Chapter 351 (1/2)

”Nonsense!”

In the tent in the middle of the camp at midnight, Naze, the church knight who heard the report of the black haired wizard, clapped his hands suddenly, and the whole table made a loud noise and stared at his copper bell like eyes:

”I don't know what evidence you found, but I know one thing very well - that is, you, Lord Loren Turin, have been trying hard to exonerate the damn deserter, so that he can not only escape the severe punishment of military law, but also make him straighten his chest in front of the Holy Cross and tell everyone that he is not a deserter!”

”What I say is only what I see.”

With his hands on the table, Loren looked fearlessly at the church Knight: ”and make inferences based on the facts I saw - if you don't believe it, you can come up with more tangible evidence.”

”This doesn't need any evidence at all, because this is the fact!” Naze, the church knight, blushed and spattered everywhere: ”even in front of anyone, in front of the Holy Cross, I can tell you that this is the fact, a firm fact!”

”In the name of the Holy Cross, I can testify that the deserter named Lucian killed all of them - even if you let him escape the final punishment, it's no use finding any more false evidence!”

Just as his voice fell, several church Knights behind natzer nodded in recognition.

Loren's eyes flashed a trace of annoyance. He really hated communicating with such stubborn crazy believers, because they couldn't hear anything they didn't want to hear.

If he could, of course, he would prefer to discuss it directly with Brandon, but half of the whole team are church people, and they are still veterans who have been fighting in the north for many years. Together with 12 church knights, they form the main force of the team. It's impossible to act directly without consulting them.

The most troublesome thing is that up to now, this group of people are still holding on to the fact that Lucian is a deserter. They don't notice that this is also the last place where those monsters haunted.

Tolerating these stubborn and unreasonable church knights is also the price he and Brandon had to bear if they were willing to let the team be mixed with sand by connord.

But now Loren is a little regretful.

”... well, let's stop arguing about it and focus on our task again.” Loren sighed: ”I found one in the wreckage of the sentry tower...”

”No, I know what you want to do; you're going to fool him, and then find a chance to make the deserter meritorious, so that he can make a confession!”

The church Knight nazer immediately interrupted him, directly ignoring the white eyes of the black haired wizard and staring at his face: ”if Lucian can't pay for this, we can't continue to discuss - it's not good or bad, but justice and evil, and justice can't be late!”

Half the camp was shaking with excitement, and the church Knights encouraged one after another; The officers behind Edward, the ”captain of the guard”, were silent one by one and never spoke.

The atmosphere is increasingly moving in a strange direction.

This is a group of people who can't be persuaded by words. Even if Loren put iron evidence in front of them, they would never frown more, or even stare at themselves.

In contrast, the ”tolerance” of the fascist guard knight can be called an alien!

Although he always wanted to kill himself

”That's it.”

Brandon, sitting in the middle, imitated the emperor's brother, crossed his fingers and elbows on the table, and looked at Naze and His Wizard adviser on both sides with a smile:

”I said, this topic is over; let's continue to talk about the whereabouts of those monsters?”

”Your Highness, it has nothing to do with military regulations or any law in the world, but the question of justice and evil...”

”Sorry, compared with justice and evil, I care more about the survival of the sakran empire; in addition, I don't need any opinions. If so, please keep it until we return to the fortress; before that, any issues we discuss must be related to the invasion of demons, and everything else will be put on hold!”

”Your Highness...”