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Chapter 43. Mysterious Paladin

A tent left side of Ortlinde's was arranged for Char. There were several weapon racks in between them, acting as a warning sign.

However, Char's goal had been achieved. He had successfully infiltrated the central area, and now, he just had to find a way to go down.

This would be easier to achieve than talking his way out from the Priest and Paladin earlier. Now that he had made it in, it was a fish to water for him.

In the afternoon, they sent a delirious man covered in sores to see Ortlinde.

The church's people were ruthless. It was a living person who was hanging on to his life by divine spells while being corroded by poison. Char could find at least five types of Witchcraft traces, all of which were DOT.

In other words, this person's body was filled with both DOT and HOT, Damage Over Time and Heal Over Time. He was bleeding and healing at the same time, so that he would not die on the spot.

If this was a game, if this was data, then this person would not die.

However, this was not the case.

The so-called recovery was also a part of the recovery speed of the body's functions. The current condition consumed his life force and it would leave behind many hidden injuries. Even if he was cured, he would almost certainly be a crippled.

So this is the way of a merciful church?

What a joke!

Even someone like Char, who had seen things, couldn't bear to see it, let alone the Valkyrie.

"Are all the patients down there like this?"

Ortlinde suddenly stood in front of the patient. One of her hands was on the hilt of her sword while her eyes fixated on the man.

There was no need to doubt it. No matter what the answer was, she had to go down.

The logic of a human's thinking was based on personal experience, and with her experience, she was not mature enough like Char to think about what happened to the patient.

Her thoughts were very simple—if this was true, then she had to save the people below; if this was fake, then she had to save this person.

"Dr. Nice, look at ...."

The priest who was with the patient turned to Char for help.

"You guys carry him away first, leave the rest to me. But the Paladins outside…" Char looked troubled.

There were at least four Paladins standing outside the door. They were the ones who had followed Char into the tent to monitor him. If it were not for the small size of the tent, they might have followed him in.

"I understand, I understand!"

The priest was very sensible, and he understood that Char was trying to use some other means to convince the Valkyrie. Although he was extremely envious, he still had to show his gratitude on his face.

[F*ck, I really have to thank you.]

Walking out of the tent with such emotions, the four Paladins, whose pectoral muscles were so big that they could squeeze a pencil, stepped up. The priest took a step forward and concentrated his Qi in his dantian.

"Get lost!"

This sentence carried the "Holy Shock" in it. The four simple-minded Paladins suddenly felt a great fear in their hearts, and they stood in place blankly.

"I feel better now."

The priest heaved a sigh of relief.

Passing the pain to someone else could effectively relieve the pain on oneself.

…

In the tent, Ortlinde lowered her head and held her sword hilt.

With Char's understanding of her, it was obvious that once her sense of justice kicked int, no excuse would be enough to cover it up

The words that he had used to teach Mobis and Sean a lesson in the morning were also appropriate for Ortlinde as well. There would always be someone who didn't care about the gains and losses, or priorities, and act recklessly based on impulse.

It wasn't wise to stick up, but there was no need to be wise in everything.

If one's life lacked passion, then it would definitely be much more boring.

"Hold it. We'll act later at night," Char said.

"Eh?"

Ortlinde was stunned.

She thought that Char would advise her to look at the big picture, and she was also having a headache about what she should do if Char said that, but she was wrong.

"I'll set a fire tonight. You just have to put out the fire. If someone stops you, beat them up. The harder you beat them, the more they'll believe you."

The girl nodded in a daze, then asked carefully as if she had made a mistake, "... you don't blame me anymore?"

"What for?"

"You should have a plan, right...? Although I don't know what it is, I know that my stubbornness will ruin the plan. You don't have to do this for me. I just ... I just can't tolerate this kind of thing happening in front of me..."

"Your willfulness is also part of the plan. Rest well and wait for the signal at night, and then you can carry out your justice," Char smiled.

After saying that, he did a standard Paladins salute and left, leaving the blushing girl behind, unknowing how to react.

…

When the sky was almost dark, an uninvited figure was escorted in by several Paladins.

It was Cisco of the White Spirit Tribe.

The conflict that occurred early in the morning lasted for half a day. Both sides suffered heavy casualties, of which Cisco was the most miserable. He was originally the captain of the "Human-Trafficking Team" that the church relied on, but now he had lost an arm in a group fight, and he couldn't use his Witchcraft normally. Furthermore, Norman was unconscious, and there was a mysterious "Doctor Nice " who had snuck in. Therefore, he was deemed a sinner and got beaten up by Mobis and Sean.

This was the result of torture.

His tent was not strictly guarded at all. Char easily got in.

Even though he was heavily injured and unconscious, Cisco's senses were still very clear. As soon as he noticed Char's arrival, he opened his mouth to call for help, only to hear him ask, "Don't you want to take revenge for Yama?"

The voice was so low that he couldn't tell it was an enemy, but his body suddenly tensed up.

"Who are you?"

"They should have told you that a 'Witch Doctor' sneaked in from the front, right?"

Char didn't light up the lamp and walked to the window facing the moonlight, allowing Cisco to see his face.

This was indeed a Witch Doctor's attire, and there was an unpleasant smell of herbs on his body.

Cisco thought to himself and then sternly asked, "The 'Witch Doctor' they're talking about is you? How do you know about Yama?"

At the mention of his grandson, Cisco's eyes immediately turned red.

"It's because I've seen the 'Mysterious Paladin' who belongs to the Holy See. In a sense, he and I are companions. We both work for the Holy See, and it's all thanks to him that I can come here. The Holy See wrote a letter for the Valkyrie, but he was afraid that she would be blinded by justice, so he sent me to calm her down."

Char stopped. The rest of the story would be left for Cisco to fill in the blanks.

As expected, the old priest has started to suspect the Holy See from the moment the Mysterious Paladin acted strangely. He already had a hunch about what the Holy See wanted to achieve.

The answer was obvious. It was not to ruin the plans but to destroy the opponents/

Ever since they arrived at Northern Red Grassland, the church has been divided into two factions. The Paladin faction was in charge of the transportation of sacrifices, while the priests were in charge of the excavation of Mungo's Mausoleum.

Attacking him and Yama and exposing the matter was to highlight the incapability of the Paladin faction.

Now that this Witch Doctor has snuck in and got a hold of the Valkyrie, it was to control Ortlinde, the ultimate weapon.

As for what to do next...

If he was the Holy See, what would he do?