Chapter 1109 - The Past (1/2)

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“More than enough…”

Joe should have persuaded them to abandon such a ridiculous and even amusing plan. However, words rested on the tip of his tongue when he saw the confident look on their faces.

There was something even more incredible coming next.

Joe expected to give full cooperation to the rescue team and share all the information he knew. The King of Graycastle had promised to save Farrina, so he must need detailed information about the Archduke Island first, and Joe would be the best person to consult with.

He also anticipated that they would pry into the church’s secret and the Holy Book, and he had made up his mind to divulge this information if that could save Farrina.

However, after Joe entered the cabin, he realized how ignorant he was about his old enemy, Roland Wimbledon, who had fought against the church for so many years and eventually uprooted the Holy City of Hermes.

He greeted neither an interrogation nor a pre-operation meeting.

The person sitting at the other end of the long table was, on the contrary, the famous dramatist, Kajen Fels.

“Answer all the questions he asks.” With these words, Sean withdrew, leaving Joe staring at Kajen blankly.

He had watched Kajen’s performances back in the New Holy City.

Although this was something nearly ten years ago, Joe remembered what Kajen looked like.

“What’s the King of Graycastle thinking about?” he wondered.

Instead of an army, he met a troupe. Were they really planning to save Farrina?

“Please take a seat, boy,” Kajen beckoned him to sit down and asked, “Want some tea or wine?”

“Tea… please.”

A pretty young girl soon delivered him a cup of hot tea.

“This is my student, Miss Roentgen.”

“Ah… thank you,” Joe said distractedly. This was all like a dream in spite of his manacled hands and feet. “Why are you here?”

“Because I made a promise to His Majesty.” Kajen said smilingly, “We should have talked in a more comfortable manner, but they insisted on keeping you chained.”

“That’s fine…” Joe muttered. “What do you want to know?”

“Farrina’s story and yours as well.”

Joe stared at him in disbelief. “Me… and her?”

“Yes. I want to know when you joined the church, how you met and also how she was captured by Lorenzo,” Kajen replied slowly.

“Farrina… Farrina…” The mere sound of her name made his heart quaver in pain. He tried to refrain himself from thinking of her, but their past kept floating out of his memories. Words abandoned him, and his vision blurred.

Farrina had just been a common civilian when she had joined the church.

At that time, she was wearing a patched, coarse and filthy robe, her hands and feet swollen and red due to exposure to crisp, cold air.

She could have died had Joe not taken her in on his way to the Hermes Plateau.

Joe was a member of a diminished noble family with nothing but a reputable family name, so he had decided to try his luck at the church.

The Holy City would not discriminate against a person based on his background.

Since he could read and write, he became a priest clerk.

Farrina, on the other hand, became a warrior trainee.

Joe was not happy with this arrangement.