Bokov frowned. His teaching army was unable to fight against such a large number of borers.
"The duty of our teaching army is to supervise the people's implementation of teachings. I cannot agree to break the holy period."
"Then one of your responsibilities is to protect the church! Now let alone the church, Dark Star City is at risk of destruction. Don't you want to find a way?"
"Master Bishop, if there is a way, what I come back to report will not be bad news, but military exploits."
The two were silent until there was a knock on the door.
"Ah, Brother Paladin Bokov, it turns out you are here, and your uncle is looking for you! He is praying in the temple now."
When he heard about the unreasonable uncle, Bokov's eyebrows knitted together. He ignored the clergy who came to report the news, but stood up and made a suggestion to Bishop Pastin.
"Master Bishop, it's not too late for us to send people to the nearby Black Abyss City to call for reinforcements. As long as we can find a way to bypass the collapse area, we can join forces with reinforcements and eliminate these borers before they approach Dark Star City."
The bishop raised his hand, seeming to have little interest in the proposal.
"Do it, do it... I leave the safety of Dark Star City to you, Bokov. All I can give you is some auxiliary help."
Bokov turned and left, the door banged, and the wind blew out the only candle.
The bishop, who had been silent for a long time in the darkness, suddenly jumped up. He pointed at the door in the darkness and became hysterical.
"Bokov! You've been trying to ignore me for five years, why are you here to discuss it with me?
Doctrines, dogmas, and canons, I'll ride on the horse! Do you know that there has been no news from the Imperial City for ten years?
This world is over! Bokov!
The teachings you protect have no meaning, it is a curse cast by the sages! This curse tightly binds people all over the world to protect that broken wooden box that no one knows what it is used for!
I won’t play with you anymore! Bokov, I don’t want to play anymore! Darkin Cult, Sun Cult...fuck you! "
Pastin howled and tried to light the candle, but it would not light amid his hysterical rants.
So, he groped in the darkness, trying to pack his things, leave the church, and leave Dark Star City.
When Bokov saw his uncle, he grimaced and waited for him to speak.
However, his uncle Jovi took out a gold coin with a smile.
"You finally plan to pay back the money, right?"
Jovi took back his hand, and Bokov missed the opportunity.
"In your hotel, a pair of unusual guests came today.
They wore clothes made of insect skin, but they spent a lot of money. "
Bokov narrowed his eyes and didn't care what Yovi said. He just wanted to know when the guy in front of him could pay back the money he owed him.
"That woman doesn't look like an upper-class believer."
This sentence caught Bokov's attention. He was the guardian of dogma, and he never looked at things that violated dogma.
"So, did that woman do anything disrespectful to the upper-class believers?"
Jovi waved his hand. He could not understand his nephew who only knew dogma and doctrine.
Obviously he could make more money with his status, but he just opened a hotel and did business honestly.
"I suspect they are river bandits on the underground river. That man has a dick on him!"
In Dark Star City, it is not uncommon to bring someone with you. After all, this world is a world shared by humans and insects. There is nothing special about bringing a weapon to protect yourself.
"It's not the kind of armor-piercing knife that kills insects. It looks like a sword!"
Bokov's eyes widened. Swords were rare in Dark Star City. They were weapons designed to deal with people, and mastering them required long-term training.
"Where are they?"
"I'm eating in your hotel, you're yelling, you're a fool."
"Yelling?"
"Well, he has the face of a nouveau riche, bossing around."
Bokov touched his chin and stared at his uncle Jovi with some suspicion.
In his eyes, Yovi is a scoundrel who is ignorant, lazy, and addicted to gambling. But one thing is certain, Yovi will not let go of anything that can make money.
If those two people were really river bandits, then he could confiscate the stolen money, lock them up with the agitators in the dungeon, and burn them at the stake together; if not, then he wouldn't lose anything.
"Let's go and see this arrogant guy."
Walter, who had always regarded this meal as a rehearsal for a date, was already in trouble. It was not that he couldn't perform, but that Mersin in front of him was eating too wildly.
She used too much force on the table knife and it squeaked on the metal plate.
People looked sideways, and Walter could only smile awkwardly.
Mersin seemed to be unaccustomed to using a knife and fork, and the harder she cut the steak, the worse it became. There was no other way, so Walter had to cut his own steak and exchange it with hers.
Fortunately, the taste of these dishes is good. The rich insect meat in the sauce is paired with unknown types of fungi. Their flavors complement each other and stimulate the taste buds repeatedly in the mouth.
The wine was milky white, with a small amount of floc in it. Walter didn't intend to drink it at first, until he saw Mersin pick up the cup and drink it all in one gulp, and he relaxed and savored it carefully.
This drink called white mushroom wine has a strong fermentation smell. At first, Walter thought he had drunk something spoiled.
But when the white mushroom wine slid down his throat and the faint fermented aroma spread, coupled with the spicy taste, he discovered the beauty of this wine.
"No wonder this wine costs seven silver coins...it's really good."
"Of course it's good. This is the best mycelium wine in Dark Star City. Country bumpkin, is this your first time drinking it?"
Walter turned and looked in the direction of the disappointing sound. A man in black robes and black boots stood at the entrance of the restaurant. He had two mustaches, and the ends of his beard were tilted upward, just like the corners of his mouth full of contempt.
Next to the bearded man was the short and fat restaurant manager. He faced the man in black robe, stared at Walter from the corner of his eyes, muttered a few words and left.
After he left, two other men in black robes appeared in his vacancy, staring at Walter angrily.
Walter recognized it. This was the Army of the Doctrine. It was what Mersin said was the means by which the Darkin Cult ruled the city.
He gracefully picked up the corner of the napkin and wiped his mouth. He stood up and looked at the man walking towards him, returning the gaze with a smile.
"You'd better be busy. I hate it when others interrupt my meal."
The people in the restaurant stood up with a roar and ran towards the exit of the restaurant as if they were running away.
The bearded man slowly walked around Walter and looked at Walter. He chuckled, as if the threat just now was just a joke to him.
"I thought it would all come to nothing. After all, my uncle is notorious for being unreliable. But looking at it now, you are indeed a sinner."
