"Extinguish the fire!"

The elite Knight captain of the Temple of War roared loudly.

The knights behind them rushed to the fire.

Instead of using the traditional water fire extinguishing method, we started cutting the fired house with the long sword in our hand and extinguished it with sand and soil.

The blade flew across the fire-burning wall, and sand immediately covered it.

After a few minutes, the fire went out.

The fire point was also found.

Two corpses were found together.

The bodies were burned extremely seriously, but the captain could still identify one of them, Aitolin's body.

Because some traits are so familiar.

Even if it is burned, it will not change.

For example: the remnants of power in the body.

So, he easily judged where the other corpse came from.

The old enemy of the Temple of War: ‘Silent Night Cultivation’!

The elite Knight captain with a gloomy face and murderous intent waved his hand, signaled his subordinates to carry away the two bodies, nodded slightly to the patrol team, and walked straight towards the cathedral.

From beginning to end, the two sides had no communication except for their eyes.

It seems that they are following certain rules.

The captain of the patrol team watched the elite knights of the Temple of War God left, while gesturing to the darkness.

Immediately, the spies were divided into three groups.

Head all the way to the palace.

Keep up quietly along the way.

Along the way, we collect clues.

After the patrol team left behind manpower to protect the scene, the surroundings quickly calmed down, and nothing seemed to have happened.

Except, that scorched earth.

...

Temple of War, Holy Tribunal.

Unlike the "dark hall" that is completely hidden underground.

The Holy Lord hides in the shadow of the cathedral.

After the elite Knight captain returned to the cathedral, he walked directly towards a shadow.

That's right, this elite Knight Captain also comes from the Holy Quest.

In fact, every member of the Temple of War may come from the Holy Lords, but most of the time, they have another open identity.

Sean is no exception.

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

The identity in the secret is the second captain of the Holy Instructor.

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

"I want all the information about Etolin, especially those recently passed on."

Sean, standing in the shadow, said this.

No answer.

Only the wind blows.

When the breeze stopped, a bunch of tied parchment rolls appeared at Sean's feet.

Sean slid his cloak.

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

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

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

However, he quickly locked in some content.

“Etolin discovered the internal strife of the ‘Silent Night Cultivation Society’.”

"When Etolin's last joint before his death, hesitation appeared in his expression, and even a little panic."

Sean put his fingers crossed in front of his forehead, pressed his thumb on his temple, and rubbed it slightly.

He likes this posture to think.

This will make his mind active.

He knew about Etolin's previous report, and he also knew about the failure of "provoking the secret cultivator of Jingye" afterwards.

Sean had no more ideas about this.

If the Jingye Secret Cultivation Society is so easy to be provoked, it will not become the subordinate of the Crown Prince's nemesis.

However, Etolin's final performance is worthy of fun.

What would make Etolin hesitate?

What makes Atolin panic again?

Sean didn't know much about Etolin.

But he knew that as a spy of the "Holy Court", his greatest advantage is loyalty and fearlessness.

Firm faith makes them fearless.

According to common sense, hesitation and fear are simply impossible to appear on them.

"Will the Jingye Secret Cultivation have caused something again?"

Sean naturally thought of the only clue.

Then, the dual-identity knight stood up.

He put away the information on the table, took out a quill and began to describe the whole thing in detail. After objectively attaching his own guesses, he walked straight to the cathedral.

There is a confessional room here.

Although most of them are prepared for ordinary believers, it does not prevent Sean, who is a clergy, from using it. When she walked into the third room, Sean knocked on the wooden window on one side at a unique rhythm.

Under normal circumstances, there will be priests listening to the confession of believers.

Special circumstances are some kind of report.

Sean belongs to the latter.

Click.

The wooden window was pushed open horizontally.

From Sean's perspective, nothing inside could be seen.

But Sean had long been accustomed to this reporting process, and directly threw Etolin and his records into the darkness together, as if throwing letters into the mailbox.

Without any stagnation, the rolls and paper were swallowed by the darkness.

The wooden window closed again.

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

This is also a regulation.

In order not to attract attention.

The time for a confession is almost that long.

Special circumstances are naturally exceptions.

Sean did not wander outside the cathedral anymore, and he returned to his room again, waiting for the next mission to appear while resting.

...

Marquis Walton kept his promise.

Just after noon, a large amount of supplies were sent to the shanty towns in the Lower Seventh Ring Road.

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

The 'Mist' believers in the shanty town immediately took action.

The moment before night fell, all the tents were set up and the bonfires rose.

What is most exciting is the smell of food floating in the iron pot on the bonfire.
To be continued...