Receiving the Reward (Part 1)

Just as the party was about to set out.

"Archbishop Andalu, are you all right?" Seeing the archbishop beside him swaying on the verge of collapse again, several people hurried forward to support him, afraid he might cough up blood once more. The priest who had treated him earlier looked tense as he asked anxiously.

Heaven knew what punishment these attendants would face if anything happened to Archbishop Andalu this time!

The priest responsible for the treatment would certainly be held accountable for improper healing.

This was no ordinary wounded man. He was one of the region's administrators, an archbishop. How could the authority of an archbishop be compared to that of a mere priest? If Archbishop Andalu truly died here, the matter would become serious.

The priest prayed inwardly: Please, don't let Archbishop Andalu suffer another mishap here. Judging by his wounds, they shouldn't have been serious enough for this. If something really happens, they'll surely vent their anger on us who cast the Healing Spells.

This time, Archbishop Andalu did not react too intensely. He merely shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

Was that what someone fine looked like? His face was pale, his eyes vacant, as though he might collapse at any moment.

The others thought so privately.

Andalu had always been rather arrogant. Since he himself said he was fine, no one dared say anything more. They merely remained ready to rescue and treat him at any time.

"They've already gone out. Let's go too, Archbishop." By then, most of the people had already left the Temple. The warriors responsible for transporting the corpses of the Greater Demon and the Demon Baron had long departed from the hall as well. Only a few dozen people remained. Seeing the archbishop still standing blankly at the entrance,