So it's better to have him watched over.
And this is exactly what Motan wants to see~
"My apologies for earlier, sir knight." As soon as Motan stepped into the chapel, he smiled at the young man named Luo beside him, "I meant no disrespect, please don't take it to heart."
"Not at all!" Luo immediately waved his hand, "I was wrong earlier, and I have no eligibility to be honored as a knight within the Holy Church..."
While they were talking, they came to the central part of the chapel. Although the place looked modest, it was much larger in both scale and area than the City Lord's mansion not far away. The surrounding walls were filled with exquisite relief sculptures, which also sporadically incorporated a lot of scriptures and doctrines of many gods. Every few steps apart, there was a Miracle Picture that generally depicted stories of various gods equivalent such as bringing relief during famine, alleviating atrocities, relieving droughts, controlling floods, protecting from mudslides...
"Is it difficult to become a knight?" Motan suppressed his urge to roll his eyes at the relief sculptures of the gods and asked Luo with surprise, "We have had several knights in our town and they don't seem to possess your elegance."
Everyone loves to hear words of praise. If someone dislikes hearing them, it's probably because the other party's words contain spiky insults or because the flattery was too clumsy. Everyone understands this principle.
And Motan's face full of sincere praise undoubtedly made the young man a little pleased. Luo usually seldom gets praised with his qualifications. Despite shaking his head gently, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, "It's difficult to gain the title of Knight within the holy church's union. It's my dream to become a 'Holy Knight,' but it's impossible within the next few years ... "
While they were talking, they arrived at the center of the chapel, and they saw a giant statue of gods right in front of them. The halo filtering through the skylight gave it a layer of sainthood, making it look solemn and sacred.
It was said that every statue of gods in the holy church union is personally blessed by serious authorities of each sect, all possess various divine qualities, though one doesn't know if it's true or false.
"Most people pray here." Luo first bowed in the ritual of who knows which sect, then smiled at Motan, "As for the way, it varies. The gods are merciful and they don't make strict demands, especially since you are not a believer ..."
Motan gratefully nodded to him, "Thank you."
"No problem, then I will ... uh ..." Luo hesitated, seeming to be wondering about something, but finally said, "I will wait for you a little further and then accompany you out."
He actually wanted to say that he was going first, but looking at the seemingly open-minded and good-talking half-elf in front of him, he felt a little uneasy for some reason, always wandering with some resistance in his heart.
Here we must explain for 'Non-believer' this talent, this is not caused by talent. The key is that when Motan logs in as Tan Mo, there is always a dimension of inscrutable temperament on him. if one had to describe it, it would be...
Chaos, extreme chaos.
How can such a natural gap with the orderly camp and the non-believer temperament that Motan has in the eyes of NPC make people trust him completely?
In short, the temple warrior Luo left the center of the chapel and went to a slightly distant place, casual chit-chatting with people.
Though it was morning and not many people had come to worship, many priests from the holy church union had arrived in the chapel to perform their daily prayers and duties such as upkeep and cleaning.
As for Motan, he closed his eyes in pretense, pretending to pray for 'family members' he had made up heaven knows when, but actually, he was swiftly calculating in his mind all the known information he had gathered so far ...
Dave Sagel is a baptized believer and his faith is dedicated to Black Helm, the guardian of knights, warriors, and justices, God of justice and courage.
But Dave betrayed and planned to kill his peers in the Knight's Academy for some plan, which is absolutely unacceptable to the god he believes in.
Dave did not suffer divine punishment...
The end of the file once stated that he has appeared consistently as striving to become a holy knight. Though he has not yet met the requirements, his martial arts talent shown in recent years is far beyond that of his peer students.
But he should be a youth with no extraordinary talent.
Although the conditions to become a holy knight are not known yet, it should not be a secret; within a short time, I should be able to collect information about it.
But even knowing all that...
"Still feels like I'm a couple of puzzle pieces short..." Motan mumbled quietly, rubbing his forehead, "If I want to ruin Dave it would be simple, but since I've noticed this big discrepancy, ignoring it would be boring. This unique task is quite deep indeed."
The reward for destroying the 'hero' Dave was three question marks. Motan didn't think the system was pretending to be profound, but rather the reward would vary according to how well he accomplished the task. Though he didn't really care about the task itself, given Motan's current personality he'd naturally go for maximum fun, and usually, fun and difficulty correspond to each other.
Whatever, the harder it is, the better. After all, it's more interesting if it's challenging~
"I just knew that guy wasn't any good!"
Just when Motan was about to end this pretentious prayer, a deliberately low grumble reached his ears.
This wasn't due to any extraordinary talent or special training on Motan's part, nor thanks to the relatively sharp hearing of half-elves, but rather because that mammoth half-orc priestess's 'grumble' was rather loud.
Almost all eyes in the chapel were drawn toward her.
"Carved tooth!" The young warrior standing next to the mammoth priestess almost cried, his face flushed, yelling quietly: "Lower your voice! Lower your voice!!"
"My voice is low enough!" The priestess seemed oblivious, even pointing her nose towards the center of the chapel where Motan was: "Doesn't he look like a Heretical Church Believer full of crooked ways?"
Heretical Church Believer?! Crooked Ways?!
Something seemed to flash through Motan's mind...
Two minutes later, at the chapel's main entrance
"I'm really sorry..." The young warrior blushed and quietly said to Motan: "That young priestess is a new trainee, she doesn't think before she speaks."
Motan blinked: "That 'small' priestess is almost taller than both of us combined."
The young warrior shrugged at him.
"Don't worry, I don't mind." A slight smile crossed Motan's face: "I don't even know what a Heretical Church Believer is..."
Young warrior's face turned solemn immediately: "They are terrifying heretics. They are insanely evil, they appreciate all kinds of vile things, and even call them 'gods'. Some heretics don't even have a faith object, they just act for their own crazy evil thoughts. Killing, blood sacrifices are commonplace to them. Under the influence of evil thoughts, these heretics can do anything. Even the most evil divine abode is a million times better than those false images they worship...uh, I don't want to talk about it any more, discussing them is even disrespectful to the gods."
"Oh?" Motan stopped just a second before he was about to leave the chapel, turned his head to ask the young warrior curiously: "What are their benefits? Such as...
Skill initiated——[Bewitchment]
"Can they control monsters? Or significantly enhance their talents and abilities in all aspects?"
In the young warrior's ears, Motan's voice suddenly became very familiar, as if he was an old friend he had known for many years. Before his brain could respond, he instinctively answered: "Well, the abilities of various heretics are strange. They can get various powers by paying various prices or holding cruel rituals, but those are evil ways...huh?!"
The suddenly clear-eyed young warrior was stunned.
And at this point, Motan had already walked away towards the outside of the chapel without looking back, saying without looking back: "Thanks, mate~"
Then he melted into the dense crowd outside the chapel...
Chapter Twenty-Five: The End