Chapter 31

The warriors stirred slightly.

A temple?

The neighboring Temple of the God of War, from the bishop to the priests below, were all sitting here; it was impossible for anyone to suddenly appear.

The God of Nature didn’t even have a temple, and besides, the servants of the God of Nature were all good-natured people, not as arrogant as this.

So, the ones here to arrest someone could only be...

The Temple of the Spring Goddess!

Tsk, the one I dislike the most.

The most pretentious, demanding the most donations, and when you ask them for help with healing, they procrastinate, only seeing those noble lords in their eyes...

Sigh, no matter how much I dislike them, I can’t show it. I might need them to save my life on the battlefield; if I offend them now, I might lose my life due to bad luck.

A hundred or so warriors turned their heads collectively and then turned back. Captain Karen and Knight Flynn looked at Greta with concern, but saw him standing steadily on the podium, not showing any signs of nervousness.

Greta did indeed feel relieved.

They had traveled fast enough, not falling too far behind the temple’s people, and returned to the city guard before Knight Roman could lodge his complaint and the temple decided to arrest him.

By a stroke of luck, he had saved Knight Siro, which drew the attention of the Temple of the God of War.

Even more in his favor, when the Temple of the Spring Goddess came to arrest him, both the city guard and the Temple of the God of War’s leaders were present. With these two here, they wouldn’t let him suffer unjustly, right?

Greta walked down from the podium calmly. Before Knight Flynn and Captain Nolan could speak, he faced the temple messenger and said frankly:

"Are you looking for Greta Nordmark? I’m him."

His expression was too calm, and the messenger was taken aback, carefully examining him. A teenager in his teens, with black hair and black eyes, wearing a dark brown coarse linen vest, dusty and weary, looking like the lowest-ranking soldier in the city guard.

From his appearance to his attire, he matched Knight Roman’s description exactly.

Although standing on the podium was a bit strange, well, a low-ranking soldier is still a low-ranking soldier...

"Very well." He raised the wooden staff in his hand and waved it forcefully. Behind him, two tall and strong guards immediately stepped forward:

"Come with us!"

Greta neither submitted nor resisted, standing in place and looking at Captain Nolan with a questioning gaze. Captain Nolan indeed drew his sword and stood up, his thick brows furrowed, asking the messenger:

"Greta? What does the temple want with him?"

"Just a few questions." The messenger replied casually. After answering, he immediately focused on Greta, urging again:

"Come on!"

"Uh, wait... I’m not done here yet... Can you wait a little longer?"

"The priest is waiting! Hurry up!"

Greta dragged his feet, unwilling to step forward. Taking this opportunity, Captain Flynn squeezed over and quickly and quietly reported the previous events to Captain Nolan:

How the squad was mobilized, how Knight Roman sought personal revenge, how he was severely injured, and how Greta gained the favor of the necromancer...

Captain Nolan listened and pondered. After hearing the whole story, he nodded:

"I understand. — Greta, let’s go, I’ll accompany you."

"Sir Knight—"

The temple messenger blurted out to stop him. Captain Nolan wouldn’t let him argue, waving his hand:

"Little Greta is my subordinate, and I’ve always had high hopes for him. Since the temple is calling for him, it’s only right that I accompany him."

"This, this..."

The messenger, who thought he was just summoning a low-ranking soldier, was surprised to have the city guard’s captain, a sixth-level knight, personally intervene. The messenger was taken aback, and before he could refuse, the bald bishop of the Temple of the God of War stood up with a smile and walked to Greta’s side:

"This child is interesting. I also want to see what the Temple of the Spring Goddess wants to ask him. Your temple wouldn’t refuse, would it?"

Whether they welcomed it or not wasn’t up to him, a mere messenger! Besides, if the bishop of the Temple of the God of War visited the Temple of the Spring Goddess, even the high priest would have to come out to greet him. What could he say? What dared he say?

The messenger bowed with a pained expression, extending his hand to guide them. The bald bishop walked out of his seat with a smile, and as he passed Greta, he reached out and gave his neck a strong hug—

The bishop was a large, muscular man, with arms almost as thick as Greta’s waist. Just that one hug and press almost made Greta lose his breath.

A group of people thundered out of the camp.

The Temple of the Spring Goddess was behind the mayor’s residence, not too far from the city guard’s camp, but not too close either. Walking there was a bit far, but riding a horse or taking a carriage seemed a bit too much.

The bald bishop took large strides and walked straight ahead. The few people from the Temple of the Spring Goddess, who had come on horseback, had no choice but to hold the reins and trudge behind.

What the hell... Why is this guy so casual...

The messenger complained bitterly in his heart.

Unfortunately, the bald bishop’s style was known throughout the city: he loved fighting, enjoyed arm wrestling in taverns, and once, in a contest of physical strength, he had beaten a fifth-level knight.

Now that the old man wanted to walk, what could they do? Everyone had to follow.

The messenger walked with a heart full of complaints. As they walked, a figure suddenly darted past from behind, one of the temple guards he had brought for support. In a few steps, he was by Captain Nolan’s side, whispering:

"It was Knight Roman who lodged the complaint at the temple..."

The messenger was startled.

He looked to the left, where two of the four squadron leaders of the city guard were following, flanking Greta, occasionally glaring at him;

He looked to the right, where seven or eight priests were closely following the bald bishop, ready to swarm out. Just by the number of people, the one he was supposed to arrest didn’t seem like a city guard soldier but more like a priest of the Temple of the God of War;

He looked behind, where a long line of city guard soldiers followed, craning their necks, looking worried...

The messenger’s mind suddenly cleared.

I’m just a messenger! I have no grudge against the city guard or the young man I’m supposed to arrest! I haven’t even received any favors from Knight Roman!

So what if I show a little favor?

He quickened his pace, passing Greta, and whispered to Captain Nolan:

"Knight Roman accused your city guard’s Greta of colluding with a necromancer, severely injuring him. Priest Donald testified that Greta had already entered the lower hall before the necromancer appeared, and they were both knocked out together...

Now, due to the ineffective search and significant losses, Priest Donald has been asked to reflect. Knight Roman’s injuries are severe, and even the high priest’s healing magic was not very effective, so he is somewhat tolerant of him.

The high priest said that the knight’s injuries are not healing well because he was delayed overnight and did not receive timely treatment..."

Behind Captain Nolan, Greta’s eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth curled up silently.

Not following medical advice!

Serves him right!