After attending this inexplicable consecration ceremony, Todd returned to the monastery, ignoring the strange looks from the monks around him, and headed straight for the monastery library.

He has a lot of questions that he needs to know the answers to immediately.

If Master Myris were still alive, he would be the best person to answer the question. But the old man's long absence left Todd with no choice but to rely on himself.

Upon reaching the second floor of the library, the monk looked at the markings on the bookshelves.

Theological theology, pastoral theology, catechumen writings, biographies, church history, map surveying...

Found it!

With a cheerful heart, Todd pulled a book from under the bookshelf, only to be met with a ghostly face behind it without any warning.

The monk trembled with fright, and the books in his hands fell to the ground.

"Kalin! What are you doing! You almost scared me to death!"

Todd patted his chest (his own, of course) with one hand and pulled the girl in a monk's robe out from behind the bookshelf with the other. The girl's pitiful act made him really unsure how to scold her.

“I was hiding in the front hall and saw everything the church did to you. I’m a little worried about you.”

Hearing her words, the monk looked at her with considerable surprise.

"What should we do now?" Seeing that no one was around, Karin combed her long black hair, which had been bound for a long time, and let it fall like a waterfall outside her robe.

The boy stood frozen in place, watching the woman's alluring movements and hearing her suggestive words.

For the past few days, although he had been in the same room with this beautiful girl, he had been busy with experiments and was completely oblivious to her beauty and presence.

Karin lowered her head, seemingly deep in thought: "Perhaps we should meet tonight..."

Todd raised an eyebrow, smiled, and nodded slightly, saying, "Yes, I also think it's a bit inconvenient to do this in broad daylight."

The girl looked out the window: "It's a new moon today, the moonlight is dim, no one will notice us."

Todd nodded like a pile driver: "That's right, that's right, that's right! On nights like this, no one will bother us. We can stroll under the moonlight and talk about life..."

“I have already scouted the church’s camp, and the defenses are riddled with holes, like a sieve in a bakery.”

"Oh, so you like going for walks at the campsite... Hmm? The church campsite?"

Hearing this, Todd felt something was amiss.

Karin pulled a gleaming silver dagger from her robes, brandishing it in the air a few times. Her face remained sweet, but her smile sent chills down one's spine: "In the latter half of the night, when everyone is fast asleep, I can sneak into the room through the chimney, slit the throats of those vicious dogs, and smear the blood all over the walls, giving the church a warning to get lost!"

Girl, your style changed too fast, I really can't keep up!

Todd was genuinely terrified this time. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were fixed, and a vein on his forehead was throbbing.

Karin, what kind of world did you live in before? The thought of blood smeared on walls is enough to send chills down your spine, let alone see it.

With one hand covering his forehead and the other quickly pinching the bridge of his nose, Todd shook his head and immediately rejected the bloody suggestion.

He placed the book on the table, pulled Karin to his side and made her sit down, and the monk patiently explained to her that no matter from the perspective of factional conflict, power struggle, or balance of power, assassination was not a good option.

After much persuasion, Todd finally managed to dissuade the other party from her idea. Only after calming down did Todd realize that he knew far too little about this girl named Karin. He knew nothing about her personality, her past, or her preferences. He had just thought that she was interested in him, which made him look ridiculous.

Setting aside his immediate concerns, Todd turned his attention to the documents in the books. After some searching, he finally found information about the Exorcist Order and Twilight Harbor.

Let's start with the Exorcism Corps.

The Exorcist's Guild was a civilian armed force directly under the administration of the Inquisition. It differed from formal military organizations like the Knights of Faith in several ways. First, it was an unofficial organization, not recorded in the Church's sacred documents. Second, the establishment and recognition of a Knights of Faith required review by the College of Cardinals of the Papal States and authorization from the Pope, while the Exorcist's Guild was much simpler, requiring only a letter of authorization from the archbishop or even a bishop of the diocese. Third, the Exorcist's Guild had a limited number of members, generally not exceeding one hundred. Finally, in terms of function, the Exorcist's Guild primarily assisted the Inquisition in conducting civilian reconnaissance and arrest operations, and did not participate in large-scale military conflicts.

After reading this introduction, Todd's face showed a mixture of laughter and tears.

At first, I thought it was some kind of great religious organization, but in the end, it turned out to be just a group of enthusiastic people who helped the church find heresies by reporting and snitching.

However, upon closer reflection, such authorization does not do me any harm; on the contrary, it brings many conveniences.

There's a saying that goes, "The most dangerous place is the safest place."

No one would have imagined that the enthusiastic people who helped the church search for heresy were actually a group of heretics.

Let's take another look at Muxi Harbor.

The earliest record of this place name in the sacred history comes from a missionary event in 375 AD.

Twelve ascetic monks set out from this coast, accompanied only by the Father's scriptures and meager belongings. Sailing in a single sail, they endured seventy-five days and nights, passing through hundreds of islands in the northern wilderness, spreading God's glory and the Lord's grace to the primitive barbarians. On their return journey, storms and scurvy meant that only one man survived and returned to Moonbrook Plains.

In the year 379 of the Christian calendar, to commemorate the great deeds of these believers, the Kingdom of Silver Ring gifted this harbor to the church.

That's how history is; now let's talk about the geographical environment.

Muxi Harbor is a natural ice-free port. Although the salinity of the seawater is not high, the seabed is deep and the volume of seawater is large enough to provide the basic conditions for the seawater not to freeze. It also has unique geographical advantages. To the north, the Falling Star Mountains shield it from the wind and rain of the Misty Sea; to the south, there are hills where lighthouses, watchtowers, and fortifications can be built; to the east, there is a flat plain, which is convenient for unloading and loading wagons; and to the west, after going out to sea, one can go around Waiheke Island and head north to the Northern Islands, and south to the Southern Kingdoms.

It boasts convenient transportation and a superior environment.

However, the Muxi Harbor today is not as bustling and prosperous as one might imagine.

For hundreds of years, it has been abandoned there, and remains a pile of rocks and gravel.

There is only one reason—pirates from the northern islands came south to plunder and attack.

The port of Muxi was too close to the northern islands, yet too far from the military centers of the church and secular kingdoms; its coastline, stretching for several kilometers, was difficult to defend; and the Silver Ring Kingdom, already possessing a stable source of income in silver, did not pay much attention to the port. This naturally led to rampant piracy, port desolation, and neglect.

Todd closed the book and pondered to himself.

The West Harbor might be a good opportunity.