Bright sunlight shines through the stained glass of the church's dome and spills on the rows of prayer benches. The pastor stands on a high platform and recites a psalm in praise of the Light. A faint light filled the church, but it was impossible to find the exact location of the light source.

Rolf sat quietly on a bench in a remote corner of the church, dressed in a crisp knight's armor. Listening to the pastor's hymn with a numb expression. He seemed to be completely oblivious to the gazes of the other worshippers in the church.

His eyes were hollow, like a walking corpse. Only a silver medallion on his chest, shimmering faintly in the sun.

"The Holy Light will cleanse the world of all evil!, may the Holy Light protect you!" the priest ended the hymn and sprinkled a white glow with a wave of his hands!

"Citizens of Talon County, devout believers, let us invite our hero, the survivor of the Battle of the Caldera, His Excellency the Holy Knight Rolf, to tell us about his path of light, with the warmest applause!" the priest suddenly raised his voice several times over, and looked at Rolf in the corner with enthusiastic eyes.

Standing up, he bowed slightly towards the believers in the church. The right hand with the iron glove clenched into a fist and slammed it in front of the chest!

Bang!

Rolf's still slightly immature face pretended to be solemn: "Praise the Light!"

"Praise forever, our heroes!"

Warm applause rang out like thunder, and Rolf straightened his back and slowly walked up to the high platform with a ruler and a measured pace.

"The Light gives us courage and guides my comrades to the heavenly kingdom of the gods......"

Several men in civilian clothes leaned against the gate of the church, looked at Rolf on the high platform with disdain, and suddenly spat on the ground: "The villain who betrayed the woman to the throne!"

"Alright, Ben, let's go! There's a hearing in the afternoon. His companion patted him on the chest, grabbed Ben and disappeared into the bustling crowd of Talonshire.

Whether the Holy See was trying to save face from defeat or to mobilize for the next bigger action, the group of dogs who were lucky enough to survive the Battle of the Crater were treated like heroes.

The bishop himself traveled from the city of Cologne to the county of Talon to present them with the Silver Cross of Honor.

The bright sunlight dispelled the haze of the past few days, and these knights who had escaped death gradually came out of the shadow of war.

Flowers and beauties warm their war-battered hearts, and everything seems to have passed. Death became a dusty memory.

Only the gates of the Inquisition in Cologne, which had been closed for several days, seemed to announce that a larger war was coming.

Bright sunlight also shines on the crater. Return to the silence of the volcano and dispel the hellish atmosphere under the bright sunshine. The werewolf women, women and children had migrated farther afield, leaving only a few people, including Hans, to keep in touch with Bahrain in the crater.

Bahrain, who had been in a coma for several days before gradually waking up, could not see the slightest blood on his pale face. In the end, the Arcanist chose to remain in the crater and await their only hope, the Scarlet Enchantment.

Rather than flee elsewhere, it is better to simply stay in the crater and continue to confront the Holy See with the help of the volcano. The crater and the city of Cologne faced off in a seemingly silent confrontation. Bands of knights converged from the various church stations throughout the diocese of Cologne towards Talon County in a stream.

At the castle of the Counts of Berval, more than a hundred kilometers away from the county of Dalon, dozens of knights are getting ready to go. As the first nobleman in the Kingdom of Cologne to choose to convert to the Holy See, this is the time for him to show his loyalty!

Dozens of former bloodline knights have now been transformed into armor overflowing with holy light, and have since become members of the Holy See's holy knight sequence.

Standing alone on a balcony of Count Berval's castle, he looked indifferently at Count George, who was presiding over the expedition below, his thin lips pursed together.

Tuk, tuk!

A polite knock on the door sounded, the first one alerting the people in the house that a guest was visiting, and the second two in a row to tell the people in the house that they had heard correctly.

In the aristocratic world, a continuous knock on the door is the most impolite behavior, and it is generally only done during the funeral.

The visitors outside the door show good cultivation from the sound of tricks!

"Come in!" George said softly, turning back to his bedroom.

Squeak......

The wooden bedroom door slowly opened, and a valet wearing a black tuxedo and a white shirt with a hard lining on his chest stepped inside!

"Master, it's already arranged!" the manservant whispered mysteriously!

"Thomas, you have been the first valet of my castle for many years, and you are also my right-hand man in arcane experiments. I'm glad you got away this time!" Count George stared at the manservant with a serious expression.

"For you, and for my own arcane path. This time it's my duty!" Thomas nodded!

"Watch out for Bolval's eyes!" George admonished, frowning, as if disgusted with Bolval, a fellow nobleman who had betrayed the trust of his ancestors.

"Sir, please rest assured. Thomas smiled slightly: "In terms of spells, I naturally can't compare with the lord who single-handedly started the battle of the crater, but when it comes to hiding, all the way from the Eastern Continent to your castle, you should have confidence in me!"

George got up and went to his bedside and lifted a box from the bedside. It is filled with a dazzling variety of jewelry.

Reaching out and picking up a bag full of various charming gems from it, he handed it to his first manservant, and said with a bit of reluctance: "An ounce of mana essential oil!

"I understand!" Carefully taking the bag full of gems handed by the Earl, Thomas couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This is why nobles can have such financial resources to support their own arcane research......

The already expensive mana essential oil has been hyped up to a sky-high price in this world controlled by the Holy See. If you want to study arcane art under the nose of the Holy See, only the great nobles have the financial resources.

Of course, he didn't know that the Arcanist Balin they were about to visit was a freak who could complete the official Arcanist promotion in the Colosseum!

Most of the people in the castle and outside the manor rushed to the castle gates to watch the knights' departure ceremony, and Thomas took the opportunity to climb the castle's modest walls alone. Walking through a secluded path, a dusty and inconspicuous carriage was parked alone on the side of the road.

Reaching out to untie the reins of the mule and horse, Thomas flipped into the carriage and shook the reins.

The mules and horses had to answer, and with the rhythmic sound of horses' hooves, they slowly walked towards the crossroads ahead.

Talonshire Castle and the crater opposite it are like two sponges, absorbing the surrounding teams with different intentions. An even bigger storm is brewing silently, just waiting for the final one more violent collision.