A shadowy place in the middle of the church glowed black.

An arm reached out of it and crawled out clutching the ground.

Brother Kim held on to the bookshelf and spat out a mouthful of blood, very embarrassed.

His clothes and hair were disheveled, and in some places there were some slender wounds caused by the wind blade, and he walked all the way to the interior of the church by holding on to the wall.

In the midst of the splendid churches, people are praying sincerely.

There are those who come to seek fate. There are those who come to borrow money and money, and there are even those who have made wishes that will never be realized.

"Squeak!"

Brother Kim opened a door in the depths of the church.

Inside sat several men dressed in red monastic robes, with sacred cross necklaces hanging from their chests, which was a proof and symbol of their status as holy people.

One man had a very large beard, and in his hand he had a bottle of fine wine and a full glass of wine.

One person is lying on the table with his left hand, but his right hand is constantly shaking at the bottom of the table, his face is stupid, and he is making unknown small movements, but everyone present is not strange and has long been used to it.

One of them wore a hood even in the house, and the magic of detecting obstruction was applied on the hood, making it difficult to see his true face, but the folds in the skin of his hands showed that he was an old man.

And the last one, Bishop Pooles, calmly closed his eyes and kept his eyes on Kim's arrival, for he already knew the situation in his heart and was thinking about what to do next.

"Yo, Kim, what's wrong with being a monk in our great, holy, and bright-filled church?"

The bearded one pointed at Kim and mocked.

“...... Hmph!"

Kim didn't pay any attention to it, snorted coldly and entered the room, pulled out a chair that was unoccupied and sat down.

With his arms on his chair, he looked listlessly at the candle chandelier hanging high in the air.

"Don't let me go after all that kind of thing is said, you know that guy has a grudge against me. ”

Kim sighed, seemingly unhappy with his companions' decision.

"What's the matter, come have a drink?"

"No, I don't have the good mood you have. ”

The bearded man lifted the bottle and tried to fill it up for Kim, but was refused.

"yes, that's a shame. ”

With that, he put down the bottle and raised his glass to deliberately approach Kim.

"Oh, it's a pity, such a fragrant exotic wine, there are people who don't have the opportunity to enjoy it, tsk!"

The bearded man smacked his lips, with a slight hint of provocative rhyme.

And the wine he was enjoying was brewed by elves from a foreign land, and it was extremely delicious and priceless, and was robbed by countless rich children.

Commonly known as

Elven wine.

And the bottle that the bearded man is enjoying belongs to the top of the top grades, and it belongs to the most expensive one.

The estimated price of coarse cloth is about 10,000 mana.

In the continent of Niberkla, the gold levels from lowest to highest are copper, silver, gold, and mana.

With each level up, the price-performance ratio varies tenfold.

And the mana on top of the gold coin is a magical jade-like being, which contains magical power.

But it is of no use except to spend it as money.

"I said you, Duan Henghai, can you not drink on such an important occasion next time?"

The old man with the hood on the side was dissatisfied.

"What's the big deal, since people give us money to help them get the blessing of the goddess of light, then we can't enjoy it without it, after all, the goddess can't use it. ”

After Duan Henghai took a sip, he didn't care at all.

"Besides, I don't think you're any more vague than I am when it comes to spending money, right, Rui Chen?"

"Oh!"

The man named Rui Chen was suddenly called by his name, stopped his hand movements under the table, and raised his head to look at Duan Henghai blankly.

"Hey, don't move, don't move, hey—you can't do it there!"

Suddenly, Rui Chen seemed to notice it, and his hands were under him, as if he was slowly stroking something.

"......" Duan Henghai twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Meow~"

From the bottom of the table, a cat meow came from under Rui Chen.

Through the tablecloth, it can be seen that this cat is very large, round like a ball, and its body is full of boiled meat, and it is lying comfortably on Rui Chen's lap enjoying the stroke.

And between Rui Chen's legs, there was an extra scratch.

“...... Kim, you've failed......"

Bishop Poole opened his eyes and looked at Kim Dao.

"Go to the academy and ask Tealde to give an explanation for the opening assessment or something, this kind of task is impossible for me to complete, okay?"

Kim leaned back in his chair and looked at the candle chandelier in the sky.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he really doesn't have any extra strength to move this overtired body now.

In the duel with Tirde, just dodging those cut wind blades caused him to use up almost all of his magic and physical strength.

“...... No, you're doing a great job, you've done a great job!"

"Huh?!"

Bishop Pool's answer surprised Kim, which was sudden.

In an instant, he seemed to realize something, and after a sigh, he stopped worrying and closed his eyes to recuperate.

——————

In the Infirmary of the Holy Moon Academy.

Tylde was lying in a hospital bed, sleeping peacefully.

And there were several figures standing beside the bedside, all of whom were senior teachers in this school.

“...... Headmaster, Tirde, what's wrong with him. ”

One of them, a middle-aged man in a white robe, was the first to speak, breaking the silence for a moment.

“...... Alas. ”

The old man, known as the headmaster, sighed.

“...... Headmaster, what the hell is this!"

Wang Yan asked anxiously.

"It's the ...... of the Church"

As soon as they heard the word church, everyone present gasped.

They all knew what had happened to Tirde, but they had nothing to do with the church.

In the past ten years, the Church has gradually annexed the power of the kingdom and won the hearts and minds of the people, and now they have the strength to be completely inferior to the royal family, and even the parliament is governed by the sovereignty of the Church.

What's more, the activities of the barbarians on the periphery have been more rampant recently, and they have peeped at the borders of the kingdom several times.

If there is a dispute with the church at such a time, it will certainly not be worth the loss.

The Church has this kind of strength and bargaining chips in its hands, and even the king himself has nothing to do with them.

“...... Alas!"

Everyone present couldn't help but sigh, when will this day be the end.

"Squeak!"

The door to the infirmary was opened, and a woman in a white doctor's gown and holding a box of medicinal herbs walked in.

"Please, Fudia. The headmaster spoke.

“...... Well, leave it to me. ”

Fudia placed the herb box on the table of the infirmary, took the herb from it, mashed it, and then raised a small flame from between her fingers and burned it into liquid.

These herbs are all related to the brain and can play a role in soothing the brain nerves.

Although Tirde has been cast sleep magic by the Headmaster.

But that didn't work at all!

The side effect of sleep magic, even if you fall asleep, you will still retain the mood when you wake up.

In other words,

In other words, when the sleep magic expired, Tylde would still be in a state of rage when he woke up, and in this case, the soothing herbs played a great role.

It awakens the subject from sleep magic in a conscious state.

After witnessing that Fudia had fed Tilld the medicine, the headmaster walked to the door, followed by the teachers.

"Click!"

The door to the infirmary was closed.

The rest of the Fudia is left to Fudia, and when it comes to taking care of patients, Fudia is much more professional than them.

“...... Now, Tirde is down, and tomorrow's assessment will probably not be able to take command, so ......"

The headmaster spoke after a brief silence.

"Headmaster, I don't have class tomorrow, I'll come!"

Wang Yan said.

“...... Okay, then please, Wang Yan. ”

——————

In a dark, damp cavern.

"Oh~ You seem to be in a good mood, don't you?"

A choppy woman with red lips sat on a boulder, with a pair of demonic wings on her back, and spoke to the black-robed man who walked into the cave.

"Of course, I'm in a really happy mood right now, and seeing the tight defense of the Cagnier Kingdom has brought my whole body and mind to a climax!"

"Such a perfect and powerful defense, people can't help but want to tear it up with their own hands, like a blank sheet of paper!"

"-Ahh

The man said with a hideous face.

And the unusually terrifying face under the hood could probably only be seen by this young woman.

"Are you really that happy?" The woman asked tentatively.

"Of course!"

"Did you forget something?"

"What do you mean by forgetting, if you mean that incident, I will definitely not forget, it is my eternal destiny to serve the Demon God!"

"Oh, really, but how did I hear that someone came with an army of a thousand men, only to be wiped out a month later?"

The woman's lips curled in a curvature, full of great allure but full of unknown dangers.

"So, I still can't like and accept you as a woman, you always speak so ugly!"

The black-robed man's mood changed 360°.

"Haven't you heard a word?"

"Beautiful roses, but they are all thorny~"

The woman smiled sweetly.