"Do cultists also have annual leave?"

"Looks like they've teamed up to run away," the captain said.

"What you call running away," one of the Saints finally couldn't hold back, his face grim, "is called moving."

A burst of not-so-quiet laughter erupted from the Saints.

Calvin felt his face burn as if scorched, his ears hot and tingling.

"Next location!"

He could no longer maintain his composed demeanor. "Next location!"

Calvin had never been so angry. He summoned his horse, mounted it, and spurred it on in a fit of rage.

The horse let out a pained whinny and galloped madly into the distance.

In short, he had lost his composure.

He swore he would vent this anger on those Esoteric Cultists, and even on those detestable, hateful sacrificial children!

These bastards shouldn't exist in this world!

An hour later.

Nothing.

Two hours later.

Nothing.

At six in the morning, the Blood Moon was gradually fading, and a sliver of pale white light was emerging at the edge of the sky.

"Haha, nothing again. What a wasted trip."

"His own father is a priest, and he's trying to fool us like this?"

"What a radiant one, that's hilarious."

"I think that Child of Curse is better."

"Indeed, that child is diligent and studious, and also generous. I heard he donated sixty gold coins last time."

Facing the empty cave and the clean, tidy altar, the Saints lowered their voices, murmuring in agreement.

Weren't they all prodigies who had passed the Saint Trial?

Yet today, they had been fooled one after another.

The reason they followed today was not only to please that Priest, but also for the six strongholds. They thought they could get a share when the Esoteric Cultists were eliminated, and earn some Faith Points.

But they never expected to be fooled repeatedly and run around for most of the night. Since the Priest had insulted them so much, they no longer saw the need to please this Young Master.

Seeing the atmosphere around him souring, the captain decided to find a way to give Calvin a way out.

"Perhaps," the captain pondered his words, and with great emotional intelligence, said to Calvin, "Your Excellency Calvin, perhaps it's because the Esoteric Cultists are taking a day off today."

His expression was inscrutable.

"As everyone knows, the Blood Moon is the day Mother Goddess of Life is born and descends, equivalent to the day a Holy See Saint is born. We also call this day the New Year, so without a doubt,"

The captain concluded with certainty, "They've all taken their annual leave."

They're part of the heresy, performing sacrifices, and they even take holidays?

He had never heard of such a thing!

Veins bulged on Calvin's fair forehead. He felt as if his teeth were about to pierce his gums. He slowly took a breath, trying hard to suppress the anger churning within him.

"However."

He forced a smile. "On the Blood Moon, the effectiveness of sacrifices increases by thirty percent. I don't think they're on holiday. There's no scripture that records Esoteric Cultists taking holidays."

"That's incorrect. This actually confirms my guess," the captain said seriously. "Triple pay for holiday overtime."

What kind of Evil God was so humane that they even paid overtime fees!

Calvin felt his insides boiling. He could no longer maintain his smile. Having been respected since childhood, he had never suffered such humiliation. He roared at the captain, "Shut your mouth."

The smile on the captain's lips froze.

She did shut her mouth, but her expression turned grim. She still wore a smile, but now it was dangerous and sinister.

Filled with killing intent.

This woman changed her mind as easily as flipping a book.

"Young Master," she stared at Calvin, "I've played games with you all night. You're not taking the way out I'm offering, and that's not good."

At the same time, the dozen Paladins under her command simultaneously drew their swords, the flashing sword light instantly illuminating the cold cave.

The icy killing intent mixed with the cold morning mist pressed down on Calvin's shoulders like a physical entity.

The pressure was so immense that Calvin's shoulders trembled, his lips quivering, unable to speak.

"Even your father wouldn't want this."

She smiled coldly. "Deceiving Paladins goes against the Goddess's teachings. Perhaps next year, he won't be a Priest?"

Every year, the Blood Moon Hunting Day is one of the most important festivals in the Border City. To miss the Blood Moon Day would be an indelible stain.

"I didn't lie to you!"

Calvin glared at the Female Knight, "Someone must have cleaned out the Heresy Stronghold in advance!"

"Who? That Child of Curse?" the captain chuckled coldly, "Trying to pin it on him again?"

"That good-for-nothing?"

Calvin shook his head in disdain and anger, "No, that coward who's never been on the battlefield! How dare he wipe out the Esoteric Cultists? He couldn't kill a single one, he's not capable of it!"

"Perhaps his lackey, or someone else."

"Someone secretly stole our information and snatched our prey."

The captain stared at him, "So?"

"I will deal with him."

Calvin gritted his teeth, "There are still two days until the Blood Moon. In these last two days, I will find that person and defeat him fair and square! Like a knight!"

"He's truly gone mad."

The captain said helplessly. She ordered her subordinates to sheathe their swords, put on their robes, and walked out of the cave. They mounted their horses, "Young Master, we won't accompany you any further. You should go back by yourself."

With that, they rode away.

When Calvin returned to the Holy See alone and dejected, dawn had already broken. The ethereal bell of the Church echoed through the small town. The shrine had also opened its doors, and many faithful were already beginning their Morning Prayer.

As Calvin entered the Holy See, everyone turned to look at him.

They had already known about the young and promising The Radiant One, Saint Calvin, who had hunted Esoteric Cultists last night. They were waiting to hear good news from him.

"The great The Radiant One has returned in triumph!"

Father Danny at the entrance leaned in and said in a chanting tone. His smile was plastered on his face as he asked obsequiously, "How was the battle last night?"

"You must have returned with full praise!"

Seeing Calvin's somber expression and silence, Danny mistook the young man's modesty for humility. He flattered him with a grin, imitating Calvin's tone from the previous night.

"'Tonight's honor belongs to you, my Saintess' -- I still remember your promise, it was so romantic and holy, a million times nobler than that Child of Curse."

"Coincidentally, Venerable Saintess came to the Holy See early this morning. She must be waiting for you."

Unexpectedly, Father Danny's seemingly complimentary words felt like piercing thorns in Calvin's ears.

I can't deal with the Paladin captain, but I can deal with a doorman like you!

He gritted his teeth, his shoulders trembling slightly.

When it rains, it pours. To make matters worse, Luojia was actually waiting for him.

Calvin saw Luojia from afar. She was walking towards him, the bright early morning sun shining on her silver-white hair, making her look as if she were wearing a pure white wedding dress.

Calvin pondered in his heart how he should explain what had happened.

He cleared his throat, put on his perfect smile, and took the initiative to explain, "About today's--"

Unexpectedly, Luojia bypassed him and addressed the young man behind him with an imposing aura, "--Ansu, come here for a moment."

She said softly.

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