"If there really is a soul in this world, then what is the soul?"

Without caring about the dwarf's words, the man walked straight into the convoy.

The man in the holy armor did not walk as slowly as expected. Instead, he was like a normal person, and there was no sign of any retention when he moved. Under the panic gaze of the dwarves, the knight with the crown helmet walked to the next to the second carriage and knocked on the carriage next to it with his iron guard. He made a sound of "bang bang", which made a sound of chest tightness.

Provocation, unquestionable acts of provocation. But he was qualified to provoke. The inverted triangle with wings on the breastplate and the long sword with white glow in his hand made him qualified to despise these dwarves.

It can even be said that killing these dwarves will not have any big problems.

Because they are the Savior Army, the direct army of the Supreme Holy Church, and the extreme religion with a transcendent status in human society. They do not recognize any intelligent race except humans. They believe that humans should lead the world innately and regard conquering all heretic races as their mission. What's more terrifying is that this religion has a good reputation.

So just a group of dwarves, they will be killed. They are nothing to them.

"Dwarfs, son of stone, rock is the favor of residence, the mineral soul...but do not understand the beauty of the soul? Well. After all, it is just a group of barbarians, and it is normal to not understand human art."

The blonde knight lamented in an exaggerated tone and shrugged undeniably.

"I am the 'aurassa'. The aurora saber Brent. Of course, you can also directly call me Lord Brent, and I don't mind such small things. Because of God's teachings, we should make the magnanimity of all things. As a high human being, I allow you to call me directly by my name. You don't have to be afraid or panic about this."

‘I’m not panicked at all, I just want to stuff your heel into your stinky mouth.’

If you are so provocative, the dwarf naturally couldn't say it. He could only stare at his eyes dull and watch the young man who was showing off his might and wandered around in front of his convoy. After all, the form was not good and he could not beat the team led by this kid.

After thinking about it, the dwarf said cautiously: "Sorry, Mr. Brent. We really don't understand your reputation very much. So can you please let the way out? We also think of the Messiah, hoping to get the help of the Messiah magicians so that we can get through this difficulty. We hope you can understand our pain."

When did the dwarf speak so eloquently? This is not our style!

Looking at the young man who was frowning as if thinking something, the dwarf wanted to tear off his beard. He simply lost all the dwarfs' faces and treated himself as a dwarf.

‘Mr. Brent’, a very elegant word! This is actually said from the dwarf’s mouth! Who can believe this? Who?!

"Actually, it's not impossible. Dwarfs."
Chapter completed!