Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 358 Archbishop

As Raymond Aron said, although paladins usually seek a home for their beliefs, their actual source of power is their oath, which cannot be taken away by anyone. The "deprivation" that Aron claimed that day was actually a shake of Andre's beliefs. If the young man was influenced by his authority, words and will at that time, Andre would really become an ordinary person again.

As for the Forsworn like the Death Knight? Andre was far from being qualified.

"Yes." Andre said so, but how much he understood? Perhaps only he could understand, or he might never understand in his entire life that the presiding judge who almost opened his heart to him had invisibly determined the direction of his future.

Ron didn't know what they were whispering about. For him, the oath he made when he first entered the industry in his previous life could not give him the power of a paladin. Compared to this kind of power, he believed more in the results obtained by his own hands and brain.

Except for a small commotion caused by the reconciliation between Andre and Aaron, the whole banquet could be said to be a great success. After mounting their horses and pack animals, the four men from the Molten Iron Fortress said goodbye to their dreams and soon disappeared into the distance in the smoke and dust.

Since the delusion of getting on the right track, various forces or organizations have come to visit one after another. The Molten Iron Barrier is not the first, and will never be the last. For Ron and others, they may be just dangerous passers-by, but this journey has changed the fate of the visitors.

Especially Priest Perglen.

Although it is located in the south, the winter this year has become colder as the environment changes. The Iron Wall, a mountain city built by ancient dwarves, has also welcomed the sixth heavy snowfall since the establishment of the cult.

"Hiss, ha..." Pelgrand walked in the corridor of the cult's headquarters, breathing out white air while wrapping up her reddish-brown bishop's robes tightly. Not long after she and her comrades returned from the delusion, with the submission of the report, the four of them were actually promoted to varying degrees. It was extremely rare in the cult for a priest who had been withdrawn from the battlefield to receive such a reward without any military merit. Raymond and the other two attracted considerable criticism because of this.

Pelgrane was the only one among the four of them who was not questioned by anyone. The secondary reason was naturally because she had been nominated as a bishop for many years. The main reason was that she was promoted to bishop this time by the archbishop of the church himself, because during the trip, Pelgrane had excellently completed the tasks assigned by him and strengthened the connection between the church and a new lord.

But Pelgrane herself scoffed at this reason - how much she had done, how could she not know it? But no matter what, becoming a bishop was her long-cherished wish, and it was certainly a good thing to be able to realize it in this way, and she had no intention of delving into other things.

Anyway, all the procedures are carried out strictly in order, right?
Perglen, who was already a bishop, looked up at the row of round windows in the corridor that connected to the outside world, with a look of satisfaction but also a bit of melancholy. The responsibilities of a bishop were far more important than those of a priest. The next time she returned to the battlefield, she might have to command hundreds of people to fight like Lao Lei. Could she really do as well as him?
Speaking of which, Lao Lei seems to have been transferred to another place. I don’t know when we can get together again…

The sound of footsteps behind her interrupted Perglen's thoughts. She turned around and saw a burly old man with white hair and beard walking along the corridor. He was wearing the clothes of the supreme leader of the cult, and a large and thick dark animal skin cloak on the outside. The runes flashing on it showed that this cloak was not an ordinary item.

Ha... Even the archbishop can't stand this weather. Perglen complained in his heart. The order hasn't experienced such extreme weather for many years. Many monks and nuns don't have thick clothes. The archbishop is old and wise. "Bishop Perglen," the archbishop is 69 years old this year. As a human, his life is coming to an end, but as a faithful believer serving God, his life has not yet begun, "It's cold in the corridor, why don't you wear two more thick clothes?"

"Look how cold you are. Come, put this on." As a priest personally appointed by the archbishop, Perglan naturally had the right to receive special favors. The archbishop took off his cloak and put it on the bishop. A warm current immediately filled Perglan's body. "You are still young and have a long way to go. What if you get sick from the cold?"

"Thank you, Archbishop," Perglen felt a little grateful, but when she thought of the church members outside, this feeling was extinguished by her, "But there are still -"

"I know, I know." The Archbishop raised his hand and pressed it downwards, a gesture he often used so that others could concentrate on what he said. "Of course I know the plight of my fellow monks, but we are also short of thick clothes right now, so we can only wait until the clothes we bought from the elves arrive. There is nothing I can do."

Bullshit! If the clothes haven't arrived yet, then just distribute all the silk and linen in the warehouse! Perglen cursed in his heart, but a compassionate expression appeared on his face: "Your mercy, they will definitely feel it."

"By the way, sir, it's so cold now, what are you going to do? Let me take you there."

"No need, it's just a matter of walking on the trail," the archbishop said with a smile, "I'm going to the chapel. I have an appointment with Lord Strider and others for an impromptu meeting today."

"An emergency meeting?" Pelgrand blinked. "Since becoming the bishop, it only took her three days to completely understand the style of these 'adults' - they are the kind of people who have a regular schedule even for how many times they chew their food - what could cause them to hold an 'immediate meeting'?
Besides, the chapel is not usually a place for meetings.

"Regarding the war against the Abyss," the Archbishop's expression became serious. "Before, due to our rules, our comrades on the front line were trapped in death. After that, we made changes to make the rules more complete and able to adapt to various emergencies."

Pelgrand blinked again - how could she not know what was happening at the front?
With such doubts, after seeing off the Archbishop, Perglan saw that there was no one around, so she immediately slowed down her pace and followed quietly. As a veteran who had experienced the war against demons, Perglan's movements without armor were comparable to those of a ranger. She slowly put her ear to the door that had just been closed by the Archbishop, and listened attentively to the movement inside.

The Archbishop's voice came from inside. His voice was calm, and it was obvious that this was not the first time such a meeting had been held: "Lord Thread, is there any news from Rose City? How does the Archduke react to our proposal?"

(End of this chapter)