"An extraordinary who's a Sequence 5, or even two of them, plus a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. The Church of the God of Combat has no reason to give you this much leeway, does it?"
"Wouldn't forcibly driving you out be better, and more in line with their position?"
Cyril sat back down beside the fireplace. "But I can teleport. I can come and go as I please."
"An extraordinary who can divine, teleport, and flash is difficult to ambush."
"Besides, the fact that they found me so quickly—though that's partly because I didn't hide anything—also shows that they're paying close attention to Randolph Carter and are on their guard. They probably know I can use Demigod-level Beyonder Abilities, too."
"If a fight broke out in the city, they'd be the ones to suffer the losses."
"So it's better for both sides to show some restraint and bind ourselves with a contract. That way, everyone can rest easy."
"After all, I'm not a pirate who burns, kills, and loots."
Pirates wouldn't let an important port be destroyed, much less cause people across a huge area to contract mental illnesses.
Although you weren't the one who did any of that, you were closely connected to it all. In the Church of Storms' eyes, you'd probably become a walking troublemaker.
After grumbling to himself, Klein urged him to perform the ritual, then took the freshly brewed hot coffee.
After leaving Above the Gray Fog, Klein didn't hurry out of the washroom. Instead, he drew a symbol combining Concealment and Peeping on the mirror above the sink.
As the symbol took shape, the clear mirror instantly darkened, as if shrouded in a layer of watery light.
Soon, silver Loenese words appeared one after another, as if dancing with joy: "My respected, great, supreme