He wants to cut off the nightingale in the church, but the real purpose is much deeper than that. "I'm not a wizard, Lord Bishop, I'm not even a member of the church." Uriel confessed.
"But... you are a cleric."
"Knight of Proverbs. The church does not have a similar mysterious profession. My profession was not given by a priest. It originated from an accident."
Bishop Debit leaned against the tree tremblingly until he digested this fact. "Oh," he said softly, "created by accident. Accident? Every priest is born in the church, but you are an accident... You are the knight of the goddess, Uriel. I think this is an honor bestowed on you by Him himself. .”
I thought so too. "Wizards believe in the truth, do you really think this is Gaia's choice?" Uriel asked.
"Mortals cannot fathom the gods. Gaia is what we want to believe. As for the truth, it may not be a part of Gaia, or it may simply be the Gaia in some people's hearts."
"You are very wise, Lord Bishop." Uriel looked beyond the old man, "But I am not a believer in the truth. The conflict between wizards and monks is not my purpose, and your dispute is not my concern."
"Then what is your purpose?"
"Establish a new Gaia Church." With so much foreshadowing, the Bishop of Mint Land still stared in horror. "I have to do this, if the goddess really chooses me."
"This is rebellion," Bishop Debit murmured. "This is heresy."
"Yes, they are either heretics or heretics. This is my team. I will chop off Tedonaradu's head, I will purge his followers, and I will erect a new flag until the day of Gaia's worship. To return to peace." Uriel said happily, "To achieve this, I hope to get your support."
"support?"
"Obviously, we don't have a lot of people."
The old bishop swallowed his saliva, "I'm already old, Uriel, how can you count on me?"
"Only you can lend a helping hand, Lord Bishop. Tedonaradu sees you as a target."
"He will come to me," said the old bishop, "until you catch him. But I believe you are strong enough to survive my assassination. Isn't that enough?"
"Bait? You are wrong, we don't need bait. Haven't you noticed that we have been chasing his footsteps?" Uriel turned around. Not far behind him, the Olsson Manor was ablaze. "I'm sure that Tedonaradu also knows about our existence. Nightingales are everywhere...but this is not the Danlao he is familiar with. Lord Bishop, this is your territory. The monks here share the love of truth and truth. Ya, their apples are cut in half. And I don't belong here any more than Tedonaradu. Understand? I'm going to leave sooner or later." I'm not the one raising the flag. Even if the gods choose me, even if this is my destiny.
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There is no news today, except for Olsson Manor, which caught fire due to insufficient repairs. Mintland has always been like this, even setting off fireworks can be published in the newspaper. People almost flocked to the manor to visit - the yard was burned, but there was no damage to the basement and warehouse. Some idiots claimed to be Gaia's apparitions and were whipped several times by the patrol cavalry who arrived later.
"Just wine?" the waiter confirmed again, "cider?"
The shop was very shabby. Tedonaradu glanced at the empty seats around him and asked, "Do you have anything to eat?"
"There's beef cooking on the stove."
"Nothing else?"
"No."
"Then have one."
While the waiter was serving the soup with a ladle, Tedonaradu threw the newspaper into the stove. The paper curled, blackened, and then brightened, sparks dancing in the ashes. The manor was not completely destroyed, but Sir Olsson had made it clear that he would no longer cooperate with any of his actions. "I would rather my ancestral home collapse in an earthquake!" Jazz roared at him, "Go away, you damn wild birds! Who allowed you to do this? I will complain to the church. I will! Tell you, I'll be there."
No matter how much Tedonaradu warned the enemy of the danger, Sir remained stubborn. These nobles who have lived in the wizarding sect for many years have no confidence in the church knights. He believed more in the personal guard with axes and hoes than in the blessed Knights of the Cross. These country people have no idea at all. Mysterious creatures can bully mortals, and Olson has no idea how different his enemies are from the mobs they usually deal with.
For one manor, Tedonaradu thought, for one stone house, Sir Olsson turned down a deal that could have given him hundreds of manors. He simply couldn't comment on the other person's stupidity. Although Mint Field was not as prosperous as Danlao, he never expected to encounter such an idiot. Short-sighted locals. Even if you try your best to explain that harvesting fruit trees tomorrow will not be as attractive as a date today.
Fortunately, his subordinates are not locals.
Last night, Tedonaradu watched Sir Olsson entertain Perwyn in the hall. This local priest never revealed his identity, so he was treated as a guest by the country knight. When the trap was triggered, the hall shook. Sir Olsson remained calm and asked the servants to change the banquet. As a result, before the plates were even served, the explosive sound shattered the magical barrier. Only then did Tedonaradu realize that the attacker had not chosen to sneak into the manor, but to fight head-on.
Everything starts in an instant. He couldn't find the enemy in the dark night, and the light flickered and fell. He saw flames and meteor-like arrows. He heard steel shattering and masonry disintegrating. The lights in the banquet hall swayed and went out. Mortals screamed in terror at the sudden magical attack. , Pelwyn did his best to protect Sir Olsson and his weeping wife, but others were not so lucky. Tedonaradu flicked away the shattered glass and saw the servant on the plate in front of him being smashed into a sieve by the broken pieces.
I shouldn't have allowed Olson to hold a party at this time. The thought flashed by, and Tedonaradu quickly realized the source of the problem. His enemy was not the nightingale, but the warrior. The manor's defense collapsed at the first touch, and the traps laid were almost useless. The traces of the church confused his eyes, making him think that he was facing his peers.
Sadly, Tedonaradu thought that he had overestimated the enemy as much as possible and could break through the church with the foundation of divine magic. His men obviously couldn't deal with it, and only he could deal with it. The Cross Knights brought by Gerland were a heavy insurance, and Tedonaradu also summoned the nightingales he planted in the mint field. However, these guarantees were all useless - the defense line was torn apart instantly, and the Cross Knights were like mortals who were mysteriously slaughtered. Die. Nightingale was unable to turn the tide of the battle because the attackers were not an organized team, but only two people. The two mysterious creatures, he thought to himself, were indeed Gao Huan. At least he has made relevant preparations. If everything goes according to plan, the priest can stop them...
A good commander will still hold on to luck in desperate situations, but Tedonaradu will not. The Nightingale leader immediately ordered Pervin to take the Olssons and his wife to evacuate, and he himself returned to the courtyard to see with his own eyes the opponent who had caused his tragic defeat.
Many people have failed him, but that was mostly when they met for the first time or when the battle situation was tilted. There were also many prey that surpassed the level of the ring, such as the demon lords of the association, who tore apart the snare. He did not intend to invest in a battle that was unlikely to succeed. The secret agent had both the duties of an assassin and a nightingale, and intelligence was what he needed. If a mysterious creature of the demon lord's level enters the Mint Land, Tedonaradu must confirm his origin and purpose. Judging from the current battle situation, what he saw previously had no reference value at all.
Tedonaradu put on his helmet, climbed down from the stair railing, and stood on a wooden board used to place a giant candlestick. This place has a wide view and is easy to defend but difficult to attack, so he loaded the crossbow and looked for the target. No one can gain victory from me without paying a price, Tedonaradu remembered thinking.
Then in the next moment, he saw an unprecedented clerical knight.
The beef was cooked well, and Tedonaradu scooped up a piece of onion with a spoon and crunched it into pieces. It was so easy for the clergy knights to kill the Crusaders. The holy commandments of the monks of the Church were cut off and destroyed, and the magic of the Crusaders was defeated by the magic of a higher mystery.
In front of him, the bows and crossbows were useless, the swords and spears were like straw, his nightingale could not do anything to him, and the reason why his subordinates did not change the target was that the other Sita could not be touched at all. Just two enemies, one of whom was a heretic - Tedonaradu watched them cut through layers of obstacles and approach the building faster than the elusive assassin. Evacuating was the right decision. Tedonaradu himself was also a high-level player. The traps he set in the manor were difficult for him to escape, but now they were torn apart by his opponents.
So Tedonaradu stood on the wooden board that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and never fired an arrow from beginning to end. When the church's front finally collapsed, he climbed out of the window and rode off into the night.
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