The Archbishop glanced at the man prostrating under his feet.
He said softly, "Go do your work, I'll tell you what needs to be done in the next couple of days. I hope you won't disappoint me this time."
After finishing, he stood up and got off the carriage.
Groot, who had been kneeling all this time, instantly went limp and couldn't get up from the floor.
The Archbishop had left.
The Knight Templar glanced at Groot, who was sprawled on the carriage, weak and drenched in sweat.
He commanded, "Get down."
Gritting his teeth, Groot slowly moved down.
He stepped off the carriage.
The luxurious carriage left, and Groot hailed another carriage at the roadside to take him back to his residence.
As he sat in the carriage,
the weakened Groot let out a smile.
This time, his clash with Rebecca ended in failure again.
However, unlike previously, this time he had managed to drag down the Archbishop too, and made him stand on his side.
"Rebecca, just you wait," he murmured.
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