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Chapter 1099 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (87)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (87)

Alpha and others are in trouble.

This predicament stemmed not from anything else, but from their recent discovery of traces of a dragon.

Upon discovering the dragon's tracks, they immediately contacted the temple and relayed the news. Not only did the Temple of Light learn of it, but His Majesty the King also received the information immediately.

His Majesty was overjoyed and issued new orders through the communicator in the hands of the Sarah Mandy Company—the entire team needed to find the dragon as quickly as possible and kill it.

This order, though seemingly logical, actually presents many other problems.

For example, the temples that were originally supposed to be partners with them have now had their relationship clashed and rapidly deteriorated due to the plague magic.

News of the discovery of the dragon's tracks reached not only His Majesty the King but also the Pope.

The Pope immediately issued an order to Bishop Iphis, who was still in the town. Although Alpha and the others were unaware of the details, the order Iphis received was very clear: His Holiness the Pope believed that this almost legendary dragon should not fall into the hands of the kingdom, but should become the property of the temple.

"The will of the God of Light is above all else. Such a legend should be dedicated to my Lord, not fall into the hands of the incompetent people of the kingdom, who will only turn such a fantastical legend into some useless decorations."

The Pope's voice was solemn and dignified. Iphis lowered her head. "I understand, Your Majesty, but my personal strength is too weak. I need more support from the Knights. In addition, I think it will not be easy to defeat the dragon. I would like to request Your Majesty to use the Holy Relic."

"Holy weapon?"

The solemn voice rose slightly, and a probing gaze, even across the magical distance, clearly landed on Iphis, forcing him to press down even lower with immense pressure.

"Do you think you can't complete the task alone?"

His Holiness the Pope's tone softened, clearly indicating his dissatisfaction with Iphis's statement.

Iphis cursed inwardly. He couldn't believe that the old man didn't know that if a fantasy dragon race really appeared, they would have no chance of defeating it, let alone capturing it and sending it back to the temple alive.

Moreover, his enemies are not just the dragons. The royal family, which also covets the dragons, is the real troublesome one. If he has no people or sacred artifacts, how can he fight against the royal family?

“Your Holiness the Pope, I believe that my Lord is all-knowing and all-powerful. Since my Lord has proposed this possibility, I believe that this matter can certainly be accomplished. However, with my current strength, I am clearly unable to complete this task independently. I believe this is a revelation given to me by my Lord, and I must be fully prepared in order to fulfill my Lord’s divine decree.”

He kept his head down, his shrewd eyes darting around.

It's impossible for the Pope to make him risk his life just by asking. With so many bishops in the temple, why should he work so hard?

Besides, it would be a waste not to seize such a good opportunity and get something out of the temple. That old geezer Pope keeps a tight grip on the temple's treasury, but he still knows about the sacred artifact Iphis.

The other side remained silent, clearly indicating that the Pope was pondering this difficult problem.

After a long while, he finally let out a soft sigh, looking compassionate and sympathetic.

“My Lord is indeed omniscient and omnipotent. I will have a team of paladins deliver the holy artifact to you. They will cooperate with you to fulfill my Lord’s divine decree, Ephesus.”

"Thank you, my Lord, I will surely fulfill your divine decree and bring the dream back to the temple."

"The Lord and I will be waiting for your good news in the temple."

After the call ended and the mirror-like image disappeared, only the broken, one-time-use magic item remained on the ground.

Ephesus called someone over to clean up, and then began to think about what she should do.

Traveling is usually a very boring thing, but ever since Song Ning started practicing swordsmanship and Lans has been practicing with him, the journey seems to have shortened a lot in an instant, and every day has become exceptionally fulfilling.

Not only that, because sword practice always gets people's blood pumping, even if they are already lovers, one of them will inevitably lose control and pounce on the other, and then their practice will go from sparring to swaying and rocking on the carriage.

Several times, Song Ning wondered whether they had practiced longer on flat ground or on the carriage.

However, these thoughts are often quickly forgotten due to stimulation; his mind is only focused on the person in front of him, and he has no interest in anything else.

However, despite his playfulness, Song Ning's progress on the journey became much faster each day after he cheered himself up. What was originally a five-day journey was completed in less than three days.

When Song Ning stepped off the carriage, her leg almost gave way and she knelt down.

"Be careful."

Lance scooped the person into his arms, making sure he didn't fall to the ground.

Song Ning was about to say "thank you" when the memory in his mind immediately reminded him that this guy was the culprit who made his legs go weak, so he just let out a cold snort.

Lance, bewildered, let go of Song Ning once he regained his balance, but his gaze remained fixed on Song Ning.

Noticing that gaze, Song Ning's mood inexplicably improved a lot.

He stomped his foot, clasped his hands together, and stretched, saying, "My bones are about to melt, but we've finally arrived."

He's practiced his greatsword for so long, it's time he saw blood.

The carriage was put away outside the city, and the horses were simply released, since they weren't short of money now.

The two originally planned to dress as master and servant, but Song Ning thought about it and felt it was inappropriate.

Whose master-servant relationship is so ambiguous?

After some deliberation, the two decided to use a simple, vulgar language.

Lance instantly transformed into a tall and imposing swordsman, with a finely crafted greatsword hanging at his waist; Song Ning, on the other hand, took out a staff inlaid with a water-based magic stone from the treasures contributed by the Alliance, put on a robe, raised his chin, and with his fair skin that he had cultivated during this period and his feigned arrogant demeanor, he looked every bit the mage.

Just as their intelligence had indicated, the checkpoints were bustling with activity as the knights of the Church of Light were openly searching for suspicious individuals.

However, it was obvious that Song Ning's portrayal of the arrogant magician was very convincing. He raised his chin high, held his staff, and urged him on, and was immediately allowed to pass.

Song Ning gripped the staff, tilted her head, and gave Lance a smug smile.

See? He said that compared to the master-servant relationship Lance described, it was easier for him, a proud mage, and his swordsman follower to be allowed to pass.

Lance smiled back with a hint of indulgence, but a trace of regret was hard to hide deep in his eyes.

It's such a pity; those gorgeous and exquisite aristocratic clothes he specially prepared in advance would have looked exceptionally good on his little prince.