Chapter 383: Knight's Banquet (Part 4)

“And besides me, there are two other Archbishops, but they are stationed elsewhere and not here at the moment.”

Archbishop John was still trying to explain, afraid of making any mistake, like a subordinate reporting to a superior and desperately trying to show loyalty.

“I understand. No need to explain. I’m not blaming you. I respect local traditions.”

Samimi waved her hand, telling her to relax.

This reaction instead made Samimi a bit uncomfortable.

‘Why does it feel like she’s actually reporting to her boss?’

‘Even though I am her boss.’

“I am the Proxy of the Battle Angel. I say the Goddess will surely bless you. Goodbye.”

Samimi left that line, thinking she sounded cool.

With that, the Revenge Squad of Four left St. John’s Cathedral.

Behind the bronze gate, a group of disobedient little slaves had not obediently returned to their rooms. They stood quietly, watching the Revenge Squad of Four leave until their figures disappeared around the street corner.

“Wuwuwu, everyone must become a good nun from now on.”

Niubao waved goodbye to them the whole way.

There were quite a few beastmen among those slaves.

So saying Niubao didn’t care about her own race wasn’t accurate.

She actually always cared about beastmen.

But when facing those evil beastmen who had fallen and killed without blinking, she always chose to kill them all without mercy.

The four of them felt subtle.

Obviously they had done a great deed; logically they should be happy.

But actually carrying a good deed to the end turned out to be more tiring than killing.

At least this matter had come to a smooth conclusion here.

The little slaves now had the protection of the cathedral—that was the best outcome.

“It was too smooth. We’re probably going to get payback later.”

Samimi muttered.

What surprised her the most was that her identity as an archbishop had actually played a positive role.

Who would have thought that the Church could one day seem so positive?

“Now we can finally put all our energy into the Knight’s Banquet. Let’s go. Save the old man.”

The situation was clear.

The three great lords had set up a trap banquet, widely inviting knight orders from the West Sea.

Nominally it was a Knight’s Banquet, but in reality they wanted to use the opportunity to put the Knight King and the Dilmurt Family on trial.

Knowing Knight King Char’s personality, he would definitely attend.

Even if he knew it was a trap, knew going might mean death, he would still go.

Because he was the Knight King.

Samimi and Fabiana understood this all too well.

There was no room for negotiation.

They had to rush to save him, or the old man would really be done for.

The enemies clearly knew the Knight King’s weakness.

He valued honor and face too much.

If invited to a meeting, he would come.

But others didn’t care about honor or face at all; they only cared about profit and power.

Using someone’s virtue as a weapon to kill—it was disgustingly sickening.

Even Samimi, no angel herself, found such underhanded methods utterly bottomless.

The Knight’s Banquet was held at the Birthplace of the Human Emperor on the West Coast.

It was a small coastal town, personally managed by Count Salam.

Ordinarily, it was open as a tourist attraction for limited times; only dignitaries were qualified to visit.

Only on special days would it open to everyone.

Then knights from all over would flood into this coastal town to pray for the Human Emperor’s protection.

For example, the annual Knight’s Banquet.

In previous years, Count Salam would host a Knight Tournament.

It wasn’t limited to the West Sea Knight Order—other knight orders could also sign up.

But this time was different.

This was an extra, unscheduled Knight’s Banquet.

It wasn’t a traditional Knight Tournament, and no reason was given to the public. They simply issued invitations far and wide to all knights.

Yet even so, knights of the West Sea swarmed to it like flies to blood.

Along the way, they had already seen many knight orders heading to the West Coast.

And their goal was exactly the same as those knights.

But the problem was obvious.

Four clerics like them mixed in among a crowd of knights—it was way too conspicuous.

They had to find a way to blend into some knight order and use that cover to get into the banquet.

By the way, Fabiana had never changed out of the white priest robe Samimi had given her.

Pure White Knight armor?

‘Not familiar.’

Stuffy, heavy, inconvenient to move—she had long since thrown it into Niubao’s storage space to gather dust.

And even Veronica had secretly changed into a gray nun robe.

This was a head nun-level outfit, half a level higher than the ordinary black-robed nuns.

The lady assassin was also dressing up as a nun.

So the four of them walking down the road looked exactly like a Church F4 Idol Group.

Have to say, this disguise actually worked pretty well.

The West Sea region had a fierce folk culture; locals were very wary of outsiders.

After all, there were many bandits here. Almost every village had walls and stationed knights.

Strangers entering a village would always be questioned first.

But this “Church F4 Idol Group” of theirs passed through without any trouble, even helping villagers cure colds to raise goodwill. They were thanked wherever they went.

Still, everyone was a bit puzzled—

Why was it always the golden-haired nun with the most punchable smile who did the healing?

While the white-robed nun wearing the priest robe, with an oppressive aura, just stood aside watching.

After traveling some distance, they finally entered Count Salam’s territory.

In other words, the place they had been talking about—the West Coast.

This place really could be called a land of outstanding people.

Standing on a hill, they could see a vast blue ocean in the distance.

Though it looked close, walking there was absurdly far. They still had a long way to go before reaching the seaside.

This was also Samimi’s first real sight of the sea.

She had only seen it before in storybooks.

“Wow!”

Niubao’s eyes lit up at the sight of the sea. She grabbed Samimi, wanting to charge down the hill.

Niubao was so happy she spun in place.

When they stopped at a nearby town, the four sat in a tavern. The place was nearly full of knights.

The whole tavern had an absurdly tense atmosphere.

Knights at each table glared at each other, nobody yielding.

Fabiana silently put on a brand-new white nun hood and hung a black veil over Samimi’s face to hide it.

After all, she had attended the Knight’s Banquet before.

If she came again, she might be recognized.

“Ugh, I can’t even bring myself to wear this hat.”

Samimi muttered.

“I’ll give you a new one when we get back,” Fabiana said.

“I’m richer than you now.” Samimi waved her hand. “Let’s focus on the matter at hand. Last time, it was just a spoiled young master, and his bodyguard was already a magic mentor. Now we’re dealing with a great lord—I don’t even want to think about what monsters they might hire as bodyguards.”

“Count Perry’s bodyguard is the Ghost Squad,” Veronica suddenly interjected.

“We killed one, Jason. Three Ghost members remain. They’ll protect Count Perry closely. But they’re all small fry. The real problem is the Ghost Squad’s leader—[Mysterious Boss]. He was once the top-ranked assassin on Black Street, then defected to the nobles for wealth and glory. Most of Count Perry’s dead men assassins were trained by him. On the day of the Knight’s Banquet, he’ll definitely be hiding in the shadows watching.”

Veronica finished in one breath.

“There really is such a person? I was just talking offhandedly.”

Samimi’s head started to hurt.

“As for Count Salam, I saw him at the last Knight’s Banquet.”

Fabiana added calmly.

“His bodyguard is the [West Coast Fighting God].”

Such a brief introduction, such a simple yet domineering title, instantly made Samimi go silent.

The name alone sounded invincible.

The cruder the title, the deadlier it usually was.

More dangerous than some “Mysterious Ghost Assassin Boss.”

“What are you looking at?!”

“How do you know I’m looking at you if you’re not looking at me?!”

“Asking for a beating! Brothers, let’s go!”

“I’ve had a problem with you for a long time!”

Just as they were talking, a few tables of knights suddenly slammed the tables and cursed, then flipped the tables and started fighting.

The whole tavern instantly erupted into chaos.

But even with the fight, everyone tacitly didn’t draw their swords.

They purely brawled with fists.

The problem was that most knights wore armor.

Punching armor with fists was no different from asking for death.

So in the end, it was basically a bunch of people pushing each other around, seeing who was stronger.

In a sense, it was quite sportsmanlike.

“Boring. Can’t even kill anyone. I’m going to my room to rest.”

Samimi yawned openly.

She had lost count of how many times she’d seen knights fighting this month.

Every time it was rowdy and ended peacefully, without even a drop of blood.

Boring.

She turned and went to her room. Once inside, she mysteriously locked the door and quickly sat on the bed.

Because Samimi had recently been hit by an inspiration—she had started researching self-created spells.

Even she found it strange to say.

After all, she was never the type to diligently study magic.

Her Briar Magic was all unlocked automatically by the Good and Evil Value System; she didn’t need to research it at all.

As for the other Support School, she had already maxed it out from the start, without even needing to learn.

So what was she studying now?

The answer was—she had swiped an item from her good sister Qiqi Zhu.

This went back to the time in the South when they fought the Insect King.

She had casually grabbed a piece of loot back then.

By classification, it counted as a Legendary Magic Tome.

But strictly speaking, it was more like a magical artifact.

It looked like a rolled-up centipede ball model.

Now Samimi had placed it on the bedsheet. It looked like a prank toy, even suitable for slipping into Niubao’s blanket to scare her.

Click! Click! Click!

As long as she infused it with magic power, this rolled-up little centipede would automatically uncurl, then frantically crawl all over the floor, even able to climb walls and ceilings.

And that was the special ability of this Legendary Magic Tome.

Normal magic tomes and wands all enhance the caster’s spell power.

But this “Book Centipede” was different.

It would devour the caster’s magic power, then scurry around like a recon drone, used for infiltration reconnaissance and remote pathfinding.

After all, this thing was originally the exclusive weapon of the Dark Hero Qiqi Zhu.

Naturally, it was tailored for the combat style of a poison archer.

In Qiqi Zhu’s hands, this thing was a mobile poison-spreading recon device, killing without a trace.

But the problem was—

In theory, it sounded strong, but in practice, it was quite useless for Qiqi Zhu.

Because considering Qiqi Zhu’s own stealth ability…

She herself was the strongest invisible scout.

Why would she need a recon drone? It was completely redundant.