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Nigris was so shocked by Brando's description that he didn't know what to say. When he was in the main plane, he knew about the corruption of the church from Anthony, Shamara and Peleg, but he didn't expect to sink.

The situation there is even more serious.

This is the front line. If you do this, aren't you afraid that the defense line will be breached?

"Sir, are you really not a master of the local garrison?" Brando was a little scared and asked this question repeatedly, fearing that Ange was trying to trick him.

"I told you no, even my identity as the Knight of God is false. I am an ascetic monk from the main plane. This time I came to investigate the corruption problem in the Sunken Land under the orders of the Pope. In order to get the real situation,

I put on a bit of a disguise."

As he spoke, Negris asked Ange to sacrifice the Holy Light and add the name 'Anthony' in front of the Pope. Anthony sent them here. He went back to Anthony to ask for a certificate of appointment. The Pope of the Holy Church is also the Pope.

Pope, right?

Pure holy light is the best proof of identity. Brando did not doubt Ange's identity, but was worried that he was fishing for law enforcement.

"Let's go, take me to your village." Nigris said, and at the same time he turned back to look for Ferick, only to see Ferick hiding in a stone gap in the distance, peering out.

Forget it, ignore this undead merchant, letting him follow will only get in the way.

Brando helplessly led the way. After walking for a while, Ange suddenly turned his head and looked deep into the dense forest.

Deep in the jungle, I saw a paladin with worn-out armor looking anxiously in this direction. When he saw Ange seeing him, he was startled, and with a swish, he retracted his head behind the branch.

Brando also saw it, and shouted with a bitter smile: "Come out, sir, forgive us."

Twenty-odd paladins slowly came out of their hiding place. After counting, there was not a single one missing. Obviously, Brando was very prestigious in the minds of these people, and no one wanted to escape without him.

One of the youngest knight attendants limped over with a cane and timidly called Brando: "Dad."

"Your son? What happened to his foot?" Nigris asked.

"When I was a kid, I fell down while riding a horse and broke my ankle. The holy magic can only heal it, but it can't put the broken bones back together." Brando said heartbrokenly, rubbing his son's head guiltily.

Nigris asked in confusion: "Isn't there a sacred essence? Why not use it? Even if the ankle is shattered, it is most likely to be cut off to regenerate it."

Brando and his paladins looked at each other in confusion: "Sir, is it the legendary sacred essence that can regenerate severed limbs?"

Nigris was surprised: "In the legend? Have you never seen the sacred essence?"

At this point, Nigris suddenly had a change of heart and asked Ange to take out a bottle and said: "I happen to have a bottle of one thousand magic crystals here."

The expression on Brando's face changed from surprise to disappointment in an instant.
Chapter completed!