Holy city. Slums.

Barton was barefoot and wearing a linen shirt full of holes, walking on the road step by step.

People were coming and going on the street, vendors were hawking their wares, coachmen were cracking their whips, and nobles were chatting and laughing with each other in their carriages.

The doors of the shops along the street opened, and bright yellow lights poured down, making everything seem like a huge dream.

The aroma of food came out and kept floating into Patton's nose.

"Gurgle." Barton couldn't help but cover his stomach.

He was very hungry, really very hungry.

Unfortunately, Patton didn't have a penny left.

“Well… Damn it.” Barton looked at the roast goose in the store and couldn’t help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips gently.

He wanted to rush in, grab the roast goose and eat it in big mouthfuls, but he couldn't and didn't dare.

Patton looked around, and finally, the glimmer in his eyes dimmed.

Everything in this city is so prosperous, but unfortunately, all this prosperity does not belong to him and has nothing to do with him.

He, Patton, was just a poor man in the slums who made a living by working hard. He was poor and hungry, but he had no other choice.

A patrolling knight saw it, strode over, had a cold face, frowned, and shouted at him loudly.

Patton showed a respectful smile on his face. He quickly bent down, ignoring the patrol knight's insults and just smiled flatteringly.

"Get out of here!" The patrol knight spat, then turned and left.

"Okay, I'll leave right away! I'll leave right away!"

Patton said with a nod.

He stood up, straightened his body, took a last deep look at the prosperous scene in front of him, then turned and walked into the slums.

The buildings in the slums are low and dilapidated, the roads are bumpy, sewage is flowing, and there is an indescribable strange smell in the air.

Compared to the outside world, this place is a completely different world.

Patton came back and took a few steps when a figure rushed over.

"Humeau?"

Barton was stunned. He knew this person. He was a good friend of his.

"Hey, Barton, come here, come here quickly, I have something good to tell you."

Humo put his hand on Patton's shoulder and laughed.

He approached Barton and said in a low voice, "Have you heard that recently a mysterious man named Noble came to our slums. He is promoting something and is even said to be teaching us some amazing skills!"

Humo's voice sounded very excited.

Noble Mystic? Great ability?

Patton was stunned. He was pulled by Humo and ran forward subconsciously.

Soon, the scene in front appeared. It was a high platform. On the platform stood a handsome man in a platinum robe. Below him, many poor people were looking at him fanatically.

If Morin was there, he would know who this man was. He was Jefferson, who had once worked with Morin and helped Morin obtain the black energy of the undead.

Jefferson is dead.

Well, so, to be more precise, the man in front of him is the wizard who took over Jefferson's body, Larin.

He showed up in the ghetto.

Larin raised his arms, his face full of enthusiasm, as if he was shouting something loudly, his voice echoing far away.

"Why do people outside have enough food and clothing? Why do those people outside enjoy a comfortable life? Why do they have a warm home, a beautiful wife, a burning fireplace, exquisite riding boots, and a fragrant roast goose?"

“Why!!”

"Why them and not us?"

"No, those things should belong to us!"

"This world is unfair. Those people live so well, but we still have to suffer from hardship and poverty. This is unfair!"

"We have to go out and take out what belongs to us!"

Larin yelled at the top of his lungs.

The people around were stunned and completely shocked.

After a brief silence, these poor people suddenly became excited.

"Yes, yes, that's right!"

"Those things outside also belong to us!"

The poor people looked fanatical and shouted with red faces.

Barton stood there in a daze.

He thought about what he had just seen in the wealthy neighborhood outside.

Clean streets, bright shops, beautiful carriages, elegantly-spoken nobles, and roast goose...

Yes, those things should also be his!

Patton swallowed his saliva. At this moment, he felt a fire rising in his heart.

"Yes, yes, that's right!"

Patton shouted, raising his fist.

There were many poor people like him. Soon, all the poor people here gathered together and shouted like crazy.

"Very good." Larin looked at this scene, nodded, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"With the Holy Lord away, the entire human race will face the attack of the powerful Black Soya half-snake people. Now is the time for us to accumulate strength and fish in troubled waters."

"I can't contact the nobles, because there are many powerful people among them, and it is really a force that is difficult to control. Then, I can only rely on these poor people."

"With the help of these ignorant fools, I can slowly accumulate strength, and then I can seize the benefits when the time comes."

"Although these poor people have no power at all, they are very fanatical and easily bewitched, so they are still very useful."

Larin looked at the poor people around him who were in a state of madness and confusion, smiling. He looked very holy and noble, but such a thought flashed through his mind.

Yes, the current situation is not easy. There are attacks from alien races outside and the Holy Lord disappears inside. Other knights and nobles also have strange thoughts.

At this time, if you want to do something, no matter who it is, you will do it.

"It's a rare opportunity, but I finally grabbed it!"

A smile slowly appeared on Larin's face.

He once again looked at the poor people around him who were going crazy, and shouted, "This is unfair!"

…………

The carriage was rumbling, and Claire was sitting in it with his eyes closed, thinking about something.

He is a knight noble of the Holy Lord. During this period of time, Morin took Gray and the others out, and only Feilin and other Holy Lord nobles were there, so he has been extremely busy recently.

Everything was fine at first, but who could have thought that something like this would happen.

The Holy Lord is missing.

The Black Soya Snakemen are about to invade in force.

The carriage suddenly stopped.

"Huh..." Claire let out a breath and planned to get off the car and go home.

But he suddenly realized something was wrong. This was not his home, but a remote aristocratic villa.

Claire didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and quietly grasped the cross sword at his waist. The energy in his body kept circulating, and he could launch a thundering attack at any time.

"Okay, Claire, come down."

A faint male voice suddenly sounded.

Claire was startled, he was very familiar with this man's voice.

He thought about it, put down the cross sword, and walked out slowly.

"Atoya."

After getting off the carriage, Claire saw the familiar figure, Atoya, his companion with whom he had fought life and death.

"Come in with me, Claire." Atoya said. He was a middle-aged man with a scar at the corner of his eye. He looked very fierce, but at this moment his face showed sincerity.

Claire thought about it, nodded, and followed Atoya into the noble villa in front of them.

There were many people in the villa, and Claire knew them. Like him, these people were all knights and nobles of the Holy Lord's sect.

Someone recognized Claire, nodded at him, and said, "Okay, now that most people have arrived, let's talk about our next plan."

"Yeah, it's time to think about doing other things."

As they spoke, Claire was shocked to find that these Holy Lord knights and nobles in front of him actually wanted to seize the position that belonged to the Holy Lord.

No, that's not the case. To be more precise, the knights here are the knights who were previously loyal to the Saint, and the ambitious knights among the Lord's Faction.

"No, no, you guys..."

Claire's face flushed, he gasped, and stood up all of a sudden.

"Claire, you can't deny that this is indeed an opportunity, right?" Atoya looked at Claire quietly.

Chance……

Holy Lord...

Knight nobles...

Claire's body trembled instantly as if he had received an electric shock.

After a long time, Claire opened his eyes again.

I must be crazy...

He thought.

"Many of your things are not very reliable, but I am different. I am in the Holy Palace and I know a lot of things very well. Okay, let me tell you."

Claire sat back in his chair. He thought for a moment, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Next, let's do this..."