Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

After hearing the Pope's call, Miss Rice stopped moving forward and stood quietly, waiting for the other black priests to leave the temple one after another.

Her black robe was as dark as the night, as if it could swallow up all the light around it.

Despite this, under this shadow, people can still feel the powerful aura emanating from her.

When the last black priest walked out of the temple and gently closed the door, the Pope and Miss Rice were the only ones left in the huge hall.

The Pope slowly stood up from the throne that symbolized supreme power and walked towards Miss Rice step by step.

Every time he took a step, the stone slabs under his feet made a slight sound...

As the distance between them gradually shortened, Miss Rice remained motionless, not even turning her head.

She stood there like a statue, allowing the Pope to approach her. Finally, when they were only five meters apart, the Pope stopped.

He stared at the seemingly weak but in fact extremely resolute woman in front of him, and secretly wondered how he should give her this crucial mission...

"Ms. Rice, you are holy and tenacious, and possess unparalleled wisdom. I am very optimistic about you and hope that you can become a saint and grant you the sacred jade butterfly and the Zhenwu divine robe..."

The pope's voice echoed in the empty hall, and the tone was full of expectation and appreciation. However, Rice listened quietly, as if he was not involved in the matter, and his heart was as calm as water.

She knew very well that such high treatment was not easily obtained. Without great achievements, her qualifications were far from enough given her current conditions.

The Pope stood behind her and talked incessantly, but Miss Rice said nothing, which left the Pope speechless for a moment.

After all, if you don't say a few words, the topic won't be able to continue.

After a moment, the Pope spoke again: "However, I hope Miss Rice to kill someone. This person has used the teleportation array many times, and the assassination organization is powerless to stop him. This matter must be done by you..."

Miss Rice, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke slowly: "Is it really that difficult? Isn't it just a magician? As long as His Holiness the Pope declares war, I will go to the Magic Island and wait..." Her voice was firm and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Hahaha, well said. Wait until the Black Priests arrive at the designated location, then declare war. You can kill at will without any moral constraints, Magic Island! Haha, it's time to let them recall the past~~" The Pope laughed, his laughter was full of coldness and determination.

Miss Rice was determined to achieve the Saint's achievement. In her opinion, it didn't matter who she killed. So, she raised her hand and saluted:

"Lord, believers are willing to give everything, and please give me strength and guidance. I will punish the sinners who have harmed the Holy Church..."

"Good! Hahaha, this is the list of all the members of Van Helsing's mercenary team. The most important one is Viscount Cashen Van Helsing. Lord Saint Shepherd was killed by him. He hunted down 3,000 elite soldiers by himself. This man's methods are unbelievable to me..."

As the Pope spoke, he handed the carefully collected intelligence to Rice. His eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

The Pope collected a complete set of intelligence and gave it all to Rice, because in his opinion, Kashin was the one who should be given special attention, and the others were not qualified enough to be worthy of his personal investigation.

Kashin's special situation is similar to that of the Paladin. He has a strong mental power but no elemental affinity, while the Paladin has an affinity for the element of light but his mental power is not up to standard. Therefore, they are both special beings.

Kashin was able to flexibly use the teleportation array, so that whenever the Assassin's Guild received the message and went to hunt him down, Kashin had already left. Moreover, he was also very cautious when doing business, not giving the Assassin's Guild any chance at all.

Because of this, Shadowmoon City has been sealed off for a year and a half. Even though the local assassin organization wanted to take action, they were unable to do so due to various circumstances, resulting in the matter remaining unresolved.

This group of black shepherds put on ordinary aristocratic clothes and set sail from Gospel Island in the North Sea. They will go to the neighboring country of Pumase to quietly make plans, each using their own abilities to stir up the situation and deal a heavy blow to the enemy country.

Rice packed his daily necessities into his space ring, led an S-class magical elk, borrowed dozens of precious books, and left Gospel Island, where he had lived for thirty-one years.

One month later～～

Autumn is like a magnificent painting with brilliant colors, slowly spreading out across the vast land with its incomparably gorgeous posture.

With the clear and high blue sky as the background, the autumn wind is like a light and mysterious messenger, quietly and silently blowing across every inch of land.

The leaves seemed to have received a mysterious signal from the depths of nature and began to change their colors quietly and gradually.

The elite members of the mercenary association who participated in the manhunt returned one after another, exhausted and worn out, but they also brought back a large number of church badges.

However, this was a painful price to pay. Of the 3,000 people sent by the mercenary headquarters, only less than 800 survived the brutal battle, with all assassins killed and no more than 30 hunters left.

Of the 120 scouts carefully trained by Sher's castle, only 21 have returned. Kashin looked at these survivors who had experienced the war and felt so distressed that he could not express it in words.

The road to training troops has always been full of hardships and choices. Without actual combat, it is impossible to forge a truly elite division; and once engaged in actual combat, it is bound to suffer huge losses.

These twenty veterans who have experienced life and death brought four hundred new recruits from the capital. Under the current circumstances, training troops is indeed much easier than before.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is not such a loss. These new recruits originally had mediocre qualifications, but these twenty veterans have been significantly improved in battle, and their various practical abilities have been greatly enhanced.

In that fierce battle, they were forced to fight with wits and courage, thus accumulating a lot of valuable experience and operational skills.

Kashen used his mental power to carefully examine their bloodlines one after another, and was pleasantly surprised to find that everyone had improved their basic abilities, and without exception, they had reached the peak level of apprentices.

Afterwards, targeted exercises are carried out again based on each person’s specific situation.

Jean Tocque sat in a wheelchair, quietly watching the military training. His face with two scars looked even more terrifying in the autumn sun.

But fortunately, his injuries have basically recovered and there is no problem for him to walk around. This kind of rest is just to allow his body to recover better.

The training manor is full of vitality and military training is in full swing.

Jean Tocque was conferred the title of Baron for his military exploits, and was personally conferred the title by Tan Aili. He became the first knight in Sheldon City to receive this honor and also one of the family's guardian knights.