Harold followed the horseshoe prints that were left by Rektaran Ramiel's white steed as he passed by.

Harold estimated his own speed and the speed of the white horse, and if nothing else, he could catch up with the white horse in half an hour. After catching up, Harold plans to ambush Rektaran Lamir, subdue him in one fell swoop, and force him to find out the truth.

After a brief encounter with the stalker that night more than a month ago, Harold thought for a long time, but he didn't understand the stalker's motives that day.

Later, after spending some time with Lilina, Harold suddenly realized that the guy might not be following him, but Lilina.

The purpose is obviously not an idiot's behavior, but has a deeper reason.

As soon as it became clear that the stalker was the dog-like bespectacled student president of St. Phelan College, Harold was even more sure that he was right to speculate that there would be a major anomaly in the church territory.

Harold stared at the horseshoe prints, judging the direction of travel, his boots raising a shower of snow.

"Rektaran Ramir, who was in the forest for destroying the body of Freddy Bart, the Grand Prince of the Salga Empire, and executing it for his guards, left it in the Church Territory and on the border with the Empire. Apparently trying to create some rumors about Freddie Barth, the man with glasses is really an ambitious and daring conspirator. ”

"Such a person personally paid attention to Lilina, and he also put Lilina's little girl beside him and watched."

"Sure enough, I was right, Lilina is really in the heart of the anomaly that the church territory is about to face."

Harold swept through the forests and snow like a gray whirlwind, and in a matter of moments he had already crossed the border between the Sarga Empire and the Church Domain.

Thankfully, the weather was fine today, and the horseshoe prints on the snow were still very clear, allowing Harold to easily follow them, and he rushed up a small hill to look south.

A quick glance at the entire clearing under the hill gave Harold a twinkle in his eyes, his unusually sharp eyes had caught the figure in black on a white horse, about a kilometer away.

"Found it!!" Harold immediately rushed down the hill and ran toward the rider. At the speed at which the two were moving, it would take less than five minutes for Harold to intercept the rider in front of him.

Unexpectedly, Harold had just rushed down the hill when the direction of the black-clad rider's horse suddenly changed and he was heading southeast.

Harold was slightly surprised, as if the rider's destination was very close. Harold didn't think much of it, though, and his direction of running followed the direction of the horses in the distance.

Suddenly, Harold slowed down, his keen sense of hearing doing its job. He heard a large number of neighing voices in the distance, quite numerous.

"It's weird!" Harold immediately climbed to the top of the tree beside him and looked towards the place where the sound had come from.

It was a secret camp in the middle of the woods, in a small forest at the foot of the snow-capped mountains of St. Maurice.

Harold saw the man in black on a white horse riding into the camp, and someone came out of the camp and took the white horse for him.

From the men's clothing, Harold judged that the group were the men of the Holy See's Knights of Discipline, and that there were between 200 and 300 men stationed in the forest camp. There is a watchtower, and there are sentries holding monocular folding binoculars to guard the perimeter.

In this case, no one will choose to go crazy.

If it were left at a time when his ability had not been extinguished, the Punishment Knights, a modern soldier equivalent to a little special ability, would not be able to pose a threat to Harold by the order of a hundred times and a thousand times.

But now, doing what you can is the right choice.

Harold tapped the trunk of the tree with some annoyance, and he jumped sharply on the snow.

"This nasty glasses man, Lao Tzu will go back to the academy city to squat you."

Harold turned in his direction and walked in the direction of College City without looking back.

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Rektaran Ramil rode on a white steed to the secret camp of the Knights of Punishment at the foot of the snowy mountains of St. Maurice, and the Knights of Punishment stepped out of the camp and took his mount.

Captain Pillmons, the commander of the garrison of the Church Territory of the Order, personally greeted him.

He was very polite and greeted Rektaran Lamir into the barracks with a smile on his face.

Although his teacher has explained it, and he doesn't like this young junior with glasses. But now the two are grasshoppers tied to a rope, and they can't help each other in the same boat.

Pillmons already knew that the "bomb" that could explode at any time was located in St. Phelan's College, and if countless people were killed in the explosion in the academy city, his head would probably have to be moved to appease the public.

All they have to do now is let that "bomb" explode in the no-man's land of the snow-capped mountains of St. Maurice, and they can cover it themselves.

But the glasses in front of him always look confident, and three days ago it is said that he went to the hometown of the Salga Empire in the north to deal with some household chores.

Pillmons was annoyed, but he really had to cooperate with this man.

"Brother Ramiel, you're finally back." Pillmons shook Rektaran's hand very warmly. "As soon as you came back from the front foot, our people came down from the snowy mountain."

"That's a blessing for them."

"Yes, four elite knights, who have been lurking on the snowy mountains to spy on their targets for days." Pillmons said. "By the way, do you really have a chance to kill the target, or don't do it?"

"No, you can't. If you act rashly, it is likely to cause the target dog to jump off the wall in a hurry, and the "cracks" on the target's body will be activated early, and a huge range of "Demon Domain" may eventually be formed. What price does it have to pay to wipe out those high-level monsters that have emerged? Rektaran Ramil pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. It's better to use a more secure method. ”

Pillmons muttered, "Indeed, there are two 'Ice Roars' guarding the target. Even if the four elite knights I sent were able to kill the Ice Roar next to the target, they would probably be wiped out. ”

After Pillmons said this, he stared at Rektaran Lamir's blue eyes behind the glass lenses, and he still had doubts in his heart since he knew about Rektaran Lamir's plan.

"The girl you're talking about, is she really reliable? It's only a teenager, and she's ..... with her target."

"Hah! Mr. Pillmons, rest assured. The little woman is ruthless, not only to others, but even more ruthless to herself. So, no one is better suited to be that poison bait than her. ”