"Priest Durdafer!"
Watching the black-robed monks holding the fat priest's head and weeping, Horn felt like his brain was about to shrink.
As a priest, you should be staying in the monastery on a rainy day, sipping fermented grape juice and playing with young boys!
What exactly are you doing running around outside?
A violent dizziness struck Horn again, and he was entering a state of breathlessness, even his eyelids couldn't stop twitching.
Biting his tongue hard, Horn forced himself to stay awake; sleeping at such a crucial moment was not an option.
"It was they who killed the priest!"
"By Miseria! Hurry up and catch them, otherwise the Church will surely blame us."
Someone among the refugees shouted, but Red-bearded Tang Li and these Secret Faction members hesitated to make a move.
If a Secret Faction leader protected by a witch died at their hands, even nine lives wouldn't save them.
The Secret Faction is extremely ruthless to traitors.
