With a cigarette in his mouth, Schmidt leaned against his backpack in a very comfortable manner. He threw a piece of firewood into the fire pit, listened to the cold wind outside, and felt the hot air blowing on his face. He leisurely puffed out a smoke ring.
For Schmidt, this was a rare vacation.
Without the annoying people to disturb him, even though the environment was harsh, it was a pleasant sight to the eyes.
As for Kieran?
Kieran had nothing to worry about.
Kieran would return to the fireplace at noon every day to let Kieran know that he was safe. He would even bring back rabbits and other game from time to time.
Although Kieran would leave after sunset every day, Schmidt would never stop him since he knew what Kieran had chosen. All he did was send his blessings to Kieran in silence.
"What is behind that stone door?"
Schmidt took a puff of his cigarette and couldn't help but guess.
Schmidt knew very well about that strange stone door.
After all, even with Kieran's strength, he didn't even have the right to look at the door. That scene was something that Schmidt would never forget for the rest of his life.
However, his curiosity also arose.
Plus, Kieran said that he would try to open that stone door again, Schmidt's thoughts uncontrollably drifted towards that direction.
Until the door was opened.
Gak Tss Tss!
There was no so-called door frame, only a simple and crude door hinge. The sound of the door opening would not be any better. Not only would it hurt one's teeth, but it would also give one goosebumps.
A cold wind blew at the door.
Nicil walked in.
"The etiquette of knocking on the door doesn't exist in the Sanctuary, right?"
Schmidt asked in an annoyed tone as he shivered in the cold wind.
"Treating someone else's turf as his own home? What kind of etiquette is that?"
Nicil refuted. He took Schmidt's cigarette box and took one out. He lit it up beside the fireplace and took a puff with a satisfied look.
"It's been a while since I've smelled tobacco!"
Nicil exclaimed.
"Don't make yourself look like an ascetic, okay?"
Those who don't know the truth will misunderstand those respectable ascetics! "
Schmidt couldn't help but roll his eyes at Nicil who was abnormally self-conscious.
The return date of Simon and Mayer, the two archdeacons of the Sanctuary, had far exceeded their expectations.
Although Smulder was awake, he was nowhere to be seen, let alone dealing with the affairs of the Sanctuary.
Because of this, Kieran and Schmidt's return date was still uncertain.
Therefore, Schmidt and Nicil's contact unconsciously increased.
Nicil had brought most of the food, bedding and other necessities from the Sanctuary to Final Island.
Based on Nicil's personality, it was impossible for the deacon of the Sanctuary to be serious and meticulous.
As time went by, he and Schmidt became quite familiar with each other.
Schmidt obtained a lot of information about the Sanctuary from him.
Ascetics were one of them.
The Ascetic Monks had completely given up on pleasure. Even their food was kept to the lowest standard, and their clothes were only enough to cover their bodies.
They walked in all kinds of dangerous environments, training their bodies and willpower.
He wanted to purify himself.
It could be said that they were an extremely special group of people in the Sanctuary.
They were also a group of people worthy of respect.
"Staying on the Sanctuary Island is no different from an ascetic monk in the eyes of the outsiders!"
Nicil said in a righteous manner.
"Is that so?
Then why don't you learn from the lifestyle of the outsiders?
For example, 2567! "
Schmidt flicked the ash off his cigarette and pointed outside the door.
"2567 …"
"He is not a normal person!"
Nicil shrunk his neck when the name was mentioned.
Of course, he had seen Kieran's self-torturing training method.
If he wasn't sure that Kieran was Nikorei's assistant, Nicil would have thought that Kieran was some kind of ascetic monk, the most extreme kind.
"I have never seen a person train his willpower and body in such a way. Freezing himself into a block of ice, reviving himself over and over again, and then freezing himself over and over again … The pain of it could drive a person crazy!"
Nicil couldn't help but gasp when he recalled the scene that he saw.
"That is why 2567 became so powerful!"
Schmidt laughed.
There was a sense of pride in his laugh.
He was proud of having such a good friend.
"That is 2567, not you!"
Nicil couldn't help but remind Kieran.
"Of course, I know that very well!
But I am glad to have such a good friend! "
Schmidt took a puff of his cigarette with a smile and then spat it out at the fire pit. The scorching fire instantly burned the cigarette smoke away.
Schmidt threw the remaining half of the cigarette into the fire pit and placed the pot of ice and snow on top of it.
The half-melted ice and snow quickly melted into water.
Schmidt then started to add more firewood into the fire pit.
According to the time, Kieran would be back soon.
Although he couldn't help Kieran with his training, Schmidt hoped that he could help Kieran in other aspects.
Like eating and drinking.
"Are you working as a cook?"
Nicil raised a brow, his tone had a sense of ridicule. Then, before Schmidt could answer, Nicil continued, "Don't you want to fight side by side with 2567? Or should I say, when you are in danger, all you want is to hide in a corner and be anxious? "
Schmidt paused his action.
"What do you mean?"
Schmidt squinted his eyes and asked.
His sharp senses picked up on the other meaning behind Nicil's words.
"The Sanctuary has a lot of secret spells that can grant you strength or at least the ability to protect yourself!"
Nicil said in a serious tone.
"Then, they can openly use my relationship with 2567 to pull him into the Sanctuary's camp, right?"
Schmidt laughed coldly.
As the chief officer of the West Coast, Schmidt had been through a lot of dark sides and he wasn't an idiot.
He knew one thing very well: there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
Once it appeared, it would be a trap.
Schmidt was just a commoner, even with his identity as a chief officer, the Sanctuary wouldn't put him in their eyes.
So, why would they do that?
2567！
Other than that one answer, Schmidt couldn't think of anything else.
Schmidt raised his head and looked at Nicil.
Then, he started to speak very quickly.
"Seems like you guys are getting more and more optimistic about 2567!
But, it makes sense!
"2567 himself possesses strength that no one can ignore, plus his identity as Rei's assistant and the current situation of the Sanctuary. Simon and Maya, the two Archdeacons of the Sanctuary's ambush plan shouldn't be going well, right? You said that Smulder didn't see anyone after he woke up … I guess he went to help?
You guys are in dire need of manpower and coincidentally, 2567 appeared!
So, whether he is the reincarnation of Hugh the Holy Knight or not, all of you decided to treat him as such!
But, the personality that 2567 displayed made it hard for all of you to grasp him. Therefore, you need a buffer and I am the most suitable candidate. "
Nicil didn't refute.
The deacon's silence proved that Schmidt's guess was right.
"You rejected it right?
I knew I wasn't suitable to be a lobbyist, I will … "
"Reject? Why would you reject? "
Nicil sighed helplessly and said out of instinct. However, the moment his words escaped his mouth, he was interrupted by a noise outside the wooden hut.
Gak Tsk!
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