In the dense forests of the south, a small hunter's temple is tucked away.

No one knows when the temple was built.

Or rather......

No one knew there was a temple here.

The convoy that followed Kirk, the High Priest of the Temple of the Hunters, was stunned when they saw the temple, and then they let out a cheer.

Temple!

For the people of Navia, it has irreplaceable significance.

It is not only a spiritual comfort, but also a shroud in the aura of 'God'.

Under such a shroud, they will be protected from disasters.

"The temple is too small to accommodate everyone, except for the priests of the various temples, please camp around the temple and follow the arrangements of the knights."

"If you have anything, you can also report it directly to the temple."

"Everything is as it is in Navia."

Kirk stood on the stone steps of the temple and shouted loudly.

No one would object to such a proposal.

People take it for granted.

After all, inside the city of Navia, that's how it is.

Under the command of the knights, civilians, soldiers began to get busy.

A group of deacons from the Hunter Temple walked towards the convoy, and after a while, they were carrying jars, boxes, and baskets to the quietly quiet temple that had been cleaned by another team of Hunter Temple deacons.

In front of the statue of the hunter, incense candles have been lit.

A large sheepskin blanket was spread out, and on top of it lay empty silver plates.

The deacons quickly walked over and put the wine and honey in the jar, the spices stored in the box, the bread and roast meat in the basket.

For the priests of the temple, such food was not abundant, but that was in the time of Navia.

And at the moment?

It's not hearty anymore.

It's a feast in the truest sense of the word.

The continuous running not only made them exhausted and hungry, but especially exhausted, and the feeling of fear was really uncomfortable.

It's uncomfortable, it's devastating.

Therefore, when there is a stable environment and enough food, these people who usually consider themselves "servants of the gods" really have a feeling of gratitude.

One after another, these priests from various temples expressed their gratitude to the High Priest of the Hunter Temple, who had just finished praying.

"Here, we will have a new beginning, and although it will be difficult at the beginning, everything will be better after that."

"Please use the food first."

"My old friends have been waiting for a long time."

"We need to talk about more things."

With that, Kirk got up and walked towards the conference room behind the temple.

The priests of the various temples watched with gratitude as the back of the High Priest of the Hunter Temple disappeared, and immediately launched an attack on the food in front of them.

At this time, they don't have any grace to speak of.

Hunger.

They have been tormented for a long time.

Kirk listened to the noise behind him, and couldn't help but smile well.

That's what he wants.

Of course, this is just the beginning.

A new beginning.

Thinking of the final result, the High Priest of the Hunter Temple almost couldn't help but laugh.

However, the other party, who knew that it was the temple situation now, immediately suppressed such a smile and walked towards the conference room.

There were still some things he had to deal with.

Inside the conference room.

On a long oval-shaped table, one candlestick after another is placed, and the dish that follows the candlestick is one dish after another.

Compared with the food enjoyed by the priests outside, the food here is naturally different in quantity and size, more exquisite and more attractive.

But unlike that, these foods ...... It's deadly!

The high priests of the temple were all prostrate on the table.

Their mouths and noses were bleeding, their faces were bruised, and they were breathing except for the high priest of the god of ceremonies.

"Why?"

The High Priest, who had been praised by the entire city of Navia as a model of ceremonies, yelled at Kirk with a hideous and distorted face.

"Why?"

"What do you say?"

The High Priest of the Hunter Temple asked rhetorically.

But the other party does not know at all.

Naturally, there were more doubts and incomprehensions in that gaze.

"Ugh."

"Sure enough, it's all rubbish."

With these words, the High Priest of the Hunter Temple placed his hand on the other party's neck and strained slightly.

Click!

After a crisp sound, the High Priest of the God of Rites lost his breath.

Looking at the High Priest, the god of ceremonies, whose eyes widened until death, Kirk couldn't help but shake his head.

The other party is just too stubborn.

No!

It's all too stubborn.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have done it.

But the great situation in front of him is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if he misses it, I'm afraid he will regret it for the rest of his life.

So, he made his choice.

"Horace."

Kirk raised his voice.

"High Priest."

The middle-aged man with thick hair, a long bow on his back, and a short knife hanging from his waist walked out in response, this Zeng Qinran noticed that the priest of the Hunter Temple, who was a teacher of Pude, did not have the slightest surprise when he looked at the various temple priests who had all died, or rather, as one of the participants, he only had surprise when he saw this scene.

After all, it means they're one step closer to success.

"We've been doing well so far."

"I hope we can continue to go well."

"So, I'm going to put an end to all hidden dangers."

Kirk said in a deep voice.

"Understood."

"I assure you, they have a loyalty to you that no one has!"

Horace, who knew this, bowed behind Kirk and clapped his hands outside.

Smack, smack!

With a crisp sound, a group of people walked in.

They were tall, short, fat, thin, of different ages, and of different countenances.

But the only thing they have in common is that their stature and age are very similar to those of the dead high priests around them, and even their faces are somewhat similar.

The men fell to their knees in front of Kirk.

"High Priest."

They shouted in unison.

"Hmm."

Kirk looked at the prostrate people with satisfaction, and glanced at Horace.

Immediately, Horace sprang into action.

He had an extra box full of all kinds of small items in his hand.

There's glue, hair, foundation, and much more.

He meticulously applied makeup to the people in front of him.

The people, who themselves resembled the dead high priests, became almost identical after Horace's makeup.

Watching one familiar face after another stand up, Kirk couldn't help but smile.

It's a smile from the bottom of my heart.

Because, everything was as he expected.

And, he got off to a perfect start.

He.

He will be the final victor in this battle.