Gino had fallen asleep in the middle of his work.
He was simply too exhausted.
Even though he had trained as a knight since childhood, caring for nearly a hundred people alone was still an extraordinarily difficult task.
Several priests standing in the shadows outside the warehouse silently watched it all.
As guards.
They faithfully fulfilled their duties.
As for contracting the plague?
The fact that they could come here proved they would not.
With their experience from the "black calamity," the Temple of the War God could easily distinguish who would contract the plague. The powerful had no need to worry about such things-sword-bearing priests, for example.
During the previous "black calamity," not a single sword-bearing priest had contracted the plague, even after spending long periods in infected areas.
Thus, all the priests here were sword-bearing priests.
Sword-bearing priests already ranked firmly among the middle and upper echelons of the Temple of the War God. Above them were only bishops, privy bishops, and the perpetually vacant position of archbishop.
Normally, so many sword-bearing priests would never gather together.
In fact, most sword-bearing priests had their own parishes and rarely had a chance to meet.
With such a rare opportunity, these sword-bearing priests stationed in the regions around Aitandinburg naturally chatted among themselves.
Their conversations ranged from trivial everyday matters to little-known secrets.
At first, the conversation was quite lively, but as time passed, all the sword-bearing priests fell silent.
Their attention had turned to that young man.
"I hope nothing happens to him."
The younger sword-bearing priest who had wanted to say something earlier now prayed sincerely for the young man.
He had never seen such an upright young man.
Even compared with characters invented in biographical novels, he was their equal in every way.
No, he was even