The torrential rain beat against his face, accompanied by the cold wind wrapping raindrops around him.
"Young Master!!"
The old butler, while driving the carriage, repeatedly turned his head to look back, only to vaguely see figures emitting Holy Light through the storm.
Curse those Paladins!!
"Those dogs of order, they will not succeed, I will never hand over the Secret Treasure to them!!"
As he roared, he lowered his head, gazing at the Secret Treasure tightly clutched in his hand. It was a small and exquisitely made bottle, entwined with two winged snakes. In his hand, this white bottle was emitting a faint Radiance.
"I am going to use the Secret Treasure!"
"What? Young Master, are you really going to do this?"
The old butler was shocked.
"This was entrusted to you for safekeeping by the Master from the Church..."
"That Master had also said that this Secret Treasure harbors infinite disasters, and the day it is opened, the world will head towards destruction!"
