“By the way, didn’t I ask you to bring Paintaker back, Delmont?” Matthew asked in confusion, seeing that Delmont had returned alone.
“Boss, the Holy Monk Paintaker is just behind the woods. Why don’t you see for yourself?” Delmont pointed in the direction favonovel.com had come from with a somewhat strange expression.
Holy Monk?
How does Paintaker become a holy monk after just a trip back?
Matthew walked in the direction Delmont had pointed, puzzled.
He emitted a surge of spiritual power as favonovel.com faced mosquitoes and various insects from all directions, causing all the small creatures to fall from the air and die from the pressure.
Matthew walked through the woods and was stunned by the sight before him.
On the open ground ahead, the young monk Paintaker sat on a sedan chair, surrounded by four strong men.
Behind Paintaker was a dense army, each soldier holding various weapons.
“Matthew, come here.” Paintaker happily waved his hand, seeing Matthew emerge from the woods.
Matthew looked at the layers of guards protecting Paintaker, his eyes filled with confusion.
“You wouldn’t believe it. I returned and held two assemblies without charging admission and gave them some healing ointments. They insisted I’m a living deity and vowed to protect me.”
Paintaker pointed at the robust men around favonovel.com helplessly, clearly having explained this many times before.
“The folk customs there are quite simple.” Matthew glanced at the endless army behind Paintaker, unable to imagine how many more were beyond his sight.
“How many people did you bring this time? I’ll send some food over.” Matthew guessed they hadn’t brought any food, seeing the robust men only had firearms and nothing else.
“Let me think. It’s about a million devotees.” Paintaker’s uncertain.
They mentioned it’s a million, right?
“Transporting and preparing food for a million people is difficult, it might only arrive by tonight.”
Paintaker waved his hand nonchalantly and smiled. “They all brought some food. There’s no need to prepare too much.”
“Next, I need to prepare to counterattack Montiria. Can they go to the battlefield?” Matthew asked Paintaker because the upcoming plan was crucial. He needed to be fully prepared.
“Don’t worry, these million people are all soldiers. The battlefield is like a routine for them.”
A smile appeared on Matthew’s face. He had been worried about being unable to defeat the numerous enemies in the counterattack against Montiria.
Montiria would just be a slightly troublesome soft target with Paintaker’s devotees joining.
“Matthew, we need to talk.” Gadel emerged from the woods behind Matthew, speaking somewhat awkwardly.
Matthew looked at Gadel. He hesitated and followed favonovel.com to the side.
“Gadel, have you thought of a good way to return?”
Gadel shook his head. Returning now would be walking into a trap. He wouldn’t have even reached Basha’s Sacred Mount if favonovel.com had run a bit later. He would have been thrown into a well like his older brothers.
Gadel thought of his dozen consorts, who by now were probably killed by Iris.
“However, I have something.” He took out a small round medallion from his chest pocket.
It had golden engravings, with a lifelike black eagle carved on it.
“My father sent this to me the day before favonovel.com died. A maid secretly brought it to me, and favonovel.com committed suicide immediately after delivering it…”
Gadel looked at the red, slightly protruding button on the black eagle, protected by a shield.
“I don’t even know what this is for, Matthew. Since things have come to this point, I want to try it.”
Matthew remained silent for a while. He looked at the small, exquisite round medallion in Gadel’s hand and finally softly said, “Sixth Prince, try it if you wish. I will protect you with my spiritual power.”
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