Chapter 382: Knight Feast (Part 3)

“You don’t need to worry. Tomorrow I’ll take everyone to seek sanctuary at Saint John’s Cathedral. Once we’re settled, those who want to go home can go home, and those who want to stay and become nuns can do that too. From now on, no one will whip you again, and you won’t have to wait on those nobles. Finish eating and get some rest early. We have a long journey tomorrow.”

Samimi said seriously, trying to comfort them.

Her words acted like a shot of adrenaline, dissipating some of the fear in everyone’s hearts. Even the food in their hands tasted better.

“Who would have thought that a dog’s mouth could actually produce ivory? You actually know how to comfort people?”

Veronica had come over at some point and casually teased her.

“I may not be good at comforting people, but I know how to convince them. Don’t forget, you were also convinced by me. With fists.”

Samimi replied with perfect justification.

“Bullshit! I came for revenge. I’m just helping you guys along the way!”

Veronica exploded on hearing that.

“Just convince yourself.” Samimi smiled.

“Where are we going next?” Veronica asked, suppressing her anger.

“Saint John’s Cathedral.” Samimi answered.

“I meant after that.”

“To the birthplace of the Human Emperor on the West Coast. A Trial Knight Banquet is about to be held there. Count Perry is sure to show up.” Samimi said.

“Oh ho, interesting.”

Veronica laughed.

“You’ve already taken your revenge. Why don’t you go back to Black Street?” Samimi asked with a grin.

“Don’t talk to me about going home. You go home first. If you dare to go, I’ll dare to go.”

Veronica’s words directly silenced Samimi.

After all, she and Niubao had also run away from the Church.

“I won’t go back until I’ve rooted out all those pests on the West Sea and crushed them.” Veronica said coldly.

“I’ve been with you for so long, and I never thought of you as someone with a strong sense of justice.” She stared at Samimi and spoke slowly. “Others may not understand you, but I do. You don’t really care about the nobles, or about these little slaves. What you enjoy is the feeling of secretly manipulating everything.”

Samimi’s smile froze for a moment.

“Are you an assassin or a fortune teller?”

She teased, but didn’t completely deny it.

She just didn’t think Veronica was entirely right.

What did she mean by secretly manipulating everything?

If she really wanted to secretly manipulate everything, wouldn’t it be better to stay quietly in the royal city as the archbishop?

“Looks like you don’t agree with me.” Veronica looked at her mocking smile.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re stubborn? As stubborn as a cow?” Samimi retorted.

“You’re the stubborn one! Your whole family is stubborn!”

Veronica instantly broke down and stormed off angrily.

“Did you call me?”

Niubao happened to pass by and asked, confused.

“Not you.”

Samimi almost laughed out loud.

The next morning, the sky was clear and the sun was bright.

It was a good day to slack off and sleep in, not really suitable for traveling.

Niubao and Veronica finished counting the numbers. Not one was missing. The whole group set off in full force.

“No one ran away?”

Samimi stood at the front of the line, slightly emotional.

“There were skeleton knights guarding the door all night. Who would dare to run?”

Veronica didn’t hold back her sarcasm.

And Fabiana had been sitting on the crumbling wall meditating all night.

But even while in a meditative state, she could continuously summon and control skeleton knights.

That was already beyond the scope of a normal mage.

Even Samimi couldn’t maintain continuous casting while meditating.

She really couldn’t understand what kind of state that was.

After the team was ready, Fabiana slowly came down from the crumbling wall.

She was still wearing that white priest’s robe, but on her, the aura was completely different.

Unlike Samimi, who liked to pretend to be weak and act cute.

Even wearing a priest’s robe, she exuded the sharp edge of a warrior.

You could tell she was strong just from the way she walked.

The priest girls who had been chattering away had obviously fully believed Samimi’s story.

But the moment they saw Fabiana approaching, they fell silent involuntarily.

Not long ago, she was still a timid little knight cowering in the VIP room.

But now, she carried an indisputable authority.

After all, yesterday she had personally sent hundreds of sinful souls to meet the Human Emperor.

The naive, hard-mouthed, proud Pure White Knight was dead.

What stood here now was the Human Emperor’s proxy in the mortal world.

But it was different from the state of Laegias, the Hero of the Gale, whose spirit had almost been taken over by the World Will.

This was Fabiana’s own decision.

It was a transformation she had personally completed.

After all, the Human Emperor was not as unreasonable as the World Will.

He gave gentle protection and blessings.

Their next destination was John City.

It was a large city on the West Coast, located on the edge of Count Perry’s territory, but actually under Marquis Edward’s jurisdiction.

Border cities like this were usually extremely prosperous.

Because of convenient transportation and natural geographical advantages.

And the most famous landmark in John City was Saint John’s Cathedral.

It was a gigantic cathedral as grand and magnificent as a castle, and also the Church’s headquarters on the West Coast.

Although the years had worn away some of its former glory.

The almost miraculous grand architecture still exuded a heavy majesty.

Of course, compared to the cathedral complex in the royal city, this one was still smaller.

Moreover, the West Coast nobles had been deliberately suppressing the Church’s development in the region for years.

It looked big, but in reality, there weren’t many people.

“Move aside! Move aside! Get out of the way if you don’t want to die!”

The Revenge Squad led over a hundred slave girls, directly charging into John City and heading straight for the gates of Saint John’s Cathedral.

Crowds of people blocked the nearby streets solid.

Originally, Veronica suggested setting up camp outside the city first, letting Samimi and the others enter the city to negotiate before bringing everyone in.

But Samimi flatly rejected that.

She insisted on entering the city together as a group.

They had a clear conscience, so why should they sneak around?

“What are you doing?”

Soon, a large group of clergy rushed out of the cathedral.

Leading them was a violet archbishop.

She was a female bishop, probably around forty in real age, but extremely well-preserved, looking barely thirty.

She wore a gold-trimmed purple robe, a tall hat, and a single-lens gold wire glasses. At first glance, she looked like the type who was particularly good at embezzlement.

Samimi was speechless at her own ability to judge a woman’s age at a glance.

How exactly did she develop this skill?

“What are you doing with so many people?”

The violet archbishop asked through the brass grating gate, frowning.

“This.”

Samimi didn’t bother with more explanations and directly handed over her little red booklet.

The violet archbishop’s heart tightened. She took it and opened it.

Valkyrie Knight Order, Battle Priest—Shalom Payne.

“You…”

The violet archbishop’s heart suddenly jumped as she looked at this strange black-robed nun.

“Open the gate. Hurry.”

She didn’t hesitate and immediately gave the order.

The clergy quickly opened the brass grating and let the hundred-plus slave girls enter the church sanctuary.

“Nun, pastor, these children are…” the violet archbishop approached and asked in a low voice.

“We busted a slave den. They’re the slaves we rescued. I hope you can take them in.” Samimi said directly.

“That means offending both the local nobles and the slave traders at the same time. We will definitely face retaliation…”

The violet archbishop’s expression showed clear hesitation.

“Would anyone dare to touch the cathedral?” Samimi raised an eyebrow.

“…”

The violet archbishop didn’t say anything.

But her face, filled with fear, said it all.

“Then do you know who hates you the most? Just tell me the name, and we’ll go take them out first. You just be responsible for taking in these children. The Church has a duty to shelter the homeless anyway.”

Samimi said with unshakable confidence.

“Who are you? Just a mere nun, daring to speak to the bishop like that?”

A young clergy who thought highly of himself suddenly interjected.

But the violet archbishop slapped him and followed up with a kick to knock him away.

“Shut up!”

She scolded harshly.

Because she had already seen the horned beastman nun in the group.

Others might not recognize her, but how could a Church high-ranking official at her level not?

Every violet archbishop serving outside had received a confidential letter about the power transition of the Church.

It specifically highlighted several key figures.

One of them was that horned beastman nun.

The first half-beast saint knight in Church history, and also the archbishop’s personal guard.

If she couldn’t recognize that, she didn’t deserve to be a violet archbishop.

And since the beastman saint knight was here…

Then the golden-haired nun in front of her was probably the rumored great figure.

The so-called “Battle Priest Shalom” was most likely just a fake identity.

And someone who dared to directly clash with nobles and slave traders here couldn’t possibly be an ordinary nun.

“Please rest assured. I will definitely protect these children.”

The violet archbishop immediately bowed and saluted on the spot, with unprecedented solemnity in her tone.

“Then I’ll leave them to you. We have other things to do. The situation on the West Coast is about to change drastically. Don’t get involved in anything. Just focus on protecting yourself. If you survive, you’ll naturally see the day of victory.”

Samimi could tell that the other side had already recognized her.

So she took the opportunity to throw in a warning, effectively giving her a survival plan in advance.

“Understood.” The violet archbishop immediately agreed.

The clergy quickly began making arrangements for the slave girls to move in, temporarily registering all of them as novice nuns.

Saint John’s Cathedral didn’t have much else, but it had plenty of empty rooms.

It was more than enough to accommodate over a hundred people.

Everything went so smoothly that even Samimi was a bit surprised.

She had originally expected some haggling, and had even prepared to resort to force.

“Bishop, what’s your name?” Samimi asked.

“My name is John.”

The violet archbishop coughed lightly, looking a little embarrassed.

“This position is technically hereditary… but I did pass all the saint exams legitimately. I’m definitely not just nepotism. At most… just a little bit.”