The Spring Water Goddess's temple is coming to arrest me?

The warriors stirred with a slight commotion.

A temple?

The Temple of the God of War next door had its Bishop and all its Priests seated there; it was impossible for them to suddenly produce more people.

The Nature God had no temple at all, and besides, the Nature God's followers were all good-natured folk, not so arrogant.

So, the ones coming to arrest him could only be...

The Spring Goddess's Temple!

Tsk, the most annoying one.

They put on the biggest airs, demanded the most donations, and hemmed and hawed when asked for help with healing, only having eyes for those noble lords...

Sigh, no matter how much I dislike them, I can't show it. I'm waiting for someone to save my life on the battlefield. Offending them now could cost me my life if I'm unlucky.

A hundred or so warriors collectively turned their heads, then collectively turned their gaze back. Captain Karen and Knight Flynn looked at Gret with concern, only to see him standing steadily on the podium, showing no signs of nervousness.

Gret was indeed relieved.

He had rushed hard on the journey, and hadn't fallen too far behind the temple's personnel. He had returned to the City Guard before Roman Knight could finish his complaint and before the temple decided to make an arrest.

He was lucky; by chance, he had saved Knight Xiluo, and thus attracted the attention of the Temple of the God of War.

Even more advantageous for him was that when the Spring Goddess's Temple came to arrest him, the City Guard and the big shots from the Temple of the God of War were all present. With these two here, they wouldn't just let him suffer unjustly, would they?

Gret calmly walked off the podium. Before Knight Flynn and Captain Nolan could speak, he turned to the temple envoy and said frankly:

"You're looking for Gret Nordmark? That's me."

His demeanor was so calm that the envoy was taken aback, scrutinizing him carefully. A teenager, black hair, black eyes. He wore a dark brown coarse linen vest, dusty from travel, looking like a low-ranking soldier of the City Guard.

From his appearance to his attire, he was exactly as Roman Knight had described.

Although it was a bit strange for him to be on the podium, well, a mere soldier was still a mere soldier...

"Very good." The envoy raised the wooden staff in his hand and swung it forcefully. Behind him, two tall and strong guards immediately stepped forward:

"Come with us!"

Gret neither obeyed nor resisted, standing in place and looking at Captain Nolan with a questioning gaze. Captain Nolan, as expected, drew his sword and stood up, his brow furrowed, asking the envoy:

"Gret? Why is the temple looking for him?"

"Just to ask a few questions." The envoy replied vaguely. After answering, he immediately fixed his gaze on Gret and urged again:

"Let's go!"

"Uh, wait... I'm not finished here yet... Can you wait a little while?"

"The Priest is waiting! Hurry up!"

Gret dawdled, unwilling to move forward. Taking this opportunity, Captain Flynn squeezed through and, in a very quiet and rapid voice, reported the previous events to Captain Nolan:

How the squad was mobilized, how Roman Knight took revenge, how he was severely injured, and how Gret gained the favor of the Necromancer...

Captain Nolan listened and pondered. After hearing the full story, he nodded:

"I understand. -- Gret, come, I'll accompany you."

"Knight Sir--"

The temple envoy blurted out, intending to stop him. Captain Nolan waved him off without allowing him to argue:

"Little Gret is my subordinate, and I've always thought highly of him. Since the temple is summoning someone, it's only right that I accompany him."

"This, this..."

They had expected to summon a mere soldier, but instead, they had provoked the Captain of the City Guard, a Level 7 Knight, to personally intervene. The envoy was quite surprised. Before he could refuse, the bald Bishop from the Temple of the God of War chuckled and stood up, walking over to Gret's side:

"This child is interesting. I'd like to see what the Spring Goddess's Temple wants to ask him. Your temple wouldn't object, would you?"

Whether they objected or not was not for him, a mere messenger, to decide! Besides, a Bishop from the Temple of the God of War visiting the Spring Goddess's Temple was something even the High Priest would have to go out to welcome. What could he say? What dared he say?

The envoy bowed with a bitter expression and gestured for them to lead the way. The bald Bishop chuckled as he walked out of his seat. As he passed Gret, he even put his arm around his neck and squeezed hard--

This Bishop was burly and stout, his arm as thick as Gret's waist. With that one squeeze and press, Gret almost couldn't breathe.

A group of people rumbled out of the military camp.

The Spring Goddess's Temple was located behind the Lord's Mansion, not too far and not too close to the City Guard's barracks. It was a bit far to walk, but riding a horse or carriage felt a bit too ostentatious.

The bald Bishop strode forward, and the few people from the Spring Goddess's Temple, who had arrived on horseback, had no choice but to lead their horses by the reins and trudge along behind him.

This is really annoying... Why is this guy so unpretentious...

The envoy grumbled bitterly in his heart.

Alas, the bald Bishop's reputation was known throughout the city: he loved to fight, enjoyed brawling, and liked to arm wrestle people in taverns. Once, he had even arm-wrestled a Level 5 Knight, with the agreement that only physical strength would be used.

Now that he was walking, what could they do? Everyone had to follow.

The envoy walked along, full of complaints. As they walked, a figure suddenly darted past from behind him; it was one of the temple guards he had brought for support. He quickly caught up to Captain Nolan, trotting along beside him, and reported in a low voice:

"It was Roman Knight who filed the complaint at the temple..."

The envoy's heart skipped a beat.

He glanced to his left. Two of the four captains from the City Guard had followed, flanking Gret, glaring at him from time to time.

He glanced to his right. Behind the bald Bishop, seven or eight priests trailed closely, giving the impression they were all coming out. Judging by the numbers alone, the person he was supposed to apprehend didn't seem like a City Guard soldier, but more like a priest from the Temple of the God of War.

He looked back. A long line of City Guard soldiers followed, craning their necks, appearing worried…

The envoy's mind suddenly cleared.

I'm just a messenger! I have no grudge against the City Guard or this young man I'm supposed to apprehend! I haven't received any favors from the Roman Knight either!

So what if I just do my job well?

He quickened his pace, moving past Gret, and whispered to Knight Nolan:

"The Roman Knight accuses your City Guard's Gret of colluding with a Necromancer and severely injuring him. Priest Donald is vouching for Gret, saying Gret had already entered the hall below before the Necromancer appeared, and they were both taken down together…

Now, due to the unsuccessful search and the significant losses incurred, Priest Donald has been asked to reflect. The Roman Knight is not lightly injured, and although the High Priest personally cast a Healing Spell, the results were unsatisfactory, and he is now quite tolerant of him.

The High Priest said that the Knight's injuries are not healing well because he was delayed all night yesterday and did not receive timely treatment…"

Behind Knight Nolan, Gret's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up silently.

Didn't follow the doctor's orders!

Serves you right!