Chapter 1810 In the Game

"Extinguishing!"

The elite knight captain of the War Temple roared loudly.

The knights behind him rushed towards the fire.

Instead of using the traditional method of extinguishing fire with water, he used the long sword in his hand to start cutting into the burning house, and at the same time used sand and earth to extinguish the fire.

The blade brushed against the burning wall, and sand immediately covered it.

After a few minutes, the fire was extinguished.

The origin of the fire was also found.

Also found were two bodies.

The bodies were extremely badly burned, but the captain was still able to identify one of them as that of Etolin.

Because some traits are just too familiar.

It won't change even if it's burnt.

For example: the residual power in the body.

Therefore, he easily determined where the other corpse came from.

The old enemy of the Temple of War: ‘The Secret Order of Quiet Night’!

The elite knight captain with a gloomy face and murderous eyes waved his hand and signaled his men to carry away the two corpses. He nodded slightly to the patrol and walked straight towards the cathedral.

From beginning to end, there was no communication at all between the two parties except for eye contact.

It seems that they are all following certain rules.

The captain of the patrol watched the elite knights of the Temple of War leave, while making a gesture towards the darkness.

Immediately, the spies split into three groups.

Make your way to the palace.

Follow quietly all the way.

All the way is to collect clues.

After the patrol team left manpower to protect the scene, the surrounding area quickly calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

Except, that piece of scorched earth.

…

Temple of War, Holy Inquisition.

It is different from the ‘dark hall’ which is completely hidden underground.

The Holy Inquisition is hidden in the shadow of the cathedral.

After the elite knight captain returned to the cathedral, he walked directly towards the shadows.

Yes, this elite knight captain is also from the Holy Inquisition.

In fact, every member of the Temple of War may be from the Holy Inquisition, but most of the time, they have another upright identity.

Sean is no exception.

His apparent identity is the ninth captain of the Guardian Knights.

His secret identity is the second captain of the Holy Inquisition.

For Sean, who grew up in the Temple of War, there is nothing unacceptable about such a dual identity, because everything he does is for the Temple of War!

"I want all the information on Aitorin, especially the ones that have been passed back recently."

Sean said this while standing in the shadows.

no answer.

Only the wind blows.

When the breeze subsided, a stack of bundled parchment scrolls appeared at Sean's feet.

Sean lifted his cloak.

As the scarlet cloak shook, the parchment scroll on the ground disappeared.

He strode back to his room, locked the door, spread the parchment on the desk, and read it carefully.

The information at the beginning was very ordinary and was almost the same as Sean's inference.

However, he quickly locked in some content.

"Etolin discovered the internal strife of the 'Secret Order of Silent Night'."

"When Aitorin had the last contact before his death, there was hesitation and even some fear in his expression."

Sean crossed his fingers in front of his forehead, pressed his thumbs on his temples, and rubbed them slightly.

He likes to think like this.

This will keep his mind active.

He knew about Etolin's previous report, and he also knew about the subsequent failure to 'provoke greater internal strife in the Jingye Secret Order'.

Sean didn't have any more ideas about this.

If the Jingye Secret Order is really so easy to provoke, it will not become the subordinates of His Majesty's old enemy.

However, Aitorin's final performance is worth pondering.

What would make Etolin hesitate?

What would make Aitorin panic?

Sean didn't know much about Aitorin.

But he knew that as a spy of the Holy Inquisition, his greatest strengths were loyalty and fearlessness.

Their strong faith makes them fearless.

According to common sense, it is impossible for hesitation and fear to appear in them.

"Did something happen to the Jingye Secret Order again?"

Sean naturally thought of the only clue.

Then the dual knight stood up.

He put away the information on the table, took out his quill and began to describe the entire incident in detail. After objectively adding his guess, he walked straight to the back of the cathedral.

There is a confessional here.

Although most of them were prepared for ordinary believers, it did not prevent Sean, a clergyman, from using them. Entering the third room, Sean knocked on the wooden window on one side in a unique rhythm.

Under normal circumstances, a priest will listen to the confessions of believers.

Special cases are some kind of reporting.

Sean falls into the latter category.

Click.

The wooden windows were pushed open horizontally.

Sean can't see anything inside.

But Sean was already accustomed to this kind of reporting process, and he directly threw Aitorin and the records he had written into the darkness, just like throwing letters into a mailbox.

Without any sluggishness, the parchment and paper were swallowed by the darkness.

The wooden window closed again.

Sean did not leave immediately, but sat in the confession room for a full fifteen minutes before pushing the door open.

This is also a rule.

In order not to attract attention.

The time for a confession is almost that long.

Special circumstances are exceptions.

Sean no longer wandered outside the cathedral. He returned to his room again, resting while waiting for the next mission to appear.

…

Lord Wharton kept his promise.

Just after noon, a large amount of supplies were delivered to the shantytowns in the Lower Seventh Ring Road.

Including but not limited to the most needed tents, cotton clothing, food and plenty of clean water.

The ‘Mist’ believers in the shanty towns immediately took action.

Just before nightfall, all the tents were set up and the bonfires were lit.

The most exciting thing is the smell of food wafting from the iron pots on the campfire.

Ellie helped several women.

He was quick with his hands and feet and very attentive, leaving the best for the people on duty.

No one objected to this.

Everyone agrees that the more you work, the more you will get.

What's more, these people on duty are protecting them.

Sivalka, the temporary captain who was on duty, even ate a chicken leg.

There isn't much seasoning, but it's well stewed, and paired with the steaming soup, it's delicious enough.

Especially when Ali served it to him, Sivalka's heart felt warm.

"tasty!"

Sivalka said after wolfing down the food.

The chicken is paired with the porridge-like mashed potatoes, which is really delicious.

The salty and spicy taste inside reminded Sivalka of his days as a mercenary.

Very missed.

But he will not forget the responsibilities at hand because of nostalgia.

"Leave it to you, Ellie."

After handing the tableware to Ellie, Sivalka stood up and looked at the men behind her.

The subordinates at this time are different from the few people in the morning.

Some brothers from the church also joined in.

Suddenly, the number of guards exceeded thirty.

Enough to divide into 2-3 teams.

Most importantly: these church brothers brought weapons!

No more kitchen knives, wooden clubs, and nearly broken matchlocks.

But in the true sense of the word, swords, bows, and matchlocks.

This gave Sivalka more confidence to protect Ellie.

"Okay, Captain."

The guards, who were mixed with the aborigines from the shanty towns of Lower Seven Rings and the young soldiers from Xika Territory, stood up one after another.

They had rested for a while and had dinner, and it was time to replace their colleagues.

Sivalka took the lead and walked towards his sentry post.

This is the 'watchtower' built in the afternoon using materials from the original ruins. Of course, from the outside, it doesn't look like a watchtower at all, but it has the same function.

“Nice dinner.”

As soon as Sibalka climbed to the top of the ruins, Edson's nose twitched.

The old demon hunter stretched and stood up, giving the position here to Sivalka.

As the two strongest people in the temporary camp, no one is more suitable to be lookouts.

And the old demon hunter didn't mind the work assigned to him.

Using labor in exchange for shelter and food does not violate the rules of the witcher.

What's more, he came here to understand the 'mist'.

Sivalka nodded to the old demon hunter as a greeting and began to scan around.

"Nothing unusual, right?"

Sivalka asked.

He knew very well that things would never end like this.

That 'unusual incident' seemed to be over.

But what about the Temple of War that suffered a loss?

On the surface, nature won't do anything.

But Sivalka, who had served as a deacon in the Dark Hall, knew all too well the methods of the Temple of War.

Those people are far more paranoid, crazy, and... cruel than imagined.

Those guys don't care about morals and laws.

What they care about is the glory of the God of War!

In order to maintain the glory of the God of War, they would do anything.

For example: 'Explore' a camp filled with pagans.

In fact, many believers in the Temple of War can’t wait to do this.

Because, the Temple of War, which had just been affected by the 'unusual movement', desperately needed something to restore its glory.

The old demon hunter, who knew what Sivalka meant, spoke simply.

"It's calmer than I thought."

However, just as the old demon hunter finished speaking, the old demon hunter looked up.

There, the firelight was extremely conspicuous in the night.

"However, it seems that someone has attracted attention for us!"

The old witcher judged.

"It's a commercial area close to the aristocratic area."

"It is also the place where the agents of the Holy Inquisition of the Temple of War are most happy to gather."

Sivalka said.

"Between common people and nobles, just like light and darkness?"

"Those guys haven't changed after all these years."

"It's far inferior to the simplicity of 'fog' that peeks through the confusion."

The old demon hunter seemed to sigh.

"Can you see through the confusion?"

"Yes."

"I very much agree with this teaching. Now I have seen through my confusion. I know what I want to do now. I hope to protect the people I can protect."

"It's very doctrinal, isn't it?"

"Maybe you think it's a coincidence."

"But I think it's amazing."

"You know, more than a day ago, I was just a guy who was just getting by."

"The thing I'm looking forward to the most is actually coming out and having fun."

"And now I..."

"He actually decided to take up the sword and fight any intruder to the end in order to protect Ellie."

Sivalka's eyes were gentle when she mentioned the little girl.

When did this tenderness begin?

Maybe it's that cup of hot water.

Or that scarf?

Can not remember.

Although it had only been a day, he only knew that it was the best to watch Ellie grow up safely, and then, after watching Ellie get married... No, he couldn't simply hand over Ellie, he had to go through him The twelve tests will do!

Was there a little kid staring at Ellie in the afternoon?

no!

Too dangerous!

I have to warn him later!

Keep him away from my Ellie!

Sivalka's expression suddenly changed as she thought of something inexplicably.

His hand holding the sword tightened involuntarily.

Jean, who had been silently observing the old demon hunter, raised his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?"

The old demon hunter asked tentatively.

"Nothing, I just thought of some important matters of life and death."

Sivalka replied with a gloomy face.

The old demon hunter shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave.

He smelled chicken.

It’s been a long time since I had dinner in a wilderness-like environment.

Inexplicable nostalgia appeared in the heart of the old demon hunter.

Also appearing together...

Warning sign!

It was an instinctive feeling that came out of the fusion of the demon hunter's intuition, which had been wandering on the edge of life and death all year round, and those strange experiments.

Very complicated.

But accurate enough.

Therefore, three daggers shot out silently.

puff!

Poof!

Three distinct sounds of metal sinking into flesh sounded almost simultaneously.

The old demon hunter's figure flashed and rushed into the distance.

Sivalka was a step late.

But not slow either.

First, he sounded the 'alarm bell' made of iron pieces, and then jumped down from the 'watch tower'.

He followed closely behind the old witcher.

When he arrived, he saw three corpses lying in the shadows, and the old demon hunter was examining the corpses carefully.

"Any clues?"

Sivalka asked when the old demon hunter stood up.

"certainly."

"I can smell them from a kilometer away."

"Damn the 'Secret Order of Silent Night'!"

The old demon hunter grinned, revealing his pale teeth, like a hungry wolf that preyed on others.

That killing intent made Sivalka's scalp numb.

…

Jingye Town, meeting hall.

Gersak looked at Holleika and Wolft with a sinking face.

"I told you, it's just surveillance!"

"Don't alarm him!"

Gersak said coldly.

Holleka did not answer, but just knelt down on one knee, apparently admitting his mistake.

Wolft on the side explained.

"Sir, that Aitorin is more powerful than we thought. He may be the messenger of the powerful existence we suspected. He was able to borrow the power of that powerful existence and discovered us."

Wolft, who had just escaped, was still frightened at this time.

It shows completely in his face.

Because his avoidance of the scissors was not about strength at all, but luck.

To put it simply, if the scissors were shot at him, he would be the one who died at this time.

Wolft, who had just returned from the brink of death, was in a state of excitement at this time, even as an expatriate of the 'Silent Night Secret Order'.

Therefore, he did not notice the strange light in the eyes of Congressman Gersak at all.

Moreover, just when Wolft was about to calm down, a burst of hasty footsteps came from outside.