The Hypocritical Holy Knight 110 Part 1

The arrival of the Holy Knight Commander caused a huge sensation in the small town of Ximi.

The Holy Knights made a grand entrance into the town, wearing solemn and dignified armor that reflected dazzling light under the sun. They rode tall horses and galloped in an orderly manner towards the direction of the church, making it difficult for people to ignore even if they wanted to.

Ever since the Holy Knights entered the church, there had been a constant stream of people lingering around the vicinity, craning their necks in hopes of getting a closer look at the Holy Knights, especially the esteemed Holy Knight Commander.

This poor small town, which had long existed in a corner of the Delan Empire and seemed to have been forgotten by people, had actually welcomed the arrival of both the Holy Son of Light and the Holy Knight Commander at the same time. This was a treatment that many large towns had never experienced before.

The Holy Son of Light came on the orders of the Central Church to pursue demon beasts, but the appearance of the Holy Knight Commander was a bit abrupt.

In this regard, Ambrose's explanation was quite reasonable.

"The demon beast we were chasing in Buniwa escaped into the Ang Mountains last night," he let go of the Holy Son's hand, calmly stood up from the ground, and methodically explained the reason for his appearance here, "There are signs that it is moving in this direction."

What he said was indeed correct. Before he had left the Central Church, he had heard that this Holy Knight Commander was out on a mission, but he hadn't expected that the place where he was on a mission was so close to the small town of Ximi.

Although the two towns of Buniwa and Ximi were not adjacent to each other, they were only separated by a narrow Ang Mountain range. After the demon beast entered the Ang Mountains from Buniwa, there was indeed a high probability that it would come to the small town of Ximi.

Unlike this face-saving activity organized by the Church of Light, which was extremely easy to implement in practice, the demon beast that could make Ambrose take action to hunt it down must be an extremely dangerous one.

He Yan could clearly see that after Ambrose explained the situation, the old archbishop's face, which was full of wrinkles, instantly showed an undisguised worry, as if he saw the miserable future of the small town of Ximi being torn apart by high-level demon beasts.

He withdrew his gaze from the old archbishop, cooperatively furrowed his brows slightly according to Cecil's character setting, and stared at the Holy Knight Commander with a pair of black eyes, his cold tone containing a hint of obvious concern, "So that's how it is, then we should strengthen our defenses."

— Lie.

It goes without saying that the demon beast was deliberately released by Ambrose. After all, in the original trajectory, Ambrose's mission was completed very smoothly, and there was no drama of the demon beast escaping.

Sure enough, upon hearing his worried words, Ambrose immediately added, "Please don't worry too much. That demon beast is already injured, and we have left a tracking mark on it, so it won't pose much danger here."

Hearing this good news, the old archbishop's aged face quickly relaxed again.

"I heard that you are also hunting demon beasts," Ambrose then brought up his mission this time, and said understandingly, "I think we can complete the mission together and then return to Syphir together."

The Holy Knight Commander smiled slightly, "What do you think?"

"Of course," He Yan thanked him in a timely and polite manner, "Thank you for your help."

So the two people who had just met last night tacitly pretended to be unfamiliar with each other, and reached a harmonious agreement on work. The old archbishop also put down his highly suspended heart and invited them to have breakfast.

In order to entertain the Holy Son of Light and the Cardinals from the Central Church, the Ximi Church had specially purchased high-quality ingredients a few days in advance, striving not to neglect these esteemed guests.

However, the arrival of this team of Holy Knights slightly disrupted their plans.

Due to tight funds, they had originally only prepared enough ingredients for the Holy Son of Light and his entourage. Now that many Holy Knights had suddenly arrived, those ingredients were definitely not enough. He had to quickly send someone to purchase new ingredients.

After leading the Holy Son and the Holy Knight Commander to the small dining room, the old archbishop turned around and hastily summoned the assistant bishop, asking him to purchase additional ingredients.

However, when he was instructing the assistant bishop, a Holy Knight came up to them.

He was tall and had a serious face. He was wearing silver and white interlocking armor that shimmered in the sunlight. The hilt of the sword at his waist was also silver, and it could be seen that he was one of the twelve Iron Riders of the Holy Knight Order.

He threw a bag of gold coins towards the assistant bishop, who was obviously a little flustered, but also clumsily caught it when the heavy money bag flew towards him.

The old archbishop was anxious and opened his mouth, "Sir..."

Although their church was not wealthy, they definitely did not have the custom of having guests provide for their own meals.

The Iron Rider, who had a serious face, interrupted his words and handed him a folded white hard paper, "Please purchase these items listed on this list."

Intimidated by the pressure exuded by the Holy Knight, the old archbishop took the plain white paper and was unable to continue speaking for a moment. By the time he reacted, the Iron Rider had already turned around and left cleanly, leaving only the assistant bishop beside him holding the gray money bag, not knowing what to do.

He opened the white paper and roughly scanned it from top to bottom. His slightly cloudy eyes instantly widened.

On it was a long list of items written in a dashing and handsome handwriting.

Unicorn lion's brisket, cuckoo fruit, Wind God's Blessing (a drink loved by nobles)...

There were more than a dozen items in total, including both food and supplies, and all of them were extremely expensive.

Although the ingredients and supplies prepared by their church for the guests were also very thoughtful, they were still incomparable to the ones on this list.

Moreover, most importantly, to buy all the items on the list, the church's available funds were definitely not enough.

The old archbishop sighed, carefully refolded the list in his hand, handed it to the young assistant bishop, and instructed, "Do as that lord said."

While the old archbishop was busy purchasing supplies, He Yan was quietly dining with Ambrose in the small dining room that had been tidied up very neatly.

The class division in the church was very strict. As the Holy Son, those Cardinals were not allowed to dine at the same table with him, so there were only him and Ambrose here.

The two attendants originally in the room were quickly dismissed by Ambrose.

He Yan maintained his persona, quietly eating the food in front of him with lowered eyes.

There were no rules requiring clergy to be vegetarian, so the breakfast prepared for him today also included a small amount of meat.

He Yan noticed that Ambrose never extended his knife and fork in their direction.

Although blood elves had slightly different diets compared to their kin, in reality, apart from the special food of blood, he was just like other elves, extremely averse to any kind of meat, with no desire to try them at all.

This body did not have a big appetite. Just as He Yan felt he had eaten enough and was about to put down the cutlery in his hand, a small cake was suddenly pushed over from the opposite side.

It was a small cheesecake that looked very soft and fluffy, constantly emitting a tempting sweet fragrance.

The person who pushed it in front of He Yan curled the corner of his mouth slightly, as if just wanting him to taste this delicious-looking little cake: "Try this."

He Yan's gaze met the deep blue eyes of the Holy Knight that were free of any gloom. He decisively inserted the small fork in his hand into that tiny cake and politely thanked: "Thank you."

Actually, he had been coveting this cheesecake for a long time, but Cecil's persona was one who disliked sweets, so he could only regretfully restrain his hand that wanted to reach for a fork.

Now that the cake had taken the initiative to deliver itself to his doorstep, although he didn't know what ulterior motive the person sending it over had, there was absolutely no reason not to eat it.

Ambrose chewed the vegetables in his mouth from time to time, glancing at the holy son opposite him from the corner of his eye.

Last night, before leaving the holy son's room, he did not erase Cecil's memory, but today this holy son was behaving very calmly, as if nothing had happened, and also did not seem to intend to explain the abnormality to the Holy Knight Order, completely different from the stunned appearance last night.

What an interesting little fellow, a bit more tenacious than he had originally imagined.

The holy son ate the soft cake in small bites. Although his face was still cold, his black eyes had already revealed an irrepressible sense of satisfaction. Suddenly, Ambrose felt that the taste of the cake in the holy son's mouth, which looked extremely sweet just from its appearance, might not be as bad as the ones he had tried before.

— He still missed Cecil's blood that carried the sweet fragrance of milk cake. That was truly the most wonderful taste he had ever experienced in this life.

Thinking of that flavor, his Adam's apple rolled and he lightly swallowed. Unable to resist, he reached out and moved another cheesecake in front of himself, cutting a small piece from it and putting it into his mouth.

Then the next second, his face suddenly turned cold. After arduously swallowing that small piece of cake that was so sweet it could practically glue one's throat shut, he never touched the small plate holding the remaining cake again.

After that, he ate a full two large plates of vegetables before suppressing that terrible taste in his throat.

He was wrong. Although Cecil's blood with a hint of milk cake flavor was delicious, when this flavor appeared in other foods, the taste was still as nauseating as ever.

......

In any case, apart from some small episodes, this breakfast ended relatively peacefully.

After finishing breakfast, He Yan discussed matters regarding their respective missions with Ambrose.

The original mid-level demon beast in Ximi Town was not a big problem. It wasn't even important for them to take action as a few Holy Knights could take care of it.

The main issue was still the high-level demon beast that Ambrose was pursuing. The majority of the people here were civilians without any power to defend themselves. Once it entered the town, it would be difficult to avoid casualties.

He Yan wanted to resolve it as soon as possible.