Xyrin Empire-Chapter 187 - : The Tragic Sicaro

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: The Tragic Sicaro

When Anthony began to seriously doubt the Holy Light Path he had adhered to all this time, I suddenly realized I was a born sophist!

“Lord Brother,” Alaya’s voice suddenly rang out in my mind, “that’s way too sarcastic, really…”

Unexpectedly, even Alaya showed such great admiration for my strong verbal bombardment earlier; I truly feel extremely honored!

Cough cough… Anyway, I’ll take Angel Sister’s words as a compliment. What about it?!

“Think about it carefully… think calmly about whether your usual views are based on subjective impressions without using your brain or on actual facts. It’s not terrible to make mistakes, but what’s terrifying is to not only fail to realize and repent after making mistakes but to also consider them justified—nowadays, nearly all living beings in the world have this attitude, and it concerns me a lot.”

“I’m sorry,” Anthony suddenly lifted his head and with a resolute expression, said to Anwina beside me, “Because of my blind and arbitrary thoughts, I have behaved rudely towards you, and I am very sorry for that!”

“Ah! No worries, no worries!” Anwina hurriedly replied, despite unexpectedly gaining the so-called “Divine Servant” title, this Little Ghost still maintained the mindset from her days as a humble maid. So, naturally, she was scared when a “noble” Holy Knight suddenly apologized so solemnly to her.

Listening to Anwina’s response, Uncle Knight immediately bowed very seriously, “Thank you very much for your tolerance. It seems my perspective was indeed too narrow before; I never expected that Undead creatures could also be so forgiving and kind…”

Indeed, every Holy Knight is such a rigid fellow, but this personality seems to have its merits…

Moreover, my feeling of achievement is now through the roof! Holy Knights! The world’s most unbending folks, and yet they were twisted by my argumentative verbal assault! I truly am a genius!!! Roar, it’s great that Lin Xue isn’t by my side, at least I won’t have a bucket of cold water thrown on me at a time like this…

Although this explosive sense of achievement feels great, I have no intention of actually becoming a missionary and preaching my views around the world—I’m already worn out just convincing Anthony, let alone changing the whole world’s mainstream views. So, staying true to my life philosophy of idly waiting for death, I decided to leave this great and arduous task to those who truly harbor compassion for the world, such as…

“Anthony, now that you understand the errors of your past, what are your plans for the future?”

“I will spread your teachings far and wide so that more people may recognize the truth that Undead creatures are not inherently evil!” Uncle Knight immediately straightened his posture, assuming a tragic-heroic stance as if he was about to sacrifice himself for the whole world.

Well, well, I am truly reassured. Now I am growing increasingly fond of Holy Knights’ integrity, the sort where as long as you’re right, even if you sell them out, they’ll happily count the money for you and deposit it in the bank!

Both Jaina and Victor, who had been observing all along, also wore peculiar expressions at this moment. Since they were not in professions inherently sworn to eternal conflict with Undead like Holy Knights, they had been persuaded by my words much earlier than Anthony. Now, they were simply amazed that the usually most stubborn and challenging Holy Knight, Anthony, had been sold so easily…

However, from their collective silence, I could tell that both Victor and Jaina also had their dark, cunning sides!

Worried about misunderstandings, when leaving the Mage Tower, Anwina transformed into a Crow and obediently stayed on my shoulder, while Alaya floated behind me at a low altitude. I dared not allow her to fly too high; this girl with unexpectedly thick nerves never thought about preventing wardrobe malfunctions. If I didn’t remind her, I’m sure she could have just worn her skirt and glided all the way back—though I’m also sure none of the mortals below would dare to look up, but it always felt like I’d somehow be at a loss…

“Lord Brother!” I was thinking with my head bowed… okay, I was daydreaming, when Angel Sister’s voice suddenly came from behind me.

“What’s up?”

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“Over there,” Alaya came over, pointing to a group of people gathering in the distance, “What are they doing?”

Following the direction of Alaya’s tender little finger, I indeed saw a lot of people congregating. From afar, it seemed they were all Priests and Holy Knights.

At a small dock usually used for temporary loading and unloading of materials, a group of Holy Knights clad in thick steel armor and Priests wrapped in white robes with devout faces were gathered together, listening to something apparently very important. Each of them was so serious that they didn’t even dare to breathe heavily.

Among these noble ministers, stood a tall man dressed in an awkward black outfit.

Saying the outfit is awkward, in fact, the natives of Azeroth had never seen such a style of clothing. It was a short garment, reasonably tailored for ease of movement, lacking the complex yet useless decorations commonly found in high-quality Azeroth garments. Instead, it showcased a simple beauty of lines. However, it seemed somewhat unsuitable on its current owner—because that tall man’s body was just too large, his muscles bulged every which way, exuding a sense of explosive power all around, a typical Berserker build which looked a bit too tight in these scholarly garments, giving off a slightly discordant vibe.

However, this tall man’s fierce build did not make him look malevolent. The reason lay in his face—that was a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a square face filled with upright and just lines, matched with brown eyes that offered a melancholic yet decisive look, inspiring endless trust. Truly, the perfect visage for a Holy Knight!

Some prominent figure once said that to be a Holy Knight, Holy Light, strength, and a square face were essential requirements, especially the last one—it was almost the biggest symbol of a Holy Knight. There was this maxim: if you had a perfect square face, in battle, you would elicit more screams than a guy wrapped in Holy Light but with a pointy chin and monkey cheeks—of course, you would also receive more bricks from the enemies. It was just too typical for a square-faced Holy Knight…

There stood the Knight-faced Uncle, right in the middle of a group of Holy Professions, raising his right hand while proclaiming something in a solemn tone:

“…Children of the Holy Light! Our Savior has already arrived! You have seen it with your own eyes, the Divine Warship crafted from the Holy light descending from Heaven, with noble Angels personally coming to support us. What a tremendous honor!”

“But—Children of the Holy Light,” the Uncle Knight suddenly shifted his tone, speaking harshly, “can we really enjoy such grace with peace of mind? Let us ask ourselves, does our gratitude towards the Holy Light truly merit such favor from the Savior?!”

As Knight-faced Uncle’s voice fell, the onlookers immediately burst into whispers.

“I hear your cries,” said Knight-faced Uncle, his voice deepening before suddenly rising, “You are shouting: I can prove my faith to the Holy Light! Good, children of the Holy Light, how will you prove your faith?

“Look—right behind you, the land enveloped in Holy Light, is where the most potent Holy Light Power resides in this world, the Warship that the gods used to arrive. If you want to prove your resolute faith, then go! Go to the Divine Warship, bathe in that sacred radiance!”

Facing Knight-faced Uncle’s solemn and serious B expression, the crowd went silent, everyone displaying a “this is impossible” look.

“I know what you are hesitating about, yes, God’s test!

To embark on a pilgrimage, trials are inevitable, and surely you have already tried, swimming to that splendid island overnight is quite a challenge.”

Knight-faced Uncle’s words immediately resonated with many, it seems that quite a few had indeed tried to swim to the Faith-class pilgrimage overnight…

“Do you know why you couldn’t cross the sea, which normally wouldn’t take any effort?” Knight-faced Uncle suddenly changed his tone, speaking in a pretentious way like a white-bearded old man with a halo over his head, asking a squatting homeless man, “Do you know your destiny?”

The surrounding people immediately shook their heads in coordination.

In that moment, a trace of joy flashed across Knight-faced Uncle’s face—great, finally the groundwork was prepared, it was finally time to start his plan!

“Because you don’t have this!”

Suddenly, a shiny disc was held up by Knight-faced Uncle, the reflected sunlight instantly dazzling the onlookers.

“This object, called—a Disc!

As the name suggests, it is a tool infused with Holy Light Power! Only with it, can you pass the cruel test and smoothly embark on the pilgrimage route! Look at its surface, full of mystical radiance! Just one Gold Coin, and you too can possess—don’t question why such a sacred object is tied to money, remember…”

Watching the interested expressions of the people around, Knight-faced Uncle couldn’t help but feel pleased, then slowly scanned the surroundings—finally, his gaze settled in a certain direction.

Two seconds later, the previously elated Knight-faced Uncle suddenly displayed a Doomsday expression.

“I’m going to kill that guy!!” Above Serramo, a familial angry roar resounded.