"Put out the fire!"
The War Shrine's Elite Knight Captain shouted.
The other Knight Knights behind him dashed towards the fire.
They didn't use the traditional way of extinguishing the fire with water. Instead, they used their swords to cut the burning building and used sand to extinguish the fire.
The swords sliced through the burning wall and the sand covered it.
A few minutes later, the fire was extinguished.
The source of the fire was found.
Together with the fire were two bodies.
The bodies were severely burned but the captain could still recognize one of them was Etorin's body.
Some of the characteristics were too familiar to him.
Even if the body was burnt, it wouldn't change.
For example, the remaining power in the body.
Therefore, he could easily tell where the other body came from.
The old enemy of the War Shrine, the Silent Night Secret Order!
The Elite Knight Captain with a gloomy face and killer intents in his eyes waved his hand and signaled his men to carry the two bodies away. He slightly nodded at the patrol team and went straight to the cathedral.
From the beginning to the end, other than sizing up each other with their eyes, there was no communication.
It was as if they were following some rules.
The patrol team captain saw the War Shrine's Elite Knight Squad off while he made a hand signal towards the dark.
Immediately, the secret agents split into three groups.
All the way to the palace.
All the way to the palace.
All the way to collecting clues.
After the patrol team left some men to protect the scene, the surroundings quickly calmed down as if nothing had happened.
Except for the scorched land.
…
The Inquisition of the War Shrine.
Unlike the Dark Hall that was hidden underground.
The Inquisition was hidden in the shadow of the cathedral.
After the Elite Knight Captain returned to the cathedral, he headed towards the shadow.
That's right, the Elite Knight Captain was also from the Inquisition.
In fact, every member of the War Shrine might be from the Inquisition. It was just that most of the time, they had another identity in the open.
Sean was no exception.
On the surface, he was the ninth captain of the Apologetic Knight Squad.
His secret identity was the leader of the Second Division of the Inquisition.
For Sean, who had grown up in the War Shrine, this double identity was nothing unacceptable, because everything he did was for the sake of the War Shrine!
"I want all the information on Etolin, especially the most recent ones."
Sean said as he stood in the shadows.
No answer.
Only the wind was blowing.
When the breeze died down, a bundle of sheepskin scrolls appeared under Sean's feet.
Sean lifted his cloak.
As the scarlet cape fluttered, the sheepskin scroll on the ground disappeared.
He strode back to his room. After locking the door, he spread out the sheepskin scroll on the desk and carefully read it.
At first, the information was very ordinary, and it was not much different from what Sean had deduced.
However, he quickly locked onto some content.
"Etorin discovered the infighting within the Silent Night Secret Order."
"During the last contact before Etorin's death, his expression was hesitant and even a little fearful.
Sean crossed his fingers in front of his forehead, his thumbs pressing on his temples, slightly rubbing them.
He liked to think in this position.
It would make his thoughts more active.
He knew about Etorin's previous reports, and he also knew about the failed attempt to instigate a bigger infighting within the Silent Night Secret Order.
Sean didn't have any further thoughts about it.
If the Silent Night Secret Order was that easy to instigate, they wouldn't have become the subordinates of His Majesty's nemesis.
However, Etorin's behavior at the end was worth pondering.
What would cause Etorin to hesitate?
What would cause Etorin to panic?
Sean didn't know Etorin very well.
However, he knew that as a scout of the Inquisition, the biggest advantage was their loyalty and fearlessness.
Their firm belief allowed them to be fearless.
Based on common sense, hesitation and panic would never appear on them.
"Did something happen to the Silent Night Secret Order again?"
Sean naturally linked it to the only clue.
Then, the Knight with dual identities stood up.
He kept the documents on the table, took out a quill pen and started to describe the whole incident in detail. He even added his own speculations objectively before heading to the back of the cathedral.
There was a confession room in the cathedral.
Although most of them were prepared for the common believers, it didn't stop Sean from using it as a clergy member. After entering the third room, Sean knocked on the wooden window with his unique rhythm.
Under normal circumstances, there would be a priest listening to the believers' confession.
Under special circumstances, there would be some kind of report.
Sean belonged to the latter category.
Kak!
The wooden window was pushed open horizontally.
From Sean's angle, he couldn't see anything inside.
But Sean was already used to such a reporting process. He directly threw Etorin and the records he had written into the darkness, as if he was throwing a letter into a mailbox.
Without any delay, the goatskin scroll and paper were devoured by the darkness.
The wooden window was closed again.
Sean didn't leave right away, instead, he sat in the confession room for a full 15 minutes before he pushed the door open.
It was also the rule.
In order not to attract attention.
The duration of a confession was about this long.
Of course, special circumstances were the exception.
Sean didn't wander outside the cathedral anymore. He returned to his room, resting while waiting for the next mission.
…
Marquis Horton kept his promise.
A little after noon, he delivered a large amount of supplies to the slums of Lower Seventh Ring.
It included but was not limited to tents, cotton clothes, food, and a large amount of clean water.
The Mist believers in the slums immediately got to work.
A moment before night fell, all the tents were set up and the bonfire was lit up.
The most exciting thing was the smell of food coming from the iron pots above the bonfire.
Ellie was helping a few women.
Her hands were sharp and meticulous, leaving the best portion for the people on duty.
No one objected to her actions.
More work, more pay, was what everyone acknowledged.
More so, the people on duty were protecting them.
As the temporary captain of the people on duty, Sivalka even got a drumstick.
There wasn't a lot of seasoning, but it was simmered very well. Together with the steaming soup, it was delicious.
Especially when Ellie served it to him, Sivalka's heart felt warm.
"Delicious!"
Sivalka said after wolfing down the food.
The chicken and mashed potatoes were like porridge, it was really delicious.
The salty and spicy taste reminded Sivalka of the days when he was a mercenary.
He missed it.
But he wouldn't forget the duty before him because of the nostalgia.
"I'll leave it to you, Ellie."
After passing the utensils to Ellie, Sivalka stood up and looked at his men behind him.
The subordinates at this time were different from the few people in the morning.
Some of the brothers from the church joined in.
Instantly, the number of guards broke through 30.
It was enough to split into 2 to 3 teams.
More importantly, the brothers from the church brought weapons with them!
It wasn't knives, wooden sticks, and broken muskets anymore.
Instead, it was real swords, bows, and muskets.
It gave Sivalka more confidence in protecting Ellie.
"It's done, captain."
The guards, which consisted of the slum natives of Lower Seventh Ring and the young soldiers of Sicar, stood up one after another.
They had rested for a while and had dinner, it was time for them to replace their comrades.
Sivalka led the way to his own sentry post.
The sentry post was a watchtower that was built using the materials from the ruins in the afternoon. Of course, from the outside, it didn't look like a watchtower, but it had the same function.
"Not bad for dinner."
Right after Sivalka climbed up to the top of the ruins, Edersen's nose twitched.
Old Demon Hunter stretched his body and stood up, giving the position to Sivalka.
As the two strongest men in the temporary camp, no one was more suitable to be the lookout than them.
Old Demon Hunter didn't mind the task that was assigned to him.
Exchanging labor for shelter and food wasn't against the Demon Hunter's rules.
More so, Kieran was here to understand the Mist.
Sivalka nodded at Old Demon Hunter as a greeting and started to scan the surroundings.
"Nothing unusual right?"
Sivalka asked.
He knew things wouldn't end just like that.
The unusual commotion seemed to have ended.
But what about the War Shrine that had suffered damage?
It wouldn't do anything on the surface.
However, since Sivalka was a deacon in the Dark Hall, he knew what the War Shrine was capable of.
Those people were much more paranoid, crazy, and … cruel than he had imagined.
Those bastards didn't care about morals or laws.
All they cared about was the glory of the God of War!
In order to protect the glory of the God of War, they would do anything.
For example, exploring a campsite where the heretics gathered.
A lot of the believers of the War Shrine were eager to do it.
Because the War Shrine had just suffered from the unusual commotion, it desperately needed something to redeem its glory.
Old Demon Hunter said directly since he knew what Sivalka meant.
"It's calmer than I thought."
However, when the Old Demon Hunter's words subsided, the Old Demon Hunter looked up to a higher spot.
There, the light from the fire was very eye-catching under the night sky.
"But, it seems like someone is attracting the attention for us!"
Old Demon Hunter speculated.
"That's the commercial district near the noble district.
It's also the place where the secret agents of the Inquisition in the War Shrine like to gather the most. "
Sivalka said.
"Between the commoners and nobles, like light and darkness?
It's been so many years and those bastards still haven't changed.
It's still not as pure as the Mist's ability to see through the confusion. "
Old Demon Hunter said with a sigh.
"See through the confusion?"
"Yes.
I agree with the doctrine. Now that I've seen through my confusion, I know what I should do. I hope to protect the people I can protect.
It's also in line with the doctrine, isn't it? "
"Maybe you think it's a coincidence.
But I think it's magical.
"You should know that a day ago, I was still a guy who was muddling along."
The thing I looked forward to the most was coming out for some fresh air. "
"And now …"
"I've decided to protect Ellie, to pick up a sword and fight to the death against any invaders."
Sivalka's eyes were gentle when he mentioned the little girl.
When did the gentleness start?
Maybe it was the cup of hot water.
Or the scarf?
He couldn't remember.
Although only a day had passed, he knew it was best to watch Ellie grow up safely. After that, he would watch Ellie get married … No, he couldn't simply hand Ellie over to someone else. She must pass his 12 tests!
Was there a little kid staring at Ellie in the afternoon?
No!
It's too dangerous!
I have to warn him later!
Keep him away from my Ellie!
Sivalka's face suddenly changed when he thought of something.
His hand that was holding the sword uncontrollably tightened.
It made Old Demon Hunter, who had been watching quietly, raise a brow.
"What's wrong?"
The old Demon Hunter asked in a testing manner.
"Nothing, I just thought of some life and death matters."
Sivalka replied with a gloomy face.
Old Demon Hunter shook his head and turned around, ready to leave.
He could smell the chicken.
It had been a while since he had dinner in the wilderness.
An unknown nostalgia appeared in Old Demon Hunter's heart.
Along with it …
Warning signs!
It was the instinct of a Demon Hunter that lingered on the edge of life and death all year round, combined with those strange experiments.
It was complicated.
But accurate enough.
Therefore, three daggers were fired out without a sound.
Puk!
Puk Puk!
Three unique sounds of metal sinking into flesh rang out almost at the same time.
Old Demon Hunter dashed further away in a flash.
Sivalka was a step too late.
But he wasn't slow either.
Kieran sounded the alarm bell that was made of metal pieces. Then, he jumped down from the sentry tower.
He followed closely behind Old Demon Hunter.
When he arrived at the scene, he saw three bodies lying in the shadows and the old Demon Hunter was checking the bodies carefully.
"Any clues?"
Sivalka asked when Old Demon Hunter stood up.
"Of course.
"I can smell them from a kilometer away."
That damn Silent Night Secret Order! "
The old Demon Hunter grinned, revealing his white teeth. He looked like a hungry wolf that was about to devour its prey.
His killer intent numbed Sivalka's scalp.
…
Silent Night Town, council hall.
Kurtzargert looked at Horlaika and Horfe with a heavy expression.
"I told you, it's just surveillance!
Don't startle him! "
Kurtzargert said coldly.
Horlaika didn't answer, he knelt down on one knee, obviously admitting his mistake.
At the side, Horfe began to explain.
"My lord, that Etorin is much stronger than we thought. He might be the emissary of that powerful existence that we suspected. He can borrow that powerful existence's power, that's why he noticed us."
Horfe, who just escaped death, still had lingering fear in his heart.
It was written all over his face.
It wasn't strength that allowed him to dodge that scissors, it was luck.
In simple words, if the scissors were fired at him, he would be the one dead.
Horfe had just returned from the edge of death. Even though he was a field agent of Silent Night Secret Order, his heart was still agitated.
Therefore, he didn't even notice the unusual glimmer in Councilman Kurtzargert's eyes.
Just when Horfe was about to calm down, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside.
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