[ Zhongde ] felt a blur before his eyes and asked incredulously:
"What? Who?"
Jerry's face already showed some displeasure as he pointed at Duolin and Aoda, whose expressions were even more unpleasant:
"It's those two. I'm reporting them for neglecting their duties, for giving me a perfunctory security check, and for saying things like 'dirt' or something, and for being sarcastic towards my tired and travel-worn subordinates."
[ Zhongde ] looked at Duolin with a constipated expression, and saw a look of unbearable pain on the other's face.
He roughly understood Duolin and the other man's predicament. It seemed that this squad leader named Jerry was not a Stained Ones and could be won over to their side.
Since things have come to this, all that's left is for Duolin suffer...
[ Zhongde ] straightened his face and looked at the two of them:
"To be honest, this is indeed true?"
Duolin's lips moved as he answered softly:
"Yes, it was indeed our negligence."
[ Zhongde ] couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen, and waved his hand:
"Guards, take them both away and lock them up."
Several shield-wielding players, suppressing smiles, led Duolin and Aoda down from the city wall.
[ Zhongde ] turned his gaze to this unexpectedly meticulous squad leader:
Are you satisfied with this outcome?
Jerry shook his head:
"If any Blood Corpse enter the city because of their negligence, I will kill them both with my own hands."
That would mean complete ruin.
[ Zhongde ] also let out a wail in his heart. He already had his own deductions about what had just happened in the small compartment under the city wall.
Because whether it's differentiating generals and giving them preferential treatment or feigning flattery by saying they don't need security checks, it's all scripted by him.
In other words, his unintentional act ended up putting Duolin and Aoda in solitary confinement...
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
[ Zhongde ] did not choose to dwell on this issue with Jerry; he immediately pointed outside the city:
"That's settled then. Now, please speak with Lord Motley."
"Good."
Jerry cleared his throat and shouted:
"Lord Motley, the city is confirmed to be safe. There are no Blood Corpse and the security checkpoints are functioning normally. Please enter the city as soon as possible!"
Motley, atop the Hoofed Beast, was busy directing the Holy Crusaders's slow retreat, while the Blood Corpse launched its charge from the darkness.
Although he didn't know how many enemies they were facing, Motley felt from the roars that there were no fewer than five hundred Blood Corpse, and that some of them might be intelligent, high-level Blood Corpse mixed in.
The retreat was initially going smoothly, but Jerry's shout caused many Holy Crusaders to waver.
Although it wasn't outwardly apparent, their retreating steps became noticeably disordered, and the width of the formation began to gradually increase. A few unlucky individuals on the side accidentally stepped on the caltrops, immediately letting out howls even more pitiful than those of Blood Corpse.
The worst off were the Holy Crusaders soldiers who were squeezed to the side of the city gate but were far from the gap.
They were like pitiful creatures in a stampede, jostled and pushed around by their comrades rushing into the city, unable even to speak out because their lungs couldn't take in enough air.
Upon seeing this, [ Gill's Cuisine ] immediately commanded two reserve players to join this security check operation.
The physical examinations became somewhat perfunctory, and the number of questions asked to assess mental state was reduced again and again. Eventually, it devolved into simply pressing the disarmed Holy Crusaders into chairs and asking them what the next line after "stained with sin" was.
Every soldier who answered excitedly, thinking they had met a fellow countryman, immediately received a ping-pong ball as a reward from the Shield Guard.
At this moment, the filming base in White Wax Town has become a well-functioning assembly line. The gate is the discharge port, and the various small houses are sorting areas. Some unqualified products ( the Stained Ones ) are ruthlessly thrown into the shredder (the shield soldier's happy house). The whole process is progressing very quickly.
Grand Knight Motley finally entered the gates of White Wax Town when only Simon's hundred men remained outside.
He wasn't as calm as he seemed. Listening to the roars of the Blood Corpse that seemed to echo in his ears, Motley felt a sense of relief the moment he entered the high wall.
Two people wearing white coats approached:
"You must be Grand Knight Commander Motley? Lord Jerry has already told us to come this way. There's a security checkpoint prepared just for you, located in the small prayer hall of the White Wax Town Church. We guarantee you won't be offended in the slightest."
Motley nodded, exchanged a few words with Simon, who was in charge of bringing up the rear, and then followed the two towards the other side of the city wall, where there were few people.
It wasn't that he had no suspicions about Duolin and the others, but... to a Grand Knight Commander, what threat could Duolin, who had only graduated from the Garrison Academy a few years ago, possibly pose?
Even if a young man in his early twenties has exceptional talent and a perfect symbiotic relationship with the Symbiotic Tree, he is only at the Low Tier- middle level.
As the Grand Knight Commander of the Provincial Holy Crusaders, his strength was undoubtedly at the Middle Tier.
Motley was certain that he was among the top ten strongest figures in Fir City and even the entire Aduolin Province. Apart from the unfathomable Archbishop Antiya Lisi, only a few retired old men and the Grand Knights of the other three knight orders could rival him.
So Motley didn't suspect anything about the obviously suspicious behavior of the two taking him to a remote place; instead, he just found it amusing.
He could already foresee how things would unfold.
When he enters the security checkpoint prepared for him, Duolin will surely be waiting for him inside.
Then Duolin would put on a stern face, send away those small fry, and then explain why they had spoken coldly to him.
After he nodded in forgiveness, he would then deliver a classic line like, "There were a lot of people outside, so I knelt down here for you."
It's just a small trick.
Motley chuckled softly and followed the two toward the side entrance of the White Wax Town Church, which was covered in Boston Ivy.
On the city wall, [ Zhongde ] watched Duolin and Aoda lead Motley away into the distance, then tapped his temples and activated the temporary communication system they had previously established within the player system:
" Pothos, the target is expected to arrive in two minutes. How's it going on your end?"
Inside the White Wax Town Church, [ Howling Pothos ] wiped her custom-made fine iron longsword and scanned her surroundings:
" Yiden and the priests are ready, Xilǐ'er is ready, the alchemical golem is ready, and..."
[ Howling Pothos ] looked at the boy beside her and received a gentle smile:
"I'm ready too, what's wrong, Soul Returner? Are you nervous?"
Sheathing the longsword, [ Howling Pothos ] said in the communication:
"The boss is ready too."