Bishop Victor was leading his troops, quietly heading toward the City of Rayleigh.
"Your Excellency, this time we will make him pay."
A paladin who served as the bishop’s bodyguard was eager to reach their destination and spoke with suppressed excitement.
The assassinations and newspaper distributions were pushing the Church to their breaking point. Even a paladin such as himself hadn’t slept a wink in days because he was busy cleaning up the papers had been stuck around the City of Snow.
How could he not hate Benjamin?
He would not stand for the dignity of God being tainted. Because of this, he had volunteered to capture Benjamin on his own but was stopped short by the bishop.
"Even if you do find him, do you honestly think you’re his match?" The bishop calmly explained to him, "Have patience - it won’t be long until he slips up."
