"Fellow Locke, I'm sorry, I can only determine the location of which evils are in the noble district of Andohal City."

With a wry smile, the young Bishop Harry said to Locke Ampy, who was carrying the Holy Cross two-handed sword in front of him.

Harry had learned from the Church's Insider Izvestia three years earlier that he was leading the Lordaeron's strongest team of demon hunters during the training of the Bishop of the Holy City of Mercia.

From a geographical point of view, Andohar City is close to the Dalaran border area infested by the cult "Cult of the Damned", and it is one of the most frequent areas for the demon hunter elite in the Church priesthood.

"After all, I only preside over a small regional church."

The young bishop turned around, stared at the Holy Cross that glowed with a faint golden light in front of him, and said regretfully.

"You can't have a full view of the city."

Every church of the Holy Light Cross Church can be called a sanctuary of God inside, and everything that happens can be said to be exposed to the gaze of God Yahweh, and there is nowhere to hide it.

But outside of the church, it depends on the size of the church and the number of believers around it, but in essence, the regional church, the cathedral, the patriarchal church, the cardinal church······ Almost every time you ascend to the next level, the scope of the church's influence expands accordingly.

In the city of Andorhar, the Crucifixion did not develop well in the city, given the fact that the regional church presided over by Harry was in a slum.

"Bishop Harry, please don't say I'm sorry."

Uncle Locke, who is a veteran demon hunter of the Holy Light Cross Sect, drew a cross on his chest and saluted.

"You've helped us enough."

To tell the truth, the young bishop in front of him was able to chase down the evil aristocratic district that was at the heart of the city with a regional church that was on the edge of the city and the lowest level in the hierarchy, which was already something that surprised and admired Uncle Locke.

With the demon hunting missions he took over in the past, which had no intelligence support at all in the wilderness, it was indeed a great help to be able to determine a range this time.

The city of Andohal is not the royal city of Lordaeron, and the noble district is the castle of the largest lord in the region, the Count of Andorhar, and the mansions of more than 20 feudal lords belonging to the count's vassals.

"Captain, the mid-level Ruling Templar Merkeldo has sent a message to the Faith Network Locke Demon Hunting Squad."

As Locke saluted, a sturdy young paladin behind him walked up to him and whispered.

"He used the Judgment Divine Technique, from the city guards, to determine the nobles who are currently in Andohar City, and there are only three nobles in Andohar City, Count of Andorhar, Viscount Krent, and Viscount Mordo."

"It is worth our attention that Viscount Moldo, counting today's trip, happened to be out of the city this month and returned to the city 12 times."

"Yes, I see."

Turning sideways, worthy of being a veteran demon hunter, Locke nodded to the subordinates behind him, and then looked at Bishop Harry, who had turned around again, with a calm demeanor, and said solemnly.

"Your Excellency, I think my team members already have some clues."

"Leave the rest to us!"

Harry, who knew the professionalism of the middle-aged uncle in front of him, nodded trustingly, and crossed his hands on his chest, and a pale golden light of evil protective holy magic fell on the heads of the holy warriors from the top of the church.

This protective holy art that uses the power of the church to bless is formless and colorless after the blessing is successful, and can resist the full force of the Silver Hero-level dark spell.

"Then I please, God bless you!"

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Just when the demon hunters of the Holy Light Cross Church discovered their target, another righteous force in Lordaeron also discovered that something was wrong with the dark forces in the city of Andorhar.

However, unlike the Demon Hunters of the Holy Cross Church, who quickly identify targets and even start moving.

This team, the followers of the Three Virtues of the Primordial Light, the members of the "Silver Hand Paladins" who had played a great role in the human-beast war under Lordaeron, are tugging at the skin of the local feudal lord Count Andorhar, the ruler of Andorhar City.

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness the Prince."

In the castle of the Andohar family, Arthas, the prince of Lordaeron, who had just arrived through the Earl's family's private teleportation array, looked angrily at the earl who was boasting in front of him.

"According to the decree of the feudal nobility established at the beginning of the founding of the Kingdom of Lordaeron."

"You can't summon the lords of all places to baptize the Holy Light without the king's personal authorization."

The earl, with a face on his horse, continued calmly.

"With all due respect, Your Highness the Prince, I will personally write to His Majesty Terenus for your request today."

He didn't care about His Royal Highness's angry expression, as a real feudal earl with a territory, the backbone of the local lord's faction in the kingdom, if the person who asked him to forcibly convene a meeting of the local feudal lords in front of him was not the only prince of Lordaeron, he would have ordered him to be driven out long ago.

Forcibly asked him to gather hundreds of surrounding territories and gather nearly a hundred feudal lords to baptize the holy light together, hehe, you said that if you gather one, two, or even ten, eight, this earl can see your prince's name and order the subordinate feudal lords to come and deal with it.

As for the hundreds, hehe, they are real nobles with territories and private armies! Together, it is enough to influence millions of people in various territories, and without the official order of His Majesty the King, what do they want to do when they come together? Rebellion?

Apparently, Arthas, who is still young, has stepped out of the royal city for the first time, following his teacher, the Paladin Uther, the leader of the Silver Hand, on a mission to fight evil.

Unlike the previous missions that were successfully executed and could be completed by force alone, this mission to the city of Andorhar on the border of Dalaran to search for information related to the "Cult of the Damned" undoubtedly requires the prince to temper his politics in addition to force.

And what is expected is that the prince, who grew up under the sycophants of the court nobles since childhood, issued a brainless order to the Earl of Andohal in front of him as soon as he met, ordering him to gather nearly a hundred feudal lords in the surrounding area.

Hearing that the Count was about to complain to his father, he became a little frightened, and the young paladin, with shoulder-length hair and full body armor, hurriedly looked at his teacher Uther beside him.

Your Highness is still a little young! However, after all, His Majesty only has one son, and it is understandable that he has been protected too well over the years.

Uther sighed inwardly when he saw Arthas's flustered expression.

Stepping forward, he stroked Arthas's shoulder, feeling the young prince calm down. Uther, who has officially become a middle-aged uncle, hinted with his eyes that the Count of Andohar performed well, and it was very interesting for the prince, and I was very satisfied.

"Ahem!"

Only then did he cough twice.

"Your Highness means that I hope you can convene a drinking party, and as a paladin, the prince wants to personally baptize his future courtiers."

As he spoke, he prepared to give Alsace a lesson on the difference between feudal nobility and court nobility tonight, although the prince may have heard about it in his palace studies before, but he never knew how to do it, and how to get along with the nobles of the territory under his protection, this is the greatest knowledge of every generation of Lordaeron kings.

"It doesn't take too many people, just count your vassals can come."

"Your Highness has been influenced by Empress Jialia in the past."

At the end of his words, he also deliberately explained on behalf of Arthas why the prince said that order, which made the count suddenly nod his head.

As we all know, Arthas's sister Galia has become the empress of the Holy Araço Empire two years ago, and there are no fiefdom nobles in the Holy Araço Empire, only the "Holy Empire Nobles" similar to the court nobles, and the administrative officers and affairs officers born by examinations are elected by the citizens of the empire on the imperial spiritual network.

And the Emperor Karen, who was canonized by the Messianic prophet on behalf of God, is the highest authority of the Imperial Spiritual Network except for the Messiah, and unless his order conflicts with the papal decree of the Crucifixion, it is a complete word.

And some time ago, the young prince who had just returned from a trip to the Holy Araso Empire, under the influence of his brother-in-law's arbitrariness, was undoubtedly acceptable to the earl.

"I see, it's my fault that Your Highness."

The earl, who walked down the steps given by Uther, immediately stroked his chest and saluted the prince, after all, he was the future majesty, and he couldn't really stiffen the relationship.

Looking up again, the Count had changed his smiling face.

"On behalf of the 22 nobles to which Andohar belongs, I welcome His Royal Highness the Prince to this peaceful and beautiful city······"

"Boom!"

A deafening loud bang interrupted his words just in time, causing the entire count, who had been singing a hymn of harmony before, to turn black in an instant.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Before the Count could react, a series of dense explosions exploded one after another in everyone's ears.

The embarrassed Earl cast an apologetic look at Uther, then quickly turned around and roared.

"Guards! Guardsman! ”

This was his city, and as soon as he heard the movement, the explosion seemed to be not far from the family castle in the center of the city.

If something really happened and hurt His Royal Highness the Prince who came here, he wouldn't dare to imagine the consequences!

"What the hell is going on!"

The official high-ranking earl shouted loudly, and his angry tone spread throughout the city······