Chapter 94

The assassin's head, pierced by an arrow, lay on the ground, his shocked expression frozen in a twisted and terrifying manner—while the fresh red liquid flowing from beneath the corpse gradually spread to Sally's feet…

“Sally?”

The bishop's apology did not help Sally recover from her shock. When she heard Benjamin's voice, she instinctively lifted her head. Although her large eyes were looking at the old man in front of her, her face was completely lost in thought…

Her heart was now filled with endless doubt—why did Rody do this? The assassin had already been subdued; killing him at this moment would only anger Bishop Benjamin, what good could it possibly do?

If this powerful bishop in Holier City were thoroughly enraged, the power of the "Rose Cross" would certainly make Rody suffer greatly… As a "candidate priest" of the convent, Sally naturally understood the hidden strength of this sect.

The face of Bishop Benjamin was not to be trifled with. No matter how strong Rody was, he could not surpass this bishop. Sally was now extremely conflicted, and she couldn't help but think… if Rody were to be relentlessly pursued by the "Rose Cross" sect in the future, would she live in constant regret?

“It's safe now, don't be afraid.”

Bishop Benjamin raised his hand and cast a "Soul Soothing" spell to calm her. He thought Sally was frightened by the brutal assassin and did not realize what she was truly worried about. He took a step to the side and had the guards and priests move the body. Then, he looked at the shaken Booker and Ryan in the distance, pondered for a moment, and softly said to Sally, “I won't ask anything now. Go back and rest well. I'll come to ask you about what happened tomorrow, okay?”

With his age and experience, Bishop Benjamin naturally handled things more maturely—facing such a bloody and cruel scene for the first time, the shock to the young children was inevitable. If he immediately asked them to recount what had just happened, he could get the answers he wanted, but it would not be good for the children, and might even leave them with lifelong trauma, making their future path of cultivation even more difficult.

Being in a high position, one must think long-term. Bishop Benjamin had his own considerations. When she heard this, Sally seemed to realize her current situation. Her gaze involuntarily glanced at the balcony where Rody had been, her lips quivered, and she said, “I… I—”

“Don't say anything.” Benjamin waved his hand, “Tell me tomorrow… this matter isn't over.”

Saying this, he cast another "Advanced Healing" spell, making the bruise on Sally's back from the sword strike disappear. He turned and said to the four priests who had already gathered nearby, “Accompany them back, now.”

The priests, who were dispersing the believers on the scene, immediately responded. The priest named Ethan took a wet cloth from a nun, walked over to wipe the blood from Ryan's face, and led them into the church.

All three assassins were eliminated: one was killed outside the convent gate, and the other two were shot dead inside the gate and in the side of the church's front hall. The injured mercenaries and guards had already been carried away, and due to timely treatment, they all survived. However, the result of this battle was extremely bloody—blood almost covered the ground, and within five to six minutes, it had dyed a large area of the convent's front ground red, giving this solemn and sacred place an unprecedented cruel atmosphere…

Sally, with a puzzled and hesitant look, followed the priest toward the church. She kept looking back at the convent gate, knowing that Rody could not possibly appear here again at this moment—yet, when she recalled Bishop Benjamin's words, “This matter isn't over,” she felt a growing anxiety… if the bishop issued a "religious warrant," would she never see him again?

Leaving here with unease, Sally's mind was full of strategies.

Bishop Benjamin, who had remained in the front hall, did not leave immediately.

His gaze swept over the arrow shafts that had not yet been cleared. He took a few steps, picked up a broken arrow shaft, and gently rubbed it with his fingertips, squinting his eyes.

“Scout's arrow…”

After confirming the characteristics of the arrow shaft, his gaze swept over the two bodies being carried away. He walked closer and looked at the fat man who had been shot in the eye, then reached out to examine the other assassin who had been shot in the leg and had half his neck cut off, his frown deepening.

He looked up at the broken flower pot on the ground in the distance, confirming the balcony where Rody had been, and personally followed the traces to find it.

This house was a merchant's residence, almost uninhabited, with only two servants occasionally cleaning it. When they saw the dean and bishop of the convent arrive in person, they immediately received him with great respect.

After several inquiries, Benjamin learned that the two servants had no idea that someone had come by earlier. Clearly, the archer had been well-hidden and difficult to track—when he came to the third floor with this in mind and stood in the position where Rody had been, his mood became even more complex…

“Such a distance… a bit too accurate.”

He had heard stories of "hitting a willow from a hundred steps away," and the old Benjamin had seen many things that ordinary people could not imagine. But encountering such a sharp "marksman" in reality left him genuinely amazed—because from here to where Sally had been, the distance exceeded seventy meters, and from this vantage point, a human face was no bigger than a fingernail!

Although he had not thoroughly questioned Sally and the others about the entire battle, after looking around, Benjamin had a general understanding of the strength comparison between the two sides.

To put it bluntly, if the archer had not been here, Sally and Ryan would have been doomed, and besides the casualties, the convent would have suffered unbearable losses and humiliation. The face of the "Rose Cross" would have been completely ruined, and his position as bishop…

Although he was angry that the last assassin was killed in front of him, he had to admit that if the archer had not been there, his position as bishop would probably have been the end of his career within the sect.

Taking a breath, Benjamin sighed helplessly, “This guy… what is he thinking?”

******

September 3rd, Pig Head Bar, evening.

“Hey! Did you hear? There was an assassination attempt at the convent yesterday! My goodness, who in their right mind would attack the ‘Rose Cross’?”

The day after the “convent assassination incident,” the bar owner Huk was loudly telling Rody about the news he had heard today. His face, full of excitement, made it seem as if he had witnessed the entire event, “Three assassins! They actually made it into the convent! It can only be said that the two guards at the gate were too useless, being beaten without any resistance. If it weren't for that mysterious archer, they might have succeeded!”

“Oh? An archer?”

Rody raised an eyebrow, took a sip of watered-down beer, and showed an interested expression, “Tell me more.”

“Let me tell you, that archer was really something. To be honest, he's no less impressive than the guy in the story you told! I heard…”

Owner Huk began to talk non-stop, while Rody nodded and scanned the “character attribute bar” that only he could see, carefully pondering the gains from yesterday's battle.

To be honest, this was the first time he had faced an opponent with an “advanced class” since taking down the “shaman” Sarota, and the result of this confrontation was clear: his arrows were ineffective when the opponent was prepared.

The reason, first, was that his weapon level was not high enough—there was a noticeable difference between a level 10 weapon and a level 8 weapon, and Rody could only make level 8 bows. If he wanted to buy one, the Temple Armory provided them, but the required “Respected” level reputation was far beyond his reach…

The second reason was that the attribute growth of an “advanced class” was extremely high. For example, the “Rogue Swordsman” advanced class had a much higher “Agility” attribute than other melee classes, which was the fundamental reason why Rody's arrows were blocked—his arrows were not fast enough or powerful enough. While he could instantly kill orcs by hitting their vital points, this was because orcs were generally “unarmored” and their levels were far below Rody's.

Now, facing a higher-level opponent who had advanced, Rody was clearly at a loss.

However, after successfully killing all the assassins, Rody had completed a task with extremely high “completion”—“Resolving the Convent Crisis”!

This task brought him a whopping 75,000 experience points!

Clearly, this was due to the high level of the enemies and the significant impact of the event, so Rody smoothly leveled up to level 9 and had enough experience to reach level 10—although he could immediately level up to 10 and choose an “advanced class,” for safety, Rody did not choose to level up immediately.

Because “advanced classes” do not automatically advance at level 10; the process is quite complicated. Not only must a series of “advanced tasks” be completed, but a set of “task items” to show respect to the mentor must also be gathered. Only after passing the final test can one advance. After much consideration, Rody decided to wait until he had enough experience for level 11.

Recalling the detours he took when advancing to “Ranger,” he had already considered the next advanced class issue many times… However, the “Ranger” mentor did not exist in human cities. His original mentor was the elf ranger named “Nata” in the wooden elf village, but seeing her being chased by a level 7 leopard, “finding a mentor” would be a difficult challenge.

Who should he go to?

His fingers rhythmically tapped on the wine glass, while the owner continued to talk non-stop about the “marksman”’s deeds—“You don't know! That guy stood at the third-floor window, and with three arrows, the assassin's head was turned into a hedgehog!”

Rody took a sip of beer, finding the man somewhat similar to the storytelling master Shantang Fang, with the same hoarse voice. It was a pity he didn't become a storyteller…

Shaking his head helplessly, he was about to find an excuse to return to his room when he noticed a group of dark figures blocking the light at the bar entrance.

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