"In other words, is that what you mean by a giant mercenary group that is stationed in one place?" asked Kyleus.

You can understand it that way, too. Miranda affirmed.

"Don't think that the union is like any other mercenary group, or you'll suffer. Miranda admonished.

"Is there any difference?" asked Kyleus.

Flanda organized a sentence and said, "To put it simply, the mercenaries of the union are much stronger than the mercenaries of the ordinary mercenary group. Otherwise, the trade union, as the defending party, would have been ousted from the huge power throne by other mercenary groups, after all, the huge power and interests are too tempting. ”

"How strong?" asked Kyleus.

"The specific situation will vary according to the specific situation of each guild, but there will be at least one mercenary above A level to be eligible to form a trade union, and in fact, the mercenary group that can become a union will have at least one S mercenary in charge. Miranda explained.

"What about this 'Fairy Eye'?"

"They have four S-class mercenaries, all of whom are close to the legendary level of powerhouses, and I think you also know very well how strong the fighting power of a union with such a strong person will be. Flanda said with a smile.

"I remember, thank you so much. Kyrlius thanked.

"When people are old, they talk a lot, please don't be surprised......," Miranda laughed, then stopped, pointed to a huge church in front of him in the distance, and said to the three Kellius: "Your Excellency, this is the Order Church in Fiore. ”

When the three of them heard this, they looked into the distance, and a huge spire-like building came into view. The divine and glorious majestic momentum rushed towards the three of them, shocking their hearts.

The next thing was very simple, and after taking out the letter of appointment, Kyrlius took over all the affairs of the diocese of Fiore without any problems. Of course, this does not include Mother Miranda and the members of the Blind Sisters under her leadership.

After some tedious paperwork, Kyrlius finished his first day of church. It wasn't Banki who had nothing to do, hundreds, if not thousands, of clergy waiting for the quill in his hand to unleash their orders.

In the evening, when the bishop had finished his day's work and had taken Cheryl and Bellamy to the special dining room and was about to start dinner, Bellamy suddenly said, "Lord Cairus. I'm also going to report to the squadron where the Hand of Justice is stationed in the city. After all, I'm already one of them. ”

Kellius was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he remembered Bellamy's current identity, so he smiled and said, "Of course, this is also your obligation. You go and report first. I don't have anything to do here. ”

"Yes!" replied. Bellamy turned and left the church.

Kylelius looked at the restaurant where he and Cheryl were left. He remembered the town that filled his heart with memories.

In the beginning, it was just a priest and a nun.

Kylelius looked at the family in front of him, who had originally followed him. His thoughts kept diverging, and he remembered the blonde nun who was still far away in Bangui, and his expression was full of memories.

A hint of jealousy flashed across Cheryl's expressionless face, jealous of the bishop's recollection.

So, the purple figure slowly approached Kyleus, and then gently pressed the fullness of his chest against the priest's sadness, slowly pushing up and down, just to make the bishop in his memory pay more attention to him.

The bishop looked at the purple and gold hair that was flying in front of him, turned around and smiled softly at the nun, then slowly touched her silky hair and kissed her cheek.

A bright smile spread across Cheryl's originally indifferent face, sweet and innocent.

Looking at this innocent and unreserved little face, a warm current welled up in Kylelius's heart, flowing in the cold heart, warming his soul.

The bishop caressed her face gently, the smoothness and softness of his skin making it impossible to control his movements. Across the cheeks, across the lips, across the white neck, through the collarbone, into the shirt, gripping the mountain that makes people linger, gently kneading and fiddling.

“...... Kindness...... Lord Kellius...... Give me...... I'm going to...... Please grant me the supreme grace...... Ah......h

"I taught you. What should you do at this time......" Keerlius chuckled unhurriedly.

"Yes, my master......" The disorienting nun squinted slightly, as if she had received a great gift, and slowly fell to her knees.

What happened in the room, we had no way of knowing. But what is certain is that it was a sacred and solemn ceremony.

Well, at least it should be a ritual that all mortals yearn for, so that people are like moths to a fire, moving towards the forbidden realm, approaching.

It was only after a long time that the nun slowly stood up, leaned gently into the bishop's broad and tall bosom, and slowly followed him into the bishop's chamber.

The corners of her mouth are not wiped clean, making her look moving and full of hellish charm.

For the next few months, Kyrlius and his party lived a simple and regular life in the city.

The Kellius quickly adapted to their new city, and the heavy and novel work kept him engaged in it, and of course he did not forget to exercise himself and his subordinates.

Bellamy has been training with them since he joined the Knights of the Righteous Hand. And Cheryl's training made Kellius even more immersed.

The thrill of not being detected during the previous months of travel, and the exercises that Fiore would do almost whenever he had free time, had raised Cheryl's Warlock level by a full level, to the level of the Warlock of the Three Rings.

At the same time, Kylelius had mastered most of the seven-ring magic, which made Kylelius feel that it was time to do something.

"Speaking of which, my rogue qualifications have been useless for a long time, so let's try to explore that 'Corrupted Forest' tomorrow. There may or may not be any windfalls. Kylelius muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Any orders?" Lord Kellius ...... "It was Cheryl, who was kneeling in front of Kyleus, well, under his desk. (To be continued......)