443 As Vigilant and Smart as Him (2/2)

In the end, the five Golden Sons who killed the cardinal archbishop all became backup bishops

Since then, the Priests of the Church of Storm had been aware that once the Golden Sons got serious, they would be on the moral high ground, and things would be tricky.

The middle-aged Priest turned around and looked at Conan Doyle who was still gagging. He asked, ”Senior, let me ask you, did you really never leave Delpon in the past year?”

Conan Doyle shook his head hard. He had a hard time talking because of the pain. ”No, I really didn't, sir.”

”Then it seems that we were misled.” The leading male Priest took out a gold coin and put it in Conan Doyle's hand. ”This is compensation for our disturbance.”

Conan Doyle looked at the middle-aged cleric who suddenly changed his attitude in surprise.

He couldn't be more clear about these people's brutality half an hour earlier.

They barged into his house and beat him and his sons up without saying anything. Then, they claimed that his family were Defiers and should be burnt.

Yet, they apologized to him now?

The leading middle-aged man ignored Conan Doyle. He turned back at Roland and said, ”Since things are clear now, we'll be on our way. Until next time, Mr. Roland.”

After that, the middle-aged cleric waved his hand and led his subordinates away.

The two female Priests were wearing short skirts that revealed their long, gleaming legs.

The female Priests of the Church of Storm never wore heavy armor.

They did not even dare to raise their heads when they walked by Roland.

After they were completely gone, Conan Doyle and his family all lay on the ground in relief.

Conan Doyle kept thanking Roland.

Roland waved his hand and walked away slowly.

Cage asked his men to untie Conan Doyle's family, while he caught up to Roland himself.

He asked curiously, ”If the middle-aged cleric hadn't given in, would you really kill him?”

”Just because you are Andonara's uncle doesn't mean you have the right to slander me. Why would I kill anyone?” Roland asked back weirdly.

Cage snorted in disdain. ”I went through more battles than you can imagine when I was a mercenary. I could clearly tell that you were all set to kill him just now.”

Roland chuckled. ”Do you think I'm the kind of person who would kill randomly?”

”No, but you did want to kill him, so you definitely had your reason.”

Roland put on a mysterious smile.

In his vision, a system notification popped up. ”Stop the Clerics from Taking Conan Doyle Away” complete. Character EXP +220.

On the other hand, after the middle-aged cleric left the city, he kept walking until he entered a forest. Seeing that nobody followed him, he was greatly relieved and caught his breath while holding a tree not far away. The two female clerics were pale and sweaty too as if they were sick.

The other clerics all found it strange. They asked, ”What happened to you?”

”Roland wanted to kill us just now!” The middle-aged man wiped his sweat and said, ”Fortunately, I was vigilant and smart, or we might've died there.”

The clerics looked at each other in bewilderment.

The ferocious young cleric asked weirdly, ”That can't be true. His expression was normal to me just now.”

”He seems normal,” the middle-aged man said, not entirely recovered from his shock. ”But there was suddenly a strong intent in his eyes. If we had stayed longer, he would've killed us. You can ask them if you don't believe me.”

The middle-aged cleric pointed at the two female clerics.

Both of the female clerics nodded hard.

They were Windsingers, a special class of the Church of Storm.

Wind was the current of air. As Windsingers, they could read the information in the air around them, including but not limited to odor and other people's feelings.

They sensed it vividly when Roland had the intent to kill them.

They were frightened, which was why they did not dare to look at Roland.

The young Priest was stunned for a while. Then, in rage, he was about to shout ”How dare he?” but then he held himself back.

The guy was a Golden Son; he certainly dared to do that.

The young Priest punched a tree nearby regretfully and asked, ”Bishop, is this the end of our mission? The pope will be disappointed in us. Maybe we'll be thrown to a jail for a few days.”

”It's better to spend a few days in jail than to be killed,” the middle-aged cleric said helplessly. ”We can't catch Conan Doyle, not when a Golden Son is protecting him. Kazan the Sword Ghost was strong enough, wasn't he? But the Golden Sons killed him just to protect a maid. We're nothing compared to him. You really think he dares not slash us into pieces?”