The caravan had dawdled along for over half a month without covering much distance.
At this rate, it would take centuries to reach the city gates.
Fortunately, Evna's savior, Bishop Whistleck, had finally arrived.
Bishop Whistleck was still dressed in bishop's robes, carrying himself with calm composure—if one ignored the few Rank 7s behind him who were slightly out of breath.
Bishop Whistleck then had a Pseudo Rank 7 take the Purification Potions away before walking up to Chen Yi.
Standing over two meters tall, he looked down at Chen Yi.
"Yo, you fucking bastard, you sure know how to have fun."
It was clear that Bishop Whistleck had been utterly disgusted by Chen Yi's brazen actions.
He did not even bother pretending to maintain a Cleric's demeanor.
He had thought Chen Yi would at least show some consideration for the Starfall Empire and wait until he was farther from Ulaanbaatar before making a move. He had not expected Chen Yi to follow directly behind the caravan.
At this rate, would Chen Yi intercept the caravan the moment it left the city?
How was that any different from outright robbery?
Well said. Wasn't this robbery?
Chen Yi extended his hand forward. Space twisted, and the documents in his hand were placed inside. "Don't let my appearance fool you. I've actually got quite a headache, since you made me lose quite a bit of money."
Bishop Whistleck laughed angrily. "Is it possible that this batch of holy water was stolen from the Holy Church?"
Chen Yi glanced doubtfully at the people beside him. "Did that happen?"
Bao Kuznetsova answered concisely, "Don't know."
Ziyuan was utterly shameless, seemingly a skill women were born with. "Isn't this Purification Potion? Are you trying to bluff me?"
Both of them were Pseudo Rank 7s. Under