A few days later, the great hall of the church in Havenwright was empty.
"Another bunch of bandits has disappeared. According to some of the tracks we have found, it is likely that they have entered the Mountains of Magic Beasts and joined the Black Nightmare Army," a bishop walked in hurriedly and stopped in the middle of the aisle, reporting the news he had just gathered with a small voice.
There was only Grant in the great hall, sitting on the bench in front. Hearing that, he turned his head.
"Black Nightmare Society… Have you found the accurate location of their station?"
"We're found it," the bishop hurried over and bent down, carefully passing a piece of paper into Grant's hands while speaking, "according to the reports of insiders, they have already amassed an army of tens of thousands in the mountains. Your Highness the Pope, we had best act with caution."
"I don't need you to remind me of what needs to be done."
