Towards mid-July, the Soradin Heights experienced a second heatwave, and the continuous localized light rain at the end of June and the beginning of July did not bring much comfort to the people here, but fortunately the locals had already adapted to this in many ways.

Unlike the more northerly areas from Avenella, where the hollow structure of wood and stone was used instead of a single block of stone, the houses with thinner walls and better heat dissipation were adapted to the local environment, and with the shading of vegetation and the use of abundant precipitation with wood and bamboo, a typical Soladin house was far more comfortable than the one on the Avennera side, in the hot summer.

Humanity's ability to adapt is always amazing, from the hot and barren desert of Nernstein to dangerous creatures such as dinosaurs and bowjawed pigs, steppe dragon lizards and even wurms, and even the most powerful of the sub-humans, the Absela steppes, which are infested with orcs who are as intelligent as humans and even more physically capable.

In the far north, no matter how harsh the environment, human beings with strong resilience can always take root here and leave the fire of civilization.

But this human personality is not only good, this "stubbornness" is not only attached to those good qualities, but also works when it comes to those less beautiful insistences.

Jim?" Bauer has a unique face of the White Church in Soradin, half steppe blood, he inherited his father's side of the face and complexion, but his parents were not a normal and beautiful union. Of course, Jim's childhood was spent almost entirely in beatings, and even the kind of middle name he had that West Coasters often had was not a real name, but a contemptuous epithet - perhaps it was because of this childhood that Jim chose to follow the White Church faith.

Human beings will always have too unrealistic imagination about a certain decision, and delusionally think that a change in one decision will make many changes in all this. When Jim officially became the lowest missionary of the White Church at the age of fifteen, he thought that he would be able to escape from all that sad thing from now on.

But he only changed his identity a little, and still hasn't left the place where he was born. Even if it is a cultist, the people who are subject to it are also mortals who are prejudiced against the steppe people—or even more—so is it really really a big difference to just change from a "low-level commoner" to a "low-level cultist"?

The answer is obviously no, after all, the reality still exists there, people are still those people, and the place is still that place, and only small changes made by him will not and cannot produce earth-shaking changes. Thirty years later, Jim was the lowest preacher, and despite his hard work, he could only go further in exchange for the insulting title of "Hassan" - which lasted until two months ago.

Jim was ecstatic but also genuinely frightened by the sudden promotion, and it was impossible not to understand how unprecedented this promotion was after nearly half a lifetime of life experience. There was nothing but genuine respect and humility for Jim, the bishop of the region who had done all this, and the bishop's repeated mention of a truly grateful man who would lead to a better future made him almost humbled to put his face on the ground - and that was why the problem was so intractable for Jim.

He left his hometown in northern Soradin, and the new priesthood was in Corey Conrad, the high-ranking priest in charge of the Knights of the Cathar - this army attached to the Holy See was not only orphans, but also many noble children who supported the Holy See, and feared that the military would hold too much power, so it was customary for the White Church to send a clergy as its leader.

Despite Jim's lack of experience in warfare and command, decades at the bottom of society still gave him some keen instincts for survival. The sleek manner and the brown skin of the prairie man but the appearance of no martial arts and submissiveness were the impression he deliberately gave people, like those pets who rely on wagging their tails and begging to avoid becoming food, although cowardly, it is precisely because of this that they survive.

Of course, no matter what he does after climbing to his current position, he will definitely provoke some people who are hostile to him, and Jim, who understands all this, is naturally more low-key, and resolutely stands on his master's side.

He walked briskly, the thick limestone walls and the long robes that the White Church insisted on must use, he could never get used to it, even after so many years, whenever summer came, Jim would still feel sweaty from all this, but this time this time was hotter than before, and he only felt cold in a cold sweat.

As we mentioned earlier, Jim is the high-ranking priest in charge of the Knights Cathar on Corey Conrad's side. The establishment system of this papal armed force, which originated from the Laman Empire, is the same as that of the original Lamanite legions, because it follows a mature and rigorous system, and some people even think that the papal armed forces and the Knights of the Cathar possessed by the White Holy See are stronger than the army of Sivalier in terms of combat effectiveness, regardless of the number of individuals. The reason for this is that the West Valiers were professionally trained only by nobles and nobles' acolytes, while the armies of the White Curia were truly standing armies that had been trained for a long time.

However, this overly one-sided statement is based on the premise of "not mentioning numbers", and the "non-professional soldiers" who are used as a reason for Sivalier's poor strength are not the main force on the battlefield at all.

All in all, the White See, which costs money everywhere, could not build a large army of thousands of people like the original huge empire, and they could only symbolically equip the regional knights of each region with a hundred-man infantry team, which generally stayed in the city-state where the church was located to perform tasks such as maintaining law and order, while the knights were stationed in the church all year round for various training.

The infantry and cavalry put on a show for decades, but during this time they were suddenly dispatched. The ardent knights, who were indignant and exclaimed, "In the name of the glory of God, to destroy those evil things," were eager to try—a bad premonition that Gil had existed since that time, and that to this day his premonition has been successfully fulfilled.

In addition to the benefits of life that some churches will give to joining the White Church, one of the great advantages is that you can read a lot of free books, and the studious Jill has read a lot of history books during these decades of being bullied and isolated, and the result from his experience is that every time someone in history starts to stir up the emotions of others, bad things often happen quickly.

- But what could he do, it was his master's request, and he knew very well what the one above was doing such a thing.

Humans do not act for anything other than profit, even the servants of the gods, which of course does not mean that they are not religious, but on the contrary, every step of the knights and priests is to expand the faith in the great One God.

The part of the church loyal to that person had been waiting, and they had not been dispatched when there was a subhuman attack for the first time, and when the second subhuman attack, and the demonic rhetoric that had been in the upper echelons of the church had reached its climax, the one decisively staged a coup d'état and forcefully conquered the old pedantic stubbornness that was chattering within.

"The fruit must be plucked at the right time. Jim, who had had had the privilege of entering the room with the others—even if only as a lowest-level observer—remembered the words of the tall young man, who looked away from them by touching them for a moment in their astonishingly blue eyes, which were too intense and dazzling for a man like him to look directly at.

"Tsk-" The glow from the patio above the atrium was obscured, and Jim stepped into the shady hallway, his steps still fast and his hands clenched into fists, all the disgruntled expressions on his face changed to deferential deference after turning a corner.

"Knock knock—" "Your Excellency Bishop—" The white-painted wooden door was open, but Jim still knocked on it, knowing that his immediate boss did not like to be disturbed, so he was as humble as ever, and after calling out to the other with respect, he immediately folded his hands together and bowed deeply.

"What's the matter with you?" The Bishop of the District was about Jim's age, but he was now bald, a tall, lanky man with a Mediterranean hairstyle. His wrinkled face had a small black mole under the corner of his left eye, and his straight face and tone of voice always exuded a superior arrogance.

“...... It's about, the Alva knights, their thing. Jim, who had long been accustomed to the attitude of the other party, carefully chose the right words and said this, he maintained a bowing posture, even if this posture was very burdensome to him in his old age and not very strong, but Jill still held on, and did not dare to stand up until the bishop agreed.

He raised his head slightly, taking in the other man's expression.

The bishop of the "......" region raised his eyebrows, and he sat in a comfortable rocking chair in the Lamanite style, the incense candles lit for the very gloomy nature of the room were burning quietly, and the bishop still held an ink pen made of goose feathers in his hand, and he still had a straight face, but half of his sparse eyebrows were much higher.

The ...... Bishop was silent, Jim understood that this was a sign of displeasure, and he never liked to interrupt what he was doing with unexpected news, so the middle-aged man had to maintain a bowing posture respectfully, and did not dare to say a word.

"You don't have to maintain this position. It wasn't until his feet began to tremble a little that the Bishop of the District finally seemed satisfied, and he spoke, and Jim was finally able to return to his upright position. The bishop continued: "So the thing, what is it?"

The bishop of the region, who has a third of the noble blood of the Laman and is proud of it, deliberately said it in Lamanic terms, and Jill, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately felt his cold sweat seeping out again, and after thinking about it, he finally decided to talk about it.

"That's right, the mercenary with the great sword ...... that 'the one' had told his subordinates to keep an eye on before" "What! have you found it, that man!" his careful words were rudely interrupted by the regional bishop, and he slapped the table heavily The cold and arrogant look before him disappeared without a trace along with the Nalaman words: "Tell me! Where, that man is carrying the greatest treasure of my White See, Hassan, why didn't you tell me the news in the first place!"

Only this contemptuous title is the same as always, the corners of Jim's eyes twitched and quickly controlled his emotions, he didn't open his mouth to say that it was because you were pretending to be forced or something, the middle-aged priest who was well versed in survival just still carefully chose his words, and said slowly while staring at the other party's face.

"That's the problem...... Your Excellency...... The bishop of the region was tacitly forgotten by the two of them for a moment, and he once again assumed that arrogant and indifferent appearance, while Jim cautiously continued: "Alva knights, they ...... Attacked each other. ”

“......”

- "Click"

There was a brief silence, followed by the sound of quills being pinched.

"Do you mean, they're like those radicals, Hassan......" Jim had never heard the voice of the bishop of the region so cold that he squeezed out the words between his teeth almost word for word: "Are you saying that our knights, like those stupid and brainless radicals, want to destroy 'that one' plan!"

"Buckles, Buckles, Buckles—" The sound of the archmaster's knuckles tapping on the wooden table in anger was heard by Jim clearly, and he was drenched in a cold sweat and almost felt that he was going to be separated or worse to return to his previous life in the next second, but under pressure, the middle-aged man still had to answer hard: "Yes...... The Alva knights said that they had seen a half-vampire in the mercenary's ranks, so ...... On the spur of the moment, he wants to take it by force. ”

"Ridiculous!!" stinking saliva sprayed Jim's face, but he was respectful and showed not the slightest hint of resistance.

"Those damn radical aristocrats are stupid enough to hire damn killers at the risk of the world's condemnation, and you know what would have happened if the council hadn't succeeded in stopping further action!"

"You steppe bastard, Hassan, your brain is as full of shit as those guys who only know how to fuck their sheep!"

"That's ...... That's ...... To find a chance for us prodigal sons to return......" The bishop of the region was worthy of being able to climb to this position, and before he could finish his muttering words after cursing, his expression immediately returned to solemnity.

"Remove Alva's brainless thing, let McLean go up to him, and contact Sir Kurharing. ”

"Your Excellency, Bishop?" Jim's eyes widened, realizing what the other man was up to.

"This can't be exposed, you know, no-can--viol--expo. The bishop poked Jim's chest with the index finger of his right hand and said this, the feeling of pain and the shock in his heart were quickly dissolved and accepted by him, and the middle-aged man did not ask the words "Isn't this betraying 'that one'", he knew very well what he had to do, so he bowed respectfully again.

"Isn't there a half-vampire in their ranks, kill it, no matter how many people die, kill it, do the right thing for heaven, kill it, we don't want to have a conflict with that man, you see, don't fight with him. ”

"We are just doing the right thing for heaven and getting rid of evil. The Bishop said in an accentuated tone, and Jim bowed again respectfully, and then slowly withdrew.

Before leaving the bishop's chamber, he heard the voice speak in a slightly trembling voice.

"Aurora's nightmare...... A double-edged sword that is frightening and disgusting. (To be continued.) )