Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

The next chapter is even more exciting: Chapter 312 You are the madman who attacked the cathedral, we look forward to your visit.

"Martial has already made the bone armor for you?" Sophia frowned and asked, looking at Little John practicing swordsmanship in the warehouse.

"Hmm, you know?" Little John continued to swing his longsword, his mind replaying the swordsmanship of the Holy War God's commander-in-chief from over ten days ago.

"I just went to see him yesterday to help a sister in church repair a beaded flower." Sophia yawned as she spoke, then stared at Little John, noticing he kept repeating the same few sword moves, and asked, "What kind of swordsmanship are you practicing? Why do you keep doing the same few moves over and over?"

"It's just a very ordinary forest sword stance." Little John swung his longsword a few times, then shook his head, held the longsword upside down, and finished practicing. His expression was not good, as if he was troubled by something. "Dual swords are really hard to deal with. Not only can they switch between offense and defense quickly, but they can also use two swords to defend and use a third longsword to attack."

"What are you muttering about?" Sophia rubbed her eyes, looking a little sleepy. "By the way, how's the bone armor coming along?"

"Very good. I've seen the actual item. The coverage and protection are excellent, and it's even inlaid with magic crystals, which he says have the effect of defending against magic," Little John smiled. "It's clear that the craftsmanship is indeed excellent. Now I believe he used to be a magic craftsman from Golden Flower City."

"What about the bone armor?" Sophia blinked.

"Oh," John said, shrugging. "They've already been sent off. The fastest route is via the Darren River."

"So soon?" Sophia scoffed. She had wanted to see the newly made armor yesterday. "If the church hadn't been so busy these past few days, I would have seen it yesterday."

"The church?" Little John glanced at the druid girl upon hearing her words. "You seemed quite free before, how come you're suddenly so busy?"

"Don't even mention it," Sophia waved her hand, somewhat annoyed, "I don't know which two idiots with screws in their heads actually went to attack Archbishop Luther at the Holy Oak Cathedral and even damaged the outer wall of the church. Although it's being repaired now, I don't know when it will be finished. Now many people in the church are looking for those two audacious guys in Torch City, and I've been assigned a mission too."

"Hmm?" Little John hesitated for two seconds, then asked, "Is the whole church searching for them?"

"Yes," Sophia nodded. "You know, a lot of adventurers have come to Torch City now, and there are probably some very skilled ones among them, so it's a bit troublesome to investigate. But with Bishop Luther in charge, we should be able to find out which two guys they are."

"Bishop Luther is in charge?" Little John immediately became alert. Didn't Mamadou say earlier that Bishop Luther was dead? However, he tried his best to keep his expression unchanged and said calmly, "It seems those guys didn't hurt the bishop. They shouldn't be that strong."

"No, I don't think so," Sophia said, her lazy expression turning serious. "You didn't see what happened. I don't know what kind of magic those two guys had, but it was definitely a very insidious spell. There was an invisible 'toxin' in the air, which affected many members of the church. Three of them couldn't be saved and have already passed away."

"Is it that powerful?" Little John said, walking to the wall and sheathing his longsword. He casually asked, "What kind of magic is that? Do you know?"

"I heard Bishop Luther mention it briefly. It seems to be some kind of very powerful dark curse magic, but he didn't say much. Instead, he made a lot of us go for physical examinations," Sophia said with a pout, a little dissatisfied. "I was scheduled for three soul strength tests alone. I don't even know why I have to be tested. I would have preferred to sleep more with that time."

"The church is also worried about you getting into trouble. After all, you said that three people have already sacrificed their lives," Little John said with a smile and a hint of envy. "This welfare is quite good. I would envy your church's protection system."

"It's nothing special," Sophia said casually, brushing it off. "By the way, the old man should still have a magical item to make. When I went there before, his place was a complete mess, with tools scattered all over the ground. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I might have knocked over a bottle of magical beast's acid saliva."

"Yes, there is one. It's chameleon skin. We wanted to make it into an invisibility cloak, but Master Martial said it's difficult. Unlike bone armor, activating the special abilities of the beast skin requires many steps." Little John shrugged, then looked Sophia up and down. "Weren't you sleepy when you went to see the old man?"

"I'm not always sleepy," Sophia rolled her eyes at Little John, "but I still want to thank you. The old man told me that you gave him ten gold coins."

"I still want to thank you on behalf of those children." Sophia pursed her lips and gave a slight bow to John.

Standing by the wall, Little John leaned against it with one hand and waved his other hand a few times with a smile. "I'm unworthy of such praise. As for you, you told me before that you were adopted by the church. What do you think of the Church of Earth and Life?"

He maintained a smile on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking about what Mamadou had told him earlier. The invisible substance must be Bishop Luther's magic, and Mamadou said that he had seen Bishop Luther's body with his own eyes, and that he had died a very gruesome death. But today, the druid girl opposite him said that the bishop was still alive and kicking, and that he did not seem to have been in a magical battle at all. This made Little John feel a little scared of the higher-ups in the Church of Life.

No wonder the boss told me to keep an eye on Bishop Luther, he thought to himself.

"The church, to me, is like," Sophia said, adjusting her robe, "home."

"As I said before, I used to have a home, but after my mother passed away and my father was murdered, I had no home anymore," she said calmly, but John could still hear a trace of loneliness in her pursed lips and the trembling tone she was trying to hide. "Fortunately, I was taken away by an old nun from the church, and I no longer had to sleep on the streets. Since then, the church has been my home."

Sophia smiled, revealing a happy expression. "Without the Church of Life, I might have died when I was very young, but now it protects me from being beaten by those bad people and captured by slave traders."

"Slave traders?" Little John frowned. "Sorry, I only knew that slave traders sold goblins, I didn't know they..."

"So the church is still a good place," Sophia nodded. "At least it keeps me fed and clothed. Although the nuns are strict when I'm studying the scriptures, and it hurts when the cane hits my palms, I know I'm safe."

"Well, it seems the church has indeed done a lot of good things," Little John said affirmatively. However, he wasn't sure if Bishop Luther's situation was an isolated case or if the entire leadership of the Church of Life had problems. "There's one more thing I wanted to ask you?"

Sofia tilted her head, giving a look that said, "Go ahead and ask."

"When you met my boss before, you mentioned that you were looking for a book?"

"Yes, 'Mushroom Spores and Varieties of Life'."

"You said that book was an evil book?"

"Yes, that book is a spiritual object, it can no longer be considered an ordinary magical item. It has its own thoughts and can communicate with people. Strictly speaking, it is an evil book that will lead people to read it."

"Is it that amazing?" Little John scratched his temple, then glanced furtively at the corner of the warehouse, where the book "Mushroom Spores and Mutants" was lying under several heavy objects. Strangely, since he got the book and he and Mamadou had flipped through it, there wasn't a single word in it. It was as if the bookseller had forgotten to print the words on the paper and had simply made a book out of blank paper. Moreover, the book had been unusually quiet these past few days, not tempting him at all, just like an ordinary book. However, Little John knew that there must be something wrong with the book, otherwise the title wouldn't have changed from "How to Attract Sows to Mating" to "Mushroom Spores and Mutants".

"If you have any news about this book, tell me immediately," Sophia said earnestly, her tone very firm.

"Ah, okay, I will definitely tell you when I see it," Little John replied guiltily, fiddling with the hilt of his longsword.

"Alright, if you don't have anything else, I'll be leaving now," Sophia stretched. "The church sent me out on patrol, so this is the end of my slack-off."

"Inspection?"

"Yes, it's about finding suspicious people. I don't know why Bishop Luther insisted that I do this job, and he even arranged for me to go all over the city," Sophia complained with a little dissatisfaction. "I hope those two damned guys die right in front of me right now, so I can save myself all this trouble."

"Ah, yes, yes," Little John nodded guiltily.

Meanwhile, in a corner of Torch City to the east, a clang rang out as swords clashed. Diana, with her hair in a high ponytail, suddenly forced two people dressed in red and black clothes back with a single sword strike.

"I've already told you, I'm not the person you're looking for," she said loudly, still holding her sword. "Your police department has the wrong person."

"Hmph," the sheriff's leader sneered, "There was a witness who reported that a dwarf carrying three swords escaped from the rooftops. Now, in the entire Torch City, you are the only one carrying three swords."

"That doesn't mean I was the one who attacked the Holy Oak Cathedral," Diana continued to argue. "Besides, I'm the commander-in-chief of the Holy Crusade of the Church of War. I have no reason to attack the bishop of the Church of Life."

"You say so, then I'll say I'm the Grand Duke of the North." The head of the security team said, while calling his men to surround Diana.

"This just doesn't make sense," Diana said bitterly, then reached out and drew another longsword. With two swords in her hands, she smirked, "Since you've chosen to fight, then let's have a good fight."

"Sound—, sound—" A few short whistles rang out, and one of the security guards began to blow the whistle he wore on his chest. This warning whistle could summon other nearby security teams to come and reinforce them, and at the same time, it would tell the adventurers in the vicinity that they could come and join the battle. If they caught the criminals, there would be a certain reward.

Upon hearing the other side's whistle, Diana showed no fear, but rather a look of delight. "I can have another good fight! Those two guys ahead ran too fast, I didn't get to enjoy it enough."

But the next second, she turned her head to look at the long sword on her back, "What? Uncle, you mean if I get caught, I can't help you find Fourth Uncle?"

"But now it's their turn to fight."

"Run? The word 'run' doesn't exist in my dictionary, Diana's dictionary!"

"Are you going to abandon us? That's not fair."

"Fine, I got it. I'll run, okay?"

After saying that, Diana sighed and glared hatefully at the head of the security team in front of her. "It's all your fault."

With that, she suddenly charged forward with her sword, moving so fast that she was like a phantom. With all her might, she sent the security team leader flying more than ten meters like a cannonball. Then, to everyone's astonishment, she quickly leaped onto the roof of a nearby building and disappeared in a few moments.

"Boss, how are you?" A security guard rushed to the captain's side with a stick in his hand.

"Don't move, it's broken!" the security team leader said, struggling. "Call for help, call for help quickly, we can't let her get away."

"But the person has already run away."

"Damn it, report to the hall immediately that the madman who attacked the cathedral is exceptionally powerful, and have the entire city search for the dwarf carrying three longswords," the leader said haltingly. "Have them send a letter to the Adventurers' Guild offering a huge bounty."

"Okay, boss." The team member nodded, turned and ran a few steps, then, as if remembering something, turned back and asked, "So, what do we do now...?"

Unfortunately, he couldn't ask any more questions because he saw that his captain had already fainted, foaming at the mouth and with his eyes rolled back.

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A day later, Charles frowned as he looked at the book spread out on the table. There was only one sentence on the book for the time being: "Respected God, your faithful little book has finally come before you."

"Is this thing an evil book?" Charles picked up the book and looked at it over and over again. Yesterday, Little John rushed over to deliver this thing through the portal, and even gave a special instruction: "The book is dangerous. If you can't handle it, find a jar of holy water and 'pickle' it, just like the boss said before."

But when he opened it today, he found that not only did words immediately appear on the book, but they also looked somewhat obsequious. In addition, what does "true god" mean?

"Who exactly are you?" Charles asked.

"I am your servant, your dog, your plaything."

"This is supposed to be a 'wicked book'?"