Huh? Are they all real?.

"Because you brought such a rare and fine wine, I also brought out my treasured collection."

Seeing the cup in the other person's hand, Moen smiled and said:

“Ah, I know that. Vampire cups. Judging from the patterns, these should be from the Tora family’s collection. Perhaps centuries ago, they even held the blood of some great being.”

Father Hal was even more pleased with Moen's answer.

"You are truly a knowledgeable gentleman, so, shall we begin?"

"Of course, please sit down, I'll pour you some wine."

"Why is this so embarrassing?"

Despite saying that, Father Hal had already automatically sat down opposite Moen.

Behind him is an emblem composed of a dragon and a holy lance.

Seeing this, Moen couldn't help but say:

“I remember this used to be the Lion and the Holy Lance.”

Father Hal glanced back slightly at this, then said nonchalantly:

“Ah, a lion? Good heavens, that must have been years ago. It’s been like this ever since I came here.”

"Let's talk about this while we enjoy the wine, sir!"

Moen nodded in agreement to Father Hal's request:

"of course."

After saying that, Moen picked up the bottle and smashed it on the table.

"you--!"

Seeing the splashed wine, Father Hal uttered only one word in shock and anger, and then fell silent.

Because then Moen grabbed the broken bottle and swung it forward.

The sharp shards precisely slit the opponent's throat.

This left him unable to even call for help; he could only clutch his bleeding neck and collapse onto a chair, convulsing.

Whether the two silver cups in front of him had ever contained the blood of some great man is unknown, but in this case, they contained his own blood.

Moreover, his cries for help were of no use, because the place was very soundproof.

After all, there are always some acts of redemption and donation that are not meant to be heard by outsiders that happen in the priests' prayer rooms, aren't there?

Then, entering the church does indeed require a body search, and it's difficult for an ordinary person to bypass this.

But what rare weapon would be needed to kill a priest whose superhuman abilities are debatable?

A broken wine bottle will suffice.

The smell of blood had been completely masked by the rich aroma of the liquor.

Amid the other person's continued convulsions, Moen picked up the documents from his desk.

After a quick search, Moen found the list of those to be sent to hard labor.

The boy's father's name was prominently displayed on it.

This made Moen sigh, because now was not the time to save him.

It would be simple to rescue the boy's father, but Moen wanted to rescue everyone in the Rodgrunts penal colony.

So we'll have to wait.

And this is also part of the plan.

Moen has already chosen his method to enter Camelot and assassinate the Pope.

However, in order to achieve this goal, Moen took a pen and paper from the side and left a letter on the table.

After sitting quietly in place and confirming the other person's death, Moen finally stepped out of the room.

After closing the door, Moen, reeking of alcohol, smiled at the church knights present:

"My lords, Father Hal has had too much to drink, so he hopes you will not disturb him for the time being."

The knights all smiled knowingly, and then personally escorted Moen out of Rodgerns Cathedral.

When Moen left the church and disappeared into the crowd, he also tore off the mask he was wearing.

Another unremarkable face was revealed.

This is one of the things he bought on the black market.

Anyone can get it if they're determined.

He's now off to pursue his second goal for the day.

A priest who flaunts his power by relying on the behemoth that is the church is very easy to deal with; he can be killed and even escaped unscathed without much effort.

But that's not what Moen wants; Moen wants more.

Therefore, his second target was Patriarch Rodgerns, who was on a pilgrimage for blessings!

Whether it's the best assassination attempt on the Pope or the rescue of those poor souls sent to hard labor, the Patriarch's capital is a crucial point that must be addressed.

Because those people were sent to his mines to do hard labor.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of Rodgerns, the Patriarch's procession had already arrived.

Everywhere you look, there are crowds of people.

If it weren't for the riders arriving early to clear the way, this huge convoy would probably have been completely jammed as soon as it arrived.

The Patriarch, standing atop a luxurious carriage pulled by twelve dragon horses, waved with immense satisfaction to the believers below.

He couldn't be bothered to recite religious texts for these lowly people; he'd almost forgotten even the beginning of the texts.

Anyway, the king is long dead, and the goddess has completely shut herself off.

Memorizing the scriptures was just a way to climb the ladder, and now he's already climbed it!

In just three more months, his term in Rodgerns will come to a successful conclusion.

Then he would wait to return to Camelot and become a cardinal. At that time, with his connections and accumulated wealth, he would soon begin to ascend to demigod status and become a true immortal.

So that he can enjoy the power he has worked so hard to obtain in the long run.

The more I think about this...

The Patriarch, unable to contain his excitement, closed his eyes.

What a wonderful combination: a noble cardinal and a dignified demigod!

Well, now I finally understand why Cardinal Moss was so stingy with me.

There is a limited number of cardinals; when someone goes up, someone else has to go down.

Especially considering that everyone has lived for so long.

It's definitely time to properly manage those below.

Thinking about this, the Patriarch couldn't help but ponder how he and the other cardinals would work together to keep the people below in check while also getting them to work for him.

No, no, no, it's too late to think about this now.

My primary concern now is to ensure my ascension to cardinal and my becoming a demigod.

So, well, we need to wrap things up cleanly here.

The laborers in that mine need to be dealt with before we leave.

After all, even though everyone does these things, it wouldn't be good if someone brought this up in public to interfere with me.

And what else?

I need to think about it carefully.

The Patriarch, who was racking his brains over his promotion, and everyone around him had no idea what was going on.

At this moment when everyone is watching and the gods are protecting us.

Gunshots were fired.

The moment the gunshot rang out, no one had time to realize what had happened.

Even the knights and superhumans who were guarding the Patriarch had the first reaction: Who fired the salute?

The Patriarch himself didn't care at all.

Because their rule has been peaceful for far too long.

A few decades of prosperity and strength are enough for a powerful empire to completely indulge in a life of decadence and debauchery.

Not to mention the church's continued prosperity and dominance in the New World to this day.

Indeed, many clergy members have died unexpectedly due to the resistance of the untouchables.

But there has never been a Patriarch of that rank.

Even assassination.

Even in internal struggles within their church, once the bishop level is reached, they will spare the other party's life no matter what.

This is not because they are kind-hearted, but because they are leaving themselves a way out.

So when the gun went off, no one thought it was an assassination attempt on the Patriarch.

The guardian knights, who should have been the first to react, were still pretending to be engrossed in their duties and daydreaming.

It wasn't until the ritual at the Patriarch's feet spontaneously activated, creating a glowing barrier.

The Patriarch finally snapped out of his daze and looked at what was in front of him.

In his field of vision, large swaths of black matter were making a hissing sound on the light barrier.

Although no one, including the Patriarch himself, suspected it was an assassination attempt.

But this still couldn't take the Patriarch's life.

Because this is the world of the extraordinary, the Patriarch's feet are treading on a protective ritual specially prepared for him by the church.

Now is the time for extraordinary power to manifest itself.

Only now did the Patriarch realize that this was an assassination attempt.

An overwhelming sense of shock and rage surged forth in an instant.

But before he could speak, a second gunshot rang out.

This time, having been warned beforehand, the knights finally realized what had happened.

But it was too late; the second attack had already struck the light barrier in front of the Patriarch.

Previously, a black, viscous substance clung to the light barrier; now, a crimson substance, resembling blood, has covered the previous black.

The engulfing and merging of the two colors caused the Patriarch to frown slightly, and at the same time, a bad premonition arose within him.

Sure enough, the next moment.

A violent explosion occurred.

The riders who rushed onto the vehicle were thrown into the air by the explosion.

The people around were unharmed because the car frame was so tall and imposing.

The Patriarch was horrified to discover that although he was still unharmed, the light barrier in front of him was flashing wildly.

And the eerie color did not disappear; instead, it covered his vision even more rapidly.

Is this thing polluting the ritual beneath my feet?

Then a third shot rang out.

This first brush with death instantly triggered the Patriarch's instincts.

He took off the holy emblem from his chest and held it in front of him.

Under his control, the power of the sacred symbols and rituals blocked his way.

He was confident that this time, he would be fine.