Bazel's pupils contracted. "Elves?"
After hearing what the logistics personnel had to say, Bazel was astonished, then overjoyed.
"Elves..." He fell silent for a few seconds, then muttered, "What are they doing here?"
"Elves may fetch a high price, but any elf who can leave that forest and make it here is definitely no ordinary specimen," Bazel said quietly.
He did not let money go to his head and rush off to capture them just because he knew elves could fetch a fortune.
"Even the Golden Warriors I sent couldn't last more than a few moves. They definitely have a Legendary Strongman with them. No, they might even have a Holy Domain Strongman," Bazel said. "Go to the God of Light Church."
His eyes flickered as he spoke.
It was already night, so he planned to wait until tomorrow rather than set out immediately.
Bazel sat in his chair, looking at the roast chicken and bread on the table, and found that he had lost his appetite.
He lifted his wineglass and took a sip, letting the flavor of the wine spread across his tongue.
Then he rose and left the dining table.
Early the next morning, a cavalryman rode out of the castle on his orders.
He explained the situation to the local God of Light Church.
Three days later, the God of Light Church's Holy Inquisition Army arrived in Anvil City.
One hundred cavalrymen rode white horses, clad in silver plate armor engraved with the emblem of the God of Light Church.
It depicted a sun surrounded by a halo.
An old man in white robes also accompanied the Holy Inquisition Army.
He looked to be in his seventies, with completely white hair but bright eyes.
He looked much the same as Netero, but he was twice Netero's