to take the blame. At the same time, they needed someone to temporarily stabilize the situation in the Holy City, so as to buy time for their escape.
Therefore, the miracle of a woman in her twenties becoming the supreme commander of the Judgement Army appeared in Hermes. Ironically, she tried her best to restore the order in the old and new Holy Cities, but the number of senior officers who stayed was getting fewer and fewer. It was not uncommon for people to leave and leave at night. When the Months of Demons ended, there were only about 500 Judgement Warriors left in the Holy City.
She was thrown to Roland Wimbledon by those people — as a sacrifice to buy time.
Did Farina know nothing about it?
No, she knew the meaning of this responsibility from the beginning.
But she still stood up without hesitation and spared no effort to do her best.
Just because the church accepted her and trained her until now.
Just like she never retaliated against him, not even scolded him.
Just because he gave her a lift.
Seeing Farina drenched in sweat running back and forth, standing on top of the city wall and shouting loudly, Charle felt something touched in his heart. Her small figure swaying under the white snow was so eye-catching; the sweat dripping from the tip of her nose was more dazzling than a gem.
For Charle, the church was just an opportunistic place. He should have left long ago, but he chose to stay.
It had nothing to do with God.
He made a vow to Farina in his heart, swearing allegiance.
It was not the loyalty of the believers to the commander of the Judgement Army.
It was the loyalty of the Knight to follow the guardian.
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