As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime Chapter 124 – The Black–Robed Figure Descending on The Werewolf Territory

Night, Preston.

The night wind blew on the werewolves' fur.

After a few 'Huffs',

The werewolves lowered their heads as they looked at Morris.

There was silence.

Morris looked at the scene in front of him.

Although he was annoyed that a werewolf dared to challenge his authority,

He didn't lose his temper on the spot.

He even burst out laughing.

Because he thought of the thing that Zach had requested.

Didn't Zach want me to prepare the sacrifice?

Then let them sacrifice their lives for the werewolf clan!

Morris glanced at the few werewolves who had just made a sound.

He found that they all looked familiar.

Weren't these the werewolves who followed behind Zach every day with a face full of flattery.

He could just sacrifice them. He believed that when the time came, Zach's expression would be very interesting.

“Hahaha!”

Thinking of that, Morris even laughed out loud.

He had long been unable to stand that guy whose face was full of arrogance.

This number could make him suffer a loss, but also make him happy.

The werewolves were so happy to see General Morris being mocked.

They all had strange expressions on their faces.

Did General Morris lose his mind?

Even the Paladins who heard Morris' laughter were puzzled.

They even put down the kebab in their hands and asked, “Is that the werewolves' General, Morris? What is he laughing at?”

The other Paladins shook their heads, not knowing what had happened.

One of them guessed, “Could it be that he has found a way to cross this flame?”

The Paladin's expression froze. Although he did not believe it, he still ordered, “Be more vigilant. Although it is unlikely that he found a way to cross Monn's flame, being careful wouldn't hurt.”

The other Paladins nodded.

The night quickly passed. That night, the humans slept soundly.

It had been a long time since they had such a good rest.

Ever since the arrival of the Cardinal Monn, their strength had increased to the limit.

This made them very grateful to the Cardinal Monn.

At the same time, they also worshipped the Cardinal Monn.

But the werewolves didn't feel good.

They were not able to vent their anger.

Now it was daytime again.

They sighed, as if they knew that they were going to be chased and beaten by humans again.

Fortunately, it was still early, and it wasn't time for the werewolves to go to work.

No matter how hard the Paladins rubbed their fists,

Without the blessing of the Angel's Horn, the Paladins knew that they would not be able to fight the werewolves.

They would rather crush the werewolves with absolute superiority, than just leave right now.

Wouldn't that be giving the werewolves a chance?

In Saint Servant, Monn looked at the brand new bathroom.

He nodded his head in satisfaction.

Although he had spent a lot of money, this new bathroom was really not bad.

It was much better looking than the previous one.

After all, the money was not wasted, but Monn still felt sad about spending his money.

After breakfast, he watched Alma go to school.

Monn then took out all his savings and counted them countless times.

Ace was speechless.

Yesterday, and this morning, in front of Alma, Monn was embarrassed to count.

He was afraid to deepen Alma's self-blame.

Now he could finally count properly.

Half a day later, Monn had heartache.

Trembling, he wrote down a line in his diary.

[It cost 13 pounds and 77 shillings to build the bathroom.]

After writing it down, Monn closed his diary.

He didn't want to look at the number that made his heart ache.

He tidied up the house.

Monn put on his work clothes and a red robe.

Then he took Ace to Preston.

As soon as they reached, Monn and Ace saw that the soldiers were in high spirits and in good condition.

There was a desire for beating werewolves in their eyes.

This made both of them feel a little strange.

They almost thought that the soldiers had awakened some strange hobby.

Fortunately, it was just that the soldiers had been suppressed for too long a few days ago.

This made them uncontrollably excited.

They wanted to beat the werewolves to vent their hatred.

When they saw that Monn had come, their eyes shone even brighter.

To stop their creepy eyes from staring at them,

Monn hurriedly took out the Angel's Horn.

The next moment, the same sound as yesterday came from the horn.

It was still so simple, long, and vast.

After the blessing came into effect, the soldiers woke up almost at the same time.

When Monn saw this, he pulled Elendil back.

The barrier of fire disappeared at this moment.

The werewolves on the opposite side had a feeling when they heard the horn sound from the human side.

It must be the cardinal who came.

The moment they saw the silver one-handed sword burning in the flames disappear.

The werewolves became even more convinced.

This situation made their faces change.

For a moment, their legs didn't advance nor did they move.

If they retreated,

They would certainly be criticized by the wolf general.

Even they felt very humiliated.

They had already been attacked. They were beaten by the humans and could not even resist.

They would certainly be disgraced by the wolves in their clan.

Of course, they too wouldn't feel good about it.

But if they stayed here and resisted…

The Paladin's situation yesterday…

They would not be able to, and would instead, be killed by the Paladins.

This put them in a dilemma.

However, in order not to be driven out of Preston so quickly by the humans…

Even if they had to sacrifice themselves, they wouldn't let the humans easily take Preston back!

The werewolves had a certain realization in their hearts.

A look of determination instantly appeared in a wolf's eyes.

He pounced directly at the Paladin who was the first to charge forward.

Although his momentum was fierce, he was not a match for the Paladin who had received the blessing of Monn.

He was instantly killed by the Paladin's Holy Spear!

The sounds of fighting rang out once again in Preston.

Blood splattered all over the battlefield.

The entire Preston was dyed bright red.

There were more and more corpses of werewolves on the ground. Occasionally, one or two Holy Knights in white heavy armor could be seen.

While they were fighting to their heart's content,

A man dressed in a black robe that completely covered his entire body suddenly came to the temporary garrisons of the werewolves.

He asked the werewolf guarding the gate and you to inform.

He stood at the door and waited for a while.

He also looked at the Preston Building.

The black-robed man let out an unknown laugh.

The next moment, the silver-grey-haired Zach suddenly came out to greet him.

When he saw the man at the door, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Chapter end