Agreeing to the Conditions

"No problem!" Seeing the bishop's hesitant expression, Weslan immediately repeated himself with greater emphasis.

Seeing Weslan like this, the bishop did not know what to do. But Weslan currently held the highest status, so his words carried considerable weight. Moreover, judging by Weslan's solemn expression, he did not seem to be talking nonsense. Besides, paladins could not lie. Since he dared to say it, he must have been confident.

"Yes, no problem," the bishop could only follow Weslan's lead.

"Then good. Here, take it. Hold on to it!" As he spoke, Solam tossed the Holy Avenger over. As servants of the God of Justice, these church clerics would never dare play tricks. Doing so would only disgrace Tyr, and that was perhaps one of the most intolerable things for them. Thus, Solam had great faith in their integrity. If these people really dared to pocket the Holy Avenger for themselves, Solam would not even need to trouble himself with them—Tyr would naturally give him an explanation.

Seeing the Holy Avenger flying toward him, the bishop of the Church of Tyr frantically caught the holy sword, panicking terribly for fear that it would fall to the ground. Though given the Holy Avenger's durability, even smashing it with a sledgehammer would not damage it in the slightest, the bishop still caught it with utmost care.

As he held the Holy Avenger, Solam could see his hands trembling.

"By the God of Justice! This is the holy sword! That's right! This pure power—this is the holy sword, Carsomyr!"

With an emotional expression, the bishop held the golden two-handed sword aloft in both hands. Though he was not a paladin, he had heard of this holy sword's legendary reputation when he was young. But he had never imagined that one day, he would actually