Gino fell asleep in the busy state.

He was so tired.

Even though he has received knight training since childhood, it is still extremely difficult to take care of nearly a hundred people by himself.

Several priests standing in the shadows outside the warehouse watched all this silently.

As a guard.

They perform their duties truthfully.

As for being infected with a plague?

Being able to come here proves that they don't.

With the experience of "black disaster", the Temple of War can easily distinguish who will be infected with the plague. Those who are strong do not need to consider these, such as: the level of the sword priest.

In the last "black disaster", no sword priest was infected with the plague, even if they stayed in the epidemic area for a long time.

Therefore, the priests here are all at the level of sword priests.

The sword priest is already considered an absolute middle and high-level position in the Temple of War, and there are only bishops, Privy bishops and the archbishops who have been vacant.

Usually there wouldn't be so many sword priests gathered together.

In fact, ordinary sword priests have their own parishes and it is difficult to gather together.

It is rare to have an opportunity, and these sword priests stationed in the area around Atantino are naturally communicating with each other.

From scattered chores to some unknown secrets, they are all in this category.

At the beginning, it was quite enthusiastic, but as time passed, all the sword priests were silent.

Their attention was all focused on the young man.

"I hope he won't have any trouble."

What I wanted to say before, the younger sword priest was praying sincerely for the young man.

He had never seen such an upright young man.

Even compared with the characters fabricated in biographical novels, it is no less than that.

No, it's even better!

Because, this young man is real.

“My Lord will bless His believers.”

"If I can, I hope he can come to my parish."

Another older sword priest said sincerely after praying in a low voice.

"yes."

"With such young people here, we will save a lot of trouble."

"However, Bishop Privy Councilor will definitely not let anyone go."

"As long as he has been baptized, he will be a bishop... no, he is a good candidate for the Privy Councillor."

Another priest with sword spoke.

The sabre priest obviously saw further.

All the sword priests nodded, agreeing with the words of this colleague.

How could Bishop Privy Councilor give up such an excellent young man?

I'm afraid I've already asked the Crown Prince to "protect" the other party at this time, right?

The priests of the sword guessed.

Then, they all looked behind them.

Step, step.

Amid the sound of footsteps, a group of people appeared in front of them.

"Master Bishop."

The priests saluted one after another.

Kabio, the bishop in charge of the "Dark Hall".

Although he is not famous externally, he is very famous internally.

Almost every middle and senior executive knows the identity of the other party’s deputy director of the “Sacred Judgment Office”.

And what does the "Sacred Office" do?

Everyone present knew it well.

"Um."

Kabio nodded coldly, and glanced at the sword priest in front of him with a sharp and uncomfortable look. When someone among the sword priests showed an uneasy expression, he then with satisfaction.

The crown of the crown requires majesty!

And he is the most important line of defense to protect the majesty of the crown!

Kabio believed in this.

Therefore, he is 'selfless'!

Even to the point of being cold.

Anyone who makes mistakes will be punished as he deserves.

No one is an exception.

He raised his hand and waved it, following Cabio, who was the deacon of the "Dark Hall" on the surface, and in fact, all the members of the backbone of the "Sacred Decree" walked towards the warehouse with firewood in their arms.

The priests of the sword looked at the firewood in the hands of the deacons, and their eyelids twitched.

As long as you are not a fool, you know what Kabio wants to do.

Can……

No one dared to stop him.

That's Cabio!

The cruel and cruel Kabio!

These sword priests watched as the firewood piled up on the door of the warehouse and on the wooden wall.

Cans of kerosene were poured onto the firewood.

A torch was handed from the deacon to Kabio's hands.

Looking at the torch that was about to be thrown down, the younger sword priest couldn't help but speak.

"Biography-Biden..."

call!

Before he could finish his words, Kabio had thrown out the torch. As soon as the torch touched the firewood filled with kerosene, a ray of fire suddenly soared into the sky.

Standing beside the flames, Kabio turned his head slightly.

"What's wrong?"

He asked like this.

The eyes reflected by the firelight became darker, deeper, and without temperature.

The younger sword priest stared blankly at the warehouse surrounded by fire, his mouth opened and said nothing.

...

Gino had a nightmare.

He dreamed that those who were burned to death came to him.

Fires burned on each of them.

The scorching flames burned his mouth and nose, causing him to breathe poorly and his eyes to sting.

"I didn't mean it!"

"sorry!"

"sorry!"

Gino, who could not distinguish between reality and dream in his sleep, apologized repeatedly, and then thick smoke penetrated into his mouth, stimulating his lungs.

Cough, cough.

The violent cough made Gino wake up instantly.

Then, he saw...

Fire!
To be continued...