Five days passed in a flash.
A carriage, guarded by soldiers, left Silver Wing City.
It moved forward slowly.
Xu Haide sat inside the carriage, his face somewhat pale.
He and Baccarat had already returned to Silver Wing City yesterday.
This morning, he went to the church to convey all the intelligence he had gathered to the church hierarchy.
But they had not brought back any useful information.
The photos taken only showed scattered Skeleton Undead, still within the Orc territories.
After that, they proceeded to Lyss City.
Similarly, the Temple still enshrined the statue of the God of Light, and they found no clues regarding the lost faith.
This caused some disappointment among the church leaders towards him.
The Archbishop, who had always been quite trusting of him, did not speak up for him this time.
Voices of rebuke surrounded him.
They said he had wasted the church's effort and finances on trivial matters.
