Two hours earlier, inside the Cultists' Black Forest Branch headquarters.
[Give Me Your Phone] and [You've Cried Already] led their dozen or so newly initiated cultist underlings into the underground camp, huffing and puffing as they carried the Winterhold knight's corpse back in triumph.
The tall second-tier priest had just emerged from the council chamber when he ran straight into the high-spirited squad.
The tall priest's brows instantly knotted together.
"Stop!"
"What is going on?"
He descended the stone steps with a dark expression, his face beneath the Bone Mask cold and displeased.
These fellows had set out less than an hour ago, hadn't they?
Given the distance, they could only just have reached the outskirts of Fog Town. They wouldn't even have had time to investigate the situation inside, would they?
And these newcomers had already come back?
"Newcomers really are newcomers."
"They must have been scared out of their wits by the Mutants roaming the Black Forest and slunk straight back the way they came!"
In the tall priest's eyes, although Lin Shen possessed an innate blood authority and was an excellent speaker, he was still a hotheaded young newcomer.
Did he think a Holy Church mission was a trip to the market?
Come and go as he pleased?
The tall priest clasped his hands behind his back and silently made up his mind.
He had to use this opportunity to teach this arrogant newcomer a proper lesson today!
"Lin Shen!"
The priest looked down at him and barked:
"How dare you!"
"I only made an exception and promoted you to squad leader because I saw some talent in you, and I entrusted you with leading a reconnaissance mission to Fog Town!"
"And what did you do? How long were you even gone? Less than an hour, wasn't