A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

Outside the city of Friedham, yellow sand swept across every inch of sand dunes.

A group of people dressed in church attire were wrapped in some kind of holy energy, completely unaffected by the sandstorm, and they just stood under the city.

"Lord Menethil, this is the city where the pagans gather, Freedum..."

A bishop said respectfully to a cloaked woman in the procession.

The woman raised her head slowly, her eyes tightly covered by the pure white silk cloth, making it impossible to see her expression.

The armor under the cloak made a crisp buzzing sound.

"Send someone into the city first to inform the owner of this city. Even if they are pagans, we must maintain sufficient humility and courtesy when visiting..."

The woman's voice had no sadness or joy, and no human touch at all.

"Yes."

The bishop immediately led several people in the team and walked towards the city gate of Fridum.

"Beatrice."

The woman started calling out someone's name again.

"Ah, here I come, Isabella...Mistress...what is it?"

A girl whose style was out of tune with the rest of the team walked up from the back of the team and stood in front of the woman.

"......Lady Saint, you will be the one to talk to the pagans. We have practiced this countless times before. I hope you can represent the church, so... dress properly..."

"knew......"

"To say 'yes'..."

"Yes......"

The girl named Beatrice responded reluctantly.

......

"Holy Light Church, stop here!"

At the gate of Freedum, the guards led by Swan stood in front of the bishop.

"Is this how you, Fridum, treat your guests, dwarf?"

The bishop was respectful in front of Isabella but arrogant in front of others.

"Explain your purpose, and then His Majesty will decide whether to let you into the city."

"whispering sound......"

If it weren't for his Lord Menethil's words, the bishop would have wanted to teach the dwarves a lesson...

"The Holy Marley Papal State has specially sent the Saint Lady to discuss important matters with His Majesty the Dwarf King. This is normal diplomacy. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to come from afar and be rejected by Your Excellency..."

Swan signaled the dwarf soldiers behind him and on the city wall with crossbows to lift their guard, then looked at the bishop.

"May I ask your surname?"

"The third cardinal of the Church of Holy Light, Albert Medici."

"Very good, Lord Albert, please wait here for a moment. I will go in and report to His Majesty."

"Hey, the honorable Saint Lady is waiting for you in the wind and sand. At least let us enter the city first."

"I said, please... wait a moment..."

After saying this, Swan turned and left, leaving Albert alone and furious.

......

the other side.

"I didn't expect you would accept the demons..."

"How should I put it... The old man on the throne looks rigid, but he is actually quite open-minded on this issue. After all, the protracted war between the dwarves and the demons ended tens of thousands of years ago... We are all a new generation of dwarves... As long as the demons don't show any hostility, we won't do anything to them... After all, the most annoying people right now are still some humans. In comparison, the demons are still kind..."

“I feel the same way…”

There are no eternal friends or enemies. Everything will change with the passage of time.

"Eh? Isn't that my brother? Hey! My brother!"

Shi Dong called out to Swan, who looked a little serious.

"You are finally here. On behalf of Freedum and Moravia, I welcome you, the distinguished guests."

Several people also returned the greetings to Swan.

"What happened, brother? You look so flustered."

“…the people from the church came and were outside the city gate.”

Swan did not hide anything and told the truth.

"Look, here comes the annoying guy."

Are people from the church coming?

Bai Ye still remembers the conversation between Matilda and Lilith when they were in college.

"Master, is that Holy Knight coming?"

Wuyue asked.

"Isabella Menethil, if I remember correctly."

"So, brother, are you going to the palace to find the old man now?"

"Yes."

"Wait a minute, they came across from the desert?"

Shi Dong finally discovered something was wrong.

"That's true. When they were far away, they could be seen from the city walls... The wind and sand were separated by the power of the Holy Light..."

"Then there must be a Saint-level expert..."

"The bishop said that the saint of the church led the team..."

Saint?

I've never heard of any saint in the church...

Why isn't Isabella leading the team?

The intelligence from the academy should not be wrong.

Then it is very likely that the bishop lied about the composition of the team.

What's the purpose? Hiding a trump card?

"Okay, I still have to report to His Majesty. Shi Dong, take good care of them and don't get involved in this matter. Do you hear me?"

It was still his brothers who understood him. It was obvious that Shi Dong was looking for trouble.

......

After Shi Wan left, Shi Dong brought everyone to the city's public security department and redeemed Yan's things.

"It seems like troubles keep coming one after another. Although I really want to take you around the city... but let's stop here for today... As for where to stay... let me think..."

"Ah, that's not necessary, Uncle Stone. We've already made arrangements and will stay at the Theodore Hotel."

Wu Yue said quickly.

"Oh? So soon? When was it arranged?"

"I arranged it before I came..."

"Okay, then you guys go by yourselves. Here, that building over there. Don't get lost. I'll... leave first."

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Uncle Stone."

Watching Shi Dong go away, everyone felt a little heavy-hearted and walked in the direction Shi Dong pointed.

"See, I knew it wouldn't be that simple... There's a sandstorm and it's related to the church..." said Kelulu.

"Who is this saint? Is she a powerful saint?" Beora asked.

"A saint is just a title. In fact, her status is similar to that of a princess of a country," Sophia explained.

"I have heard of this saint named Beatrice." Yan had just returned from the Papal State of Marley, and the information he obtained was more authentic.

"Beatrice?"

"Every place has a different name for it. Beatrice is fine, Beatrice is fine, and Beatrice is fine... It's just a matter of accent anyway..."

"I think she's the newly elected Saint... I remember the previous Saint had passed away many years ago when I left there..."

"As for the church, you know, they always need to launch a vase with a good image and temperament that can deceive believers?"

"Idol," Beorra corrected, using the new word she had learned from Elsa.

"That's fine. Anyway, it's just like this. The church is really sincere in sending the saint here... But when I say sincerity, it's actually to win the faith of this city... preach... yes, preach."

"They are here to invade our religion..." added Kelulu.

"But crossing a desert ravaged by sandstorms... I'm afraid it's impossible for a vase to do it... There may be a Saint-level strongman in her team..."

Yan said to himself.

"Well, Isabella Menethil, isn't she the most capable fighter in the church?"

But Lulu said with disdain.

"That's right... She must be over 200 years old... It's incredible... She's clearly a human... I saw her once when I was a child, and she didn't look like a woman over 200 years old at all..."

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