Witnessing the sages' chaotic liquidation of the priesthood in the city along the way made Klimte's lips tighten under his white beard.

But in the end, he put the task of rescuing the saint first, and did not lose his mind in anger.

This made Lan En feel much more reliable.

The small house is unremarkable and there are not many traces of battle.

Lan En touched the wooden door frame and nodded to the team behind him, indicating that this place should have been undiscovered and safe.

A golden-armored winged knight led the way to the door, and the two decapitating short axes on his waist had been pulled out and held in his hands.

The fat but highly skilled armor was under his control, and it didn't make much of a crashing sound, just a slight friction between the parts.

And not long after the golden-armored winged knight entered the door, a muffled snort suddenly came from the second floor of this room.

"Huh?"

It was a puzzled voice, but it was muffled by the helmet.

The Knight of the Golden Winged Knight immediately grasped his axe and looked over his head on alert.

And what caught his eye was a silver-armored two-axe winged knight.

The winged knight in silver armor flapped a pair of small wings on his back and jumped down.

And the group of people who were originally nervous also relaxed again after seeing each other's identities and actions.

After all, with this appearance, and taking the initiative to drill into his own formation, he is not an enemy no matter how you look at it.

Really.

"Are you, the ones who followed Rosalia out of Lothric, my brother?"

The silver-armored winged knight who jumped from above seemed to be very weak, and he had to hold one hand against the wall to barely maintain his standing position as he spoke.

A crowd of mermaids entered the room, and a bunch of winged knights entered, making these chubby guys in armor almost fill the space.

"You guys, fly up first."

Fortunately, Klimt gave the order to stand on two floors, so that it was not too crowded.

There is nothing to say about the combat ability of the Winged Knight, but the appearance of this armor is too fat.

After giving up his position, only the newly entered Knight of the Golden Winged Winged supported the wounded, while Klimt pulled his amulet from his bosom and began to perform a restorative miracle.

Magic and miracles in this world need a catalyst in your hand to activate, magic requires a magic staff, and miracles require holy bells or amulets.

Spells aren't well known because Lan hasn't been exposed to them yet, but it's expected to be the same.

A golden circle-shaped circle flashed from the wounded's body, and the state of this silver-armored winged knight suddenly improved a lot.

"It's you! And Archbishop Klimt! ”

Crying and laughing sounded from under his helmet.

"Everybody's dead, archbishop! The magicians and knights have raided us and robbed the Holy Maiden! We were too weak to protect Rosalia."

"Be careful!"

Klimte's already serious face, the expression at this time has been in a gloomy state, and at this time, he whispered a scolding, which made the silver-armored winged knight, who had just recovered from his injuries, suddenly shut his mouth.

Then Klimt looked at the Winged Knight's helmet, the helmet with an exaggerated smiley face lowered deeply.

Even through this steel armor, everyone could feel the guilt and self-blame of this winged knight.

Klimt sighed and turned her head away. Lan En stepped forward from him and patted the Silver-Armored Winged Knight's arm.

The armor crackled under Lane's hands.

"We're here to pick up the saint."

Lanne's first words made the winged knight jerk his head up.

"Can you give us some information, such as what kind of combat power was used to kidnap the Holy Maiden at that time, where the Holy Maiden will be imprisoned, etc.?"

The Silver-Armored Winged Knight knew everything, but in the end he only came to the same conclusion as Klimte's induction—the Holy Maiden was taken directly to the Great Library.

In the base camp of the sages.

"Understood." But Lan En, who didn't gain much in terms of intelligence, didn't look very low, but just patted the other party's arm comfortingly.

The low level of the commander is a taboo on the battlefield, and Lan En has automatically entered the state of the leader.

After all, Klimt's performance was not a good commander in his eyes.

In order to complete the mission, Rann began to subtly increase the priority of his orders in the team.

Klimt should have felt it, too, but perhaps out of self-knowledge, he acquiesced to Ranne's actions.

The switch and transfer of command power was as natural and unnoticeable as a cloud of peers under Lan's operation.

"Now, go down to the walls from the inner city and rest, knight."

Lane said to the winged knight, who had recovered a little.

"Don't worry about the knights on the high wall below, the Order is divided. The group in the high-walled church now is not against the sages, that is, friends. ”

As he spoke, Ryan showed him the Knight Master's Ring on his hand.

As one of the three pillars of royal power, the image of this ring is a household name in Lothric.

At the same time, it is also a strong proof.

The Silver-Armored Winged Knight looked like he wanted to get involved in the mission, but under Lan's insistent gaze, he could only nod in a gloomy mood, acknowledging the fact that he was now a burden.

He saluted the others in the room, prayed for their success in retrieving the Holy Maiden, and walked out of the hiding room alone.

It's not far from the Flame-Spreading Sect's control zone, so there's no danger along the way.

The witcher walked up to Klimt and nudged him with a small movement. Let him also come out of his depressed mood.

"Uh-oh!" Thankfully, Klimt wasn't stupid enough to grasp what Rann meant. He came to his senses and showed everyone the way.

"Follow me, the priesthood of Lothric has placed phantom walls on this supply house."

Klimt began to lead the way, and on the second floor of the hut, he kicked a wall that was not unusual, and then the wall disappeared, and a passage appeared in its original place.

It is only after entering it that the place reveals its expansive interior, with decorations befitting the high status of the priesthood.

There are no poor casters, and the priesthood is not poor.

It's just that the magnificence of this place is a thing of the past.

Now it's also stained with blood. Knowing the priesthood of this place as well as Climt, he fled here during the sorcerer's reckoning, but apparently died of his injuries.

He can only kneel and pray for death in front of an oil image depicting 'Winged Knight descending from heaven'.

"Once this painting by a master would have hung in one of the most prominent halls of Los Ric for people to admire, and now."

With a nostalgic look, Klimt stroked this small oil painting.

"Now, it is estimated that even the display of it will attract the reckoning of the magicians. So I can only eat ashes here. ”

Klimt's remembrance lasted only a moment, and he was still a pragmatic man.

After a familiar rummaging process, Klimt pulled out a number of things that he thought would be useful.

"It's coke pine resin."

He distributed the parchment packets to everyone, saying as he could.

Inside these packets is a black paste. Lane felt a bit like a plaster.

"When applied to a weapon, these charcoal pine resins will cause the weapon to become entangled in flames. The magicians in the big library put wax on themselves and their eyes in order to protect themselves from the dangerous knowledge of magic. The flame will make those wax people 'enjoy'. ”

Each of the Winged Knights was given coke pine resin, and it looks like they all use it.

Lan En also took a copy of it unsurprisingly, this thing sounded the same as Yanan's [Fire Paper].

Compared to coke pine resin, it was Climté's description of the sage's 'wax' in the large library that attracted Lann's attention.

'In order to protect himself from dangerous knowledge, he waxes himself'.

But after thinking about it, with the strength and wisdom of Ocelois, he still unearthed the knowledge of the white dragon in the large library, and finally turned himself into that appearance.

And the ordinary sages who are far from Ocelois, in that library full of ancient and great knowledge, want to learn and be safe, so it seems normal to do some abnormal behavior.

Then Climt brought a silk cloth on which lay several rings set with square blue gemstones.

"Magic ashlar rings, although the ashlar ring series is a symbol of knights, but after the Great Library was sealed to the sages, our relationship with knights has always been good."

Klimt picked up a ring from the silk cloth in his palm and handed it to the winged knight in front of him.

"Wearing it will reduce the encroachment of magic on you. This was originally the ring that King Othroes had given him to guard, but I don't know why he, who was so resistant to magic, ended up sealing the Great Library to the sages. ”

But when Klimt gave the ring to Ran, the witcher waved his hand and refused.

"I already have it." As he spoke, the witcher pulled out an identical ring from his bosom. "It is indeed a ring that was given to the king's guard. Last time I killed two Church Knights at the door of Osloais's dormitory, they had this in their hands. ”

It must be reiterated that Othrois is a god race in the White Religion who can compete for the position of the main god. And Klimta is a white archbishop.

So Lann's words directly silenced Klimt.

This man killed the gods of the main god level in his own faith, and pulled out the ring of his personal guard. But the problem is that it seems that the cause of spreading fire has indeed been promoted, and he, a clergyman, cannot complain at all.

Then you can keep it, the power of these rings does not stack."

After pursing her lips for a long time, Klimt could only hold back one sentence in the end.

Lann shrugged and walked behind him.

There was also a dead priesthood curled up, and from his bosom, Lan pulled out a small, delicate round shield.

(End of chapter)