The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 501 - 210: Let’s Start, I Want to Go See

Rubek.

More troops are gathering here.

"Bishop?" Alicia was somewhat surprised.

She didn’t expect the Bishop to come to Rubek at this time, considering the chaotic atmosphere permeating the entire Cohen Kingdom.

The Bishop’s presence was needed in many places.

The Bishop, riding a giant double-horned white horse, waved his hand and jumped down from the horse.

"You are too reckless."

"Are you referring to the actions with the Night Watchmen?" Alicia asked.

The Bishop nodded.

Alicia’s expression was somewhat peculiar, and then she glanced at the enormous double-horned horse.

"It seems you were in quite a hurry to get here."

"Of course, if there were any issues with your actions, it would cause many chain reactions," the Bishop couldn’t help but say.

Then he noticed Alicia’s expression was a bit off and looked at his mount.

"What’s wrong?"

"Well... the message was sent back earlier through the Information Crystal."

"Is that so."

The Bishop thought this was normal.

After all, with such a serious matter, using the Information Crystal to convey intelligence was necessary.

Whether it was their actions here or anything else.

"So, actually, we have already started taking action."

The Bishop sighed, "It’s okay, I was mentally prepared for this, but it’s only been such a short time, there might have only been one or two encounters, right?"

Alicia looked at him and shook her head.

"We have already taken Iron Rock City."

"Oh... what?!"

For the first time, the Bishop showed clear surprise, with intense emotional fluctuations.

Somewhat astonished, he looked at Alicia in front of him, undoubtedly questioning if she was deceiving him.

However, Alicia shook her head.

The Bishop knew it was impossible for Alicia to deceive him on such a matter at such a time, so regardless, this had to be reality.

"Why? How was it done? Could it be... did the troops that arrived first take action?

It shouldn’t be; these national armies wouldn’t bleed more than necessary without sufficient gain.

What could it be? Could it be..."

The Bishop murmured to himself, his mind racing to ponder this possibility.

Alicia sighed, "It was the Night Watchmen. A Night Watcher army came and repelled the Blood Race."

"Alright, yes, that’s possible. The Night Watchers have an army, although I didn’t expect this, but it is indeed possible.

Otherwise, Kana couldn’t have taken such an action while personally heading to the Royal Capital, indicating he’s very confident, knowing the people he left would handle it.

Oh yes, of course, that’s how it is, I wonder why I hadn’t thought of it."

The Bishop murmured as if he finally understood, closed his eyes, exhaled, and his emotions clearly calmed down.

He looked at Alicia.

"So how many people came? There’s not a ten-thousand-strong army, right?"

"800 people."

"800 people? Not 8000? Nor 80,000?"

"Yes, 800 people."

Alicia knew what the Bishop was trying to say and said, "You probably didn’t get the report on the road. Among the 800 Night Watchers, the weakest ones are as powerful as Anita, with many even surpassing her."

The Bishop could believe everything that was said before.

"If, if what you’re saying is true, then... then it’s indeed the case."

Although he found the information incredibly outrageous, since Alicia said so, he could only choose to believe it, considering he might soon see it himself.

"With such an army, why doesn’t he reclaim Safro and restore his country?" The Bishop didn’t understand.

After all, Kana is a Prince.

Although, from Safro’s perspective, this Prince is a traitor.

But with such power and an army...

However, the Bishop thought about the pollution the Blood Race inflicted on the land.

It seems like taking it back wouldn’t have much meaning.

How malicious.

"They have more noble goals and pledged their power for it," Alicia said.

The Bishop nodded; he understood this somewhat.

"Alright, it seems I was too anxious, you are doing well here.

Perhaps I’m truly old now? Maybe I should apply to the Great Cathedral to replace me with a younger Bishop? Maybe I need some rest."

The Bishop rambled on.

Alicia shook her head helplessly, "Cheer up; there are many foreign troops in the city."

"Yes, yes, I’m really fed up with these people. For months, I’ve been dealing with them. Oh my, I’ve had enough."

The Bishop said while leading his mount with Alicia into Rubek.

"More troops are still behind, and those annoying Elves, just thinking of it is enough. Fortunately, it’s Lord Vionasha who came, otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to communicate with them."

Alicia, listening beside him, rolled her eyes.

This Bishop was fine in every way except once he met an acquaintance, he would start to nag and complain.

Like an old man.

And they, the younger generation, could only listen quietly.

He wasn’t like this when they first met.

Well, he does seem to be an old man now.

...

"This country is really unlucky."

A Night Watcher Dwarf said, carrying a Warhammer on his shoulder as he walked.

Lawrence, standing beside him, lowered his head and glanced at him sideways.

The one standing next to you is the Prince of this country. Isn’t it a bit too blunt to speak like that?