Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 912 The Old High Priest in a Dilemma

When High Priest Schröder confirmed this, he was puzzled by the kindness of the Tower Ladies.

Is it really such a difficult thing to let a child who has nothing to do with them die in order to block all the enemy's escape routes?

They weren't even the ones who did the dirty work!
After all, no matter how well they perform, the feud with the McMillan family is bound to continue.

It's all hatred, so what if it gets a little deeper?

They are cult members, and they have a leader who is very willing to take the blame.

As High Priest Schröder had said, even though the child returned home safely in the end, the McMillan family didn't mention it again on the surface, but in reality, their attitude towards Gezar was not very friendly.

If it weren't for this barrier, High Priest Schröder would never have been able to secretly settle in Hamilton without their knowledge.

Although the Lord of Qingfeng Territory didn't go too far after receiving the Storm Lord's hint, nor did he cut off High Priest Schroeder's lifeline, which he had risked with the lives of his entire clan, if the Macmillan family were to take the initiative to show goodwill, he would definitely give them some hints, such as telling them to pay attention to the life of their Deputy High Priest.

Everyone knows how close Lori Montes is to the gods; if one could gain his favor, one might even be able to meet the Lord of Storms directly!
What an honor that would be for true believers in Storms!
Even if I don't care about fame and fortune, having greater strength would be great!
But McMillan had no intention of doing so.

Even in Hamilton, Celestia didn't attempt to have a proper conversation with the mage lord who undoubtedly also loathed the Schröder family.

Bloodline knights always have certain principles that come from their bloodline.

The Schröder family was extremely grateful for this.

Unfortunately, all their luck came to an end.

Duke Schröder gave a dejected smile.

Although Luscania only issued a warning to Lori Montes, everyone knew that she would never have come in such a grand manner if His Majesty Travis had not approved.

Duke Schröder couldn't help but take a few steps back, letting the cold wall support his weak body... The only thing he could do now was to use the last bit of money to buy food, seeds, and seedlings, leaving his descendants a place where they would at least not starve.

The hall was completely silent, except for the echoing of Ms. Pat's unrestrained voice.

Luscania tilted her enormous head and couldn't help but ask in the mental link, "Travis, no matter what, I did complete my mission, didn't I?"

“Yes, and you did an excellent job,” Travis said approvingly. “You absolutely demonstrated your unwavering commitment and firm stance.”

No one will doubt your resolve, Luscania.

Lady White Dragon nodded in satisfaction, not intending to delve into the implication of her scoundrel friend's words, and simply flapped her wings: "So, do you know where the little thief I'm looking for is?"

Yuri pressed down on the shoulder of Marquis Edwards, who was about to step forward again, and calmly stepped forward: "Of course, Leon and I will try our best to ensure that no King Walker in the North, at least in the capital, will dare to harbor those bandits."

"Cough cough!" The Storm High Priest, whose body was severely injured and whose mind was also in pain, couldn't help but make a little noise to show that he couldn't do or say anything right now.

Although he would certainly suppress the Schroeder family to prevent them from benefiting others, as the spiritual leader of the Storm Nobles, he would never publicly declare that he would abandon any member of the church.

After all, everyone knows that the reason the Schröder family has fallen to this point is mainly due to their own mistakes, but those mistakes were all influenced by rumors from the outside.

Furthermore, since the Lord of Storms has personally delivered the judgment, the Church of Storms must respect this outcome.

As for whether the victims are still resentful... that's their own business.

They only care about their own work.

Luscania glanced down and said, "Well then, let's leave it at that for now. It seems you still have things to do."

Yuri hesitated for a moment before asking seriously, "You're not going to get involved in what happens next?"

“Travis would love to see you become independent,” Luscania said, rattling off another string of platitudes, this time reciting them fluently. “Of course, he’s there if you need him.”

But he still hopes to see your free spirits.

Yuri nodded sincerely: "Thank you for your guidance, Ms. Luscania."

“You’re much cuter than Leon, Yuri.” Luscania tilted her head, her tone very sincere. “He can’t control his expressions, it’s so annoying to look at.”

Is it the meaning of "people are annoyed, not dragons"?

Patrick felt he understood some of what was being said.

Yuri smiled slightly: "Thank you for your compliment."

However, Leon was never good at remembering things, and after wandering outside for so long, he could no longer get used to roundabout ways of speaking.

It's not his fault, is it?

"Tsk~ You're really something~" Luscania said sarcastically, flapped her wings and flew away, "Then you can continue to clean up his messes!"

Yuri flashed a genuine smile.

It looks unbelievably beautiful.

Patrick quickly cast a regretful glance at his silly younger brother... Magic-based professionals are very perceptive, and he couldn't let others guess his little schemes.

Tsk~ How did David end up running into such a big troublemaker?
If only...

Absolutely pleasing to the eye.

Pat, sitting on the wall lamp, stopped his intermittent laughter, seemingly also admiring the beauty in the moonlight. Wyatt glanced at her, confirming that the Tower Witch was out of her mind, before slowly walking towards the old man from the Church of Storms: "This gentleman who has come from afar, would you like a place to rest temporarily?"

"Oh, thank you then."

Wyatt swallowed back the dismissal words that were already on the tip of his tongue. He looked at the shameless old fox in front of him and solemnly extended his hand: "Then, this way please!"

Regardless of why the other party chose to stay at Edwards' house, according to etiquette, Wyatt could not drive away a guest who had been seriously injured in his own home.

All he could do was give the old man a room and then leave him alone.

Anyway, this person has never publicly registered.

Everyone knew the truth, but no one dared to expose it.

Just treat him like a regular customer.

Wyatt asked with a smile, "Do you have a healer you know?"

The Edwards family can only provide public medical services.

However, the doctor in charge of treatment in our neighborhood is a bard who is more skilled in treating external injuries.

He stood ramrod straight, seemingly oblivious to how difficult the old man's descent down the slope was.

Wyatt didn't want to attract that crazy woman's attention... He hadn't forgotten that the first sword strike had been aimed at his head.

The high priest never expected the northern nobles to give him a friendly look.

Moreover, he dared not make any big moves.

The fact that the Edwards family still has any sense of shame is what pleases him the most.

The high priest felt that the situation in the North was far more complicated than he had known before he came.

At least the McMillan family was not quite what he expected.

Well... he suddenly seemed to understand why these Storm Knights, despite being quite shrewd, had never messed with the Schroeder family!
The Storm Riders of the North are clearly of the Hurricane type.

They only know how to charge forward, but they're not quite sure about the direction they're heading.

Then it turned into a whirlwind, a swirling wind.

Everything was blown away, and nothing was left for myself.

嗐~
The Schröder family goes without saying.

Ironically, his greatest hope still rested on this family.

We can't just wait until those bishops die of old age in their positions before we replace them with our own people, can we?
He can wait, but he cannot wait aimlessly.

We have to get the Schröder family to loosen their grip a little, so that those bishops might have a chance to appear before him!

He had planned things quite well beforehand, and even if he were unlucky enough to encounter Pat, who had inexplicably returned to the North, the old high priest still thought it would be alright.

He had prepared for the potential problem of Gezar before he arrived.

Given the Tower Lord's personality, even if the main battlefield is not in the North, he will not let the Storm Church in the North have an easy time.

Although the arrival of Pat still surprised him somewhat, the old priest, who had prepared enough life-saving artifacts for himself, felt he could withstand it.

Anyway, none of the Storm Bishops that this guy dealt with after he couldn't kill him were his men.

Although the old high priest still had some principles, he wouldn't pass up any benefits.

This might even speed up the process of the bishops under Schröder gravitating towards him... but all of this depends on whether Duke Schröder is willing to relinquish control.

The loyalty of believers is never just lip service.

But Lori Montes' intervention forced him to reconsider his future strategies.

After all, Luscania hadn't been to Green Maple Territory in the past few years, so their communication must have been through teleportation spells.

The little gale hanging on the Green Maple Castle couldn't possibly be unaware of all this.

The Lord of Storms can pretend he knows nothing.

This won't do for believers who have to rely on divine grace.

The old high priest felt that his last resort was to find a quiet place to recuperate for a few months.

Let's see what the northern nobles do after today before deciding what to do next.

He glanced at Pat out of the corner of his eye, hoping for the best... This lady, who had received such great news, should be able to let go of him, this poor wretch who was just being taken advantage of, right?

Because the Lord of Storms' anger was so intense, the Temple of Gods struggled for several years before finally deciding to send him to the North, despite having little power and having risen to a high position solely through hard work and a good teacher.

Every wisp of his aura is the result of his hard work and practice.
(End of this chapter)