So I'm a sheep.

Zorn said with some pride, "Even within the Black Hand Brotherhood, you won't find another Black Knight."

"Despite having such high 'quality,' the Black Knight is actually the most like an ordinary person, according to the teacher?"

Sasha glanced at the Punisher discreetly, and seeing that he wasn't paying attention to her, she said in a worried tone, "I'm wondering if there's something wrong here."

“My Lord, the Black Knight’s loyalty has been tested.”

Zorn said, "After all, he is a unique artifact wielder who can manipulate two top-tier magical artifacts. For a long time, the church's higher-ups had doubts about him."

"However, he was presented with countless opportunities to betray, but he always chose to remain loyal to the church."

"By now, even the most suspicious bishop would no longer doubt him."

"..."

“Bishop Zorn, although the Black Knight has always performed well, he can manipulate two magical artifacts! You should know very well what that means.”

“My Lord, the Black Knight is in the darkness, but his heart is set on the light.”

"Even if he continues to kill, he is killing for the goddess and for the church."

Zorn suggested, "Since we're traveling together, you can chat with him whenever you have free time to get to know each other better."

'Well, the Black Knight has been tested by the Church for many years, there won't be any problems.' The little girl tried to convince herself of this.

However, a nameless unease always lingered in Sasha's heart.

She couldn't find peace of mind until the group arrived in the village.

'Sigh, why learn Leonard's paranoia of all things?'

Volume 1: Chapter 019 Refugees

"Bishop Zorn!"

The elderly man walked shakily toward Zorn: "Thank you so much, thank you so much."

"Don't say that. The village has done a lot for the church, and preaching to the goddess is something we should do."

"I also brought some food with me, please don't be shy about it."

Zorn waved his hand, and immediately missionaries carried several sacks off the cart.

"Oh, oh, oh, praise the goddess, praise the goddess!"

The old man was extremely grateful and almost kowtowed to Zorn.

"What about the refugees?"

After patiently chatting with the old man for a while, Zorn got down to business.

"They're in the back, really. They didn't even come out to greet His Holiness the Bishop when he arrived."

The village chief kept complaining, saying that they were not devout to the goddess, that they were ungrateful, and that they were too aloof and didn't like to interact with the villagers.

'What a talkative old man, he just keeps going on and on.'

The little girl secretly observed Zorn's expression and noticed that this powerful figure in the church showed not a trace of impatience.

He nodded from time to time, and occasionally responded with a smile and a few words.

"We've arrived, Your Excellency, this is it."

Zorn glanced at the refugees and his expression turned serious.

There were so many people, and they were so united!

The refugees huddled together, staring at Zorn with numbness on their faces and barely concealed hostility.

"Oh dear, the bishop of the Church of Dawn has arrived, and you didn't even greet him?"

The village chief's words caused a stir among the refugees, and soon, a gaunt middle-aged man approached.

"We agreed that we would help the village cultivate the land, so please let us stay!"

"Ha, you think I'm going to back out?"

The old man immediately bristled, his beard bristling and eyes wide: "You people..."

"Village chief, I'll talk to them."

Zorn smiled and interjected, "The church is not here to expel you; our purpose here is to spread the gospel of the goddess."

"..."

"Our homeland was destroyed because of the war."

"You are waging war against another group."

Despite the man's hostile gaze, Zorn remained unmoved.

He didn't explain anything, but walked straight up to a thin little boy.

"I'll help him with his work."

The boy's father was very nervous. He stammered, "I'll do it, I'll do double the work, don't send him away. As for food, just one serving!"

At this moment, the village chief also came over, and he looked very angry.

“Your Excellency, I was originally following the Church’s instructions to only accept young adults, but they insisted on bringing boys along. Sigh, what’s the difference between boys and girls? I think they’re just looking for trouble.”

The old man was initially wary of the large number of refugees and had been very careful not to provoke them.

Now things are much better, the bishop has arrived, and someone is standing up for him!

He kept talking, pointing directly at the boy's father's nose and cursing loudly.

"You think you're so tough? You'll fight us if we don't let your son in? Go ahead and fight, show me right now!"

Zorn's face twitched, and he barely managed to maintain his compassionate expression.

'What are you doing here, causing trouble?'

Just as they were about to ask the missionary to help the village chief down to rest, they saw the little girl running over quickly.

"Grandpa, you must be thirsty after talking so much, right? Come on, I'll take you to find some water."

"Huh? I'm not thirsty, I..."

"You're thirsty, you must be thirsty."

"You silly brat, why are you pulling and tugging at me like that? I..."

"Let me help you walk." The black knight walked to the village chief's side, and the old man immediately shut his mouth as soon as he spoke.

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After the old man left, Zorn waved, and immediately a missionary carrying a bag came to his side.

"Child, eat."

Zorn took out a piece of black bread and placed it in the little boy's hand, saying gently, "No one will drive you away; the church will take care of you."

"Eat up, there's more if you finish this."

The missionaries began distributing black bread, and the refugees, looking at the bread in their hands, were at a loss for what to do.

Why are you giving us food?

The gaunt, middle-aged man who was leading the group asked in a low voice, "What exactly do you want...?"

"Eat! Don't say anything, just fill your stomach first!"

They simply shoved two pieces of bread into his hands, and Zorn took one and started eating it himself.

"..."

The man's stomach rumbled, but he thought, "Whatever, I'll eat first!"

After wolfing down the black bread, the middle-aged man suddenly showed a pained expression.

"Are you choking?"

Zorn handed him his water pouch: "Drink."

"Grumpy"

After drinking to his heart's content, the man looked at Zorn with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"It's done," Zorn thought with certainty.

They eat and drink my food, so they can't keep giving me that stern look on their face, can they?

"The force that is at war with the Church is called the 'Black Hand Brotherhood,' and its members are all followers of the devil. Our war with them is a war between humanity and the devil."

Zorn said calmly, "If the church loses, you won't survive either."

"Why would they kill us for no reason!" the man exclaimed in disbelief.

"The Black Hand Brotherhood, slaughtered cities."

Just one sentence. The man's face turned deathly pale.

“It’s not just one; they’ve already massacred six cities.”

Zorn sighed and said, "Don't think I'm lying to you. Just ask around in any of the nearby villages. They all know about the atrocities committed by the Black Hand Brotherhood."

The man swallowed hard, while the refugees around him stared in disbelief.

“There are too many of you, and the village doesn’t have enough land.”

"Ah, don't worry."

Before the man could speak, Zorn said, "I will help you contact nearby villages. If several villages share the burden, it won't be a problem."

"...In that case, we'll have to separate."

"Friend, there's nothing we can do about it."

Zorn put it bluntly: "With so many of you gathered together, which village would dare to take you in?"

"The village chief here is the best example. Haven't you noticed that he's been very uneasy ever since you came to the village?"

"..." Another silence followed.

"Why are you helping us?" the man asked, looking at Zorn with a puzzled expression.