In short, Magellan was extremely dangerous. Those who had seen him either kept tight-lipped about it or were simply dead. Thus, the instant Sokya and Diatz heard that Magellan had appeared, they immediately prepared themselves for battle, their eyes skillfully and continuously scanning their surroundings.
Every faction had little information on Magellan, but one thing was certain: this pope was at least a high-ranking legendary assassin!
It was surprising that Bane's pope was actually an assassin. Bane did not favor professions such as assassins and thieves. One of his sworn enemies, Cyric, the Prince of Lies, was one of the mainstream deities worshipped by assassins. Cyric himself had even been a thief before ascending to godhood.
Yet precisely because of this, Magellan's ability to become Bane's pope only proved how capable he was.
Therefore, no one dared underestimate this pope who had begun as an assassin.
"Ah... Huo Keduo, you're always like this. You're far too impatient, and that isn't good. You should learn patience and humility."
A kindly, charming male baritone sounded behind Huo Keduo. A man wearing a shadowed hood stepped out from behind him. He was not tall, only around one meter seventy, which, in Faerûn where the average height exceeded one meter seventy-three, absolutely qualified him as a third-class cripple.
There was not the slightest trace of presence about the man. He was like an ordinary person, even slightly stooped, looking every bit like an elderly old man. Though his face could not be seen, merely hearing his voice made everyone picture a kindly, wise, tolerant old man who enjoyed guiding juniors but was in poor health.
"Hmph! What exactly do you mean? That I shouldn't have resisted you so quickly? Or that I shouldn't have spoken up and forced you out?" Huo Keduo utterly despised