"Your Worship, Templar Knight, though it may be disrespectful, we have been tracking the Black Swordsman for two years. To give up just because of one word from you, Your Worship, would leave us deeply unsatisfied. So, if you would allow it, might I challenge you to a duel? The victor will decide who gets custody of the Black-Clothed Swordsman." This Onion Knight seemed a bit of an Iron Hanhan.
But he looked pretty clever. He'd actually found a way to stop Lin Yun from simply throwing his rank around to pressure them.
"Hey, hey, I'm a person, not an object. Is it really okay for you to discuss who gets custody of me like this?" Gazi looked annoyed as he spoke up. "Besides, I don't remember having anything to do with your Royal Court or your Miracle Investigation Bureau. I've got things to do, and I don't want to waste time with you."
"Silence! You're nothing but a sinner. We've been watching you for two years. Wherever you go, there are mass killings—horrific, bloody massacres. We have reason to suspect that you're a follower of Khorne." The female knight spoke with obvious agitation.
Well, in fact, they really had been chasing Gazi for about two years.
Back when Griffith made his sacrifice in Averland, a sea of blood had appeared across the land. They called it the "Red Tide," and their Miracle Investigation Bureau believed it was a sign that a new disaster was about to emerge.
Moreover, their investigation had confirmed beyond doubt that it was a sacrifice on an enormous scale. The culprit might well become a Chosen One, or even a Chosen Champion.
That was why they had sent the Order of the Holy Lock Knights to investigate further.
But why send a bunch of pampered