After getting rid of the pursuers, Qi Lin traveled around the Iron City for a few more times, and then returned to the small hotel where he had been hiding.

When he pushed open the door, he saw that Ling Kui had woken up, sitting at the table, playing with the m14ebr rifle that Qi Lin left in the room because its length was not conducive to carrying.

"Are you... that sister or sister?" Although judging from the other party's expression, the stronger sister who woke up this time should be, Qi Lin decided to ask for insurance.

"You've gone to Samman?"

Lingkui looked up at Qi Lin, her cold tone and equally cold eyes made Qi Lin know that his judgment was correct.

"Well, I went to investigate and got some interesting information." Qi Lin walked to the table, grabbed the cup with half a cup of water left, and was about to drink it all, but the cup couldn't help but flew away from his palm and floated into the air.

"I've drunk this." Ling Kui said, and Qi Lin noticed that there was a faint lip mark on the edge of the cup.

"It's really... you can stay in the environment in the water prison. You still care about this now?" Qi Lin muttered with some dissatisfaction, took out a bottle of unopened drinking water from his backpack and unscrewed it, and poured half a bottle of it.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, by the way, have you figured out how to deal with the Mutual Aid Association's plan? If not, do you want to listen to my advice?"

...

...

South District, Cathedral.

Bishop Samman was watching the report documents for the last week in his office, and a knock on the door suddenly rang out.

"What's up?"

"Sir, the Chief Misey Knight who set out to escort the missionary last night is back." The soft and soft voice of a maid that Bishop Samman liked very much was heard outside the door.

"Misty Eyes? Well, let him come up, I'm just a little bit." Saman pushed the silk glasses frame on the bridge of his nose. As a second-level evolver, Saman actually had no problem with his vision. The role of this valuable flat eyes is just a decoration for this old guy who is nearly seventy years old.

"yes."

Five minutes later, the office door was knocked again, and the foggy sounded outside: "Sir, I'm back."

"Yeah, come in."

The office door was pushed open, and foggy eyes walked straight in, and knelt down on one knee five meters away from the huge walnut desk.

"Hmm? Why did you make this look like this?"

Wuyan looks extremely embarrassed now. Her originally clean white priest robe was covered with filth and blood stains, and there were many damages. The combat uniforms inside the robe were not much better. There were three shocking claw marks on her chest, exposing the close-fitting soft armor she was wearing.

"We encountered a siege of zombies in this mission, and our subordinates forced to break out--"

"Do you zombies? I know, let's not mention that. Today, an assassin attempted to sneak into the cathedral. Fortunately, he was discovered by a brave knight. Now I have issued a wanted order, but recently the number of knights in our southern district is a bit short of. Thank you for your hard work, take your men and join the search operation." Samman said casually while looking at a statistical document.

"Sir Bishop...including me...we...only two of us came back."

"Hmm? What did you say?" Saman was stunned for a moment, moving his eyes from the document in his hand to the foggy eye.

"There are too many zombies. We were surrounded by strongholds and forced to break through. The missionaries were unable to send them out... The mission failed..."

"...Misty Eyes, what's the point of asking me to tell you? Last time, when you caught that pagan, you lost most of your knights. I finally endured the pressure and asked the Knights to replenish your troops. Now, it's better, in just a few days, you've almost wiped out all your troops? Who should take responsibility for this?"

"Sir, I..."

"These knights are all heroic warriors of the Lord God. It is not easy to train each one. Moreover, your mission failed again this time. How do you tell me to report to the Archbishop?" Bishop Samman's tone began to become more and more severe.

"Sir, there are so many zombies-"

"This is not a reason! If a low-level creature like zombies is arranged, can you be surrounded? Don't think that you can be careless if you are under the name of the Templar. The Lord God will never favor the guys who are neglecting their duties!"

"I……"

"This mission failed. You go back and report to the Knights Headquarters. I will no longer share the responsibility for you. Also, you have a big problem recently. I don't think you are suitable to lead the Knights on missions. It's better to go to the confessional room for a while to recuperate." Samman said with a stern face.

"... Thank you for your forgiveness, my subordinates understand... In addition, I have a small request..." Wu Yan half-kneeled on the ground, bowed deeply, and his head almost touched the crimson velvet carpet on the ground.

"What's the matter?"

"How is my sister doing in the parish recently? Can I see her?"

"Your sister..." Saman was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face was unnatural for a moment, but this change was not seen by the foggy eyes that lowered their heads.

"Don't you live together in the real world? Why, she didn't tell you?"

"Uh... Whenever my subordinate asks, my sister always deals with her a few words and doesn't mention it anymore, so I still want to see with my own eyes how she is doing in the cathedral. I hope the Bishop can satisfy my subordinate's small wish."

"How are you doing?" Samman narrowed his eyes and asked back, "Do you think we will treat the people below in the cathedral unfairly? In the words of you Chinese, think about how I treated you in the past, how did you climb to your current position - in addition, if you insist on seeing her, it would be really unfortunate that there was a shortage of sacrifice on the holy ship recently. I sent your sister there, and it would probably take at least half a week to come back. Okay, if you have nothing to do, you can step down."

“…Yes, may the glory of the Lord God bless you.”

"I hope the Lord God will protect you. Next time, I will make such a fuss and think about the consequences yourself."

After coming out of Bishop Samman's office, when Wuyan was about to walk to the stairs, a roll of inconspicuous notes suddenly flew in front of him out of thin air, and then drew a strange circle under his nose.

"!"

The foggy eyes were shocked and were about to reach out to the gun holster at his waist, but suddenly remembered that when he entered the cathedral, all the weapons on him had been handed over to the Knights Templar guarding the stairs on the first floor.

But the note didn't play any tricks anymore. After drawing a circle to attract the attention of foggy eyes, it quietly fell to his feet.

The mist looked around. There was no one else in the corridor. Several windows inlaid with exquisite floral glass were also closed tightly. The two Templars on the stairs did not look at this side.

"strangeness……"

Mumbled quietly, Mist-eyed bent over and picked up the note, spreading it on the palm of his hand with a thumb.

There is only a simple sentence on the note:
Chapter completed!