Knight Order Headquarters.
"Are you saying you want to apply to hunt Demons alone in the Misty Mountains?"
"Yes, please, Knight Commander, grant your approval."
"..."
The Rusted Nail Bishop squinted at the proud young man before him, frowning slightly.
He was very satisfied with Herbert.
This young man, whether in character or talent, was an excellent choice, the future core of the Mist Monastery.
The Rusted Nail Bishop had great expectations for Herbert, hoping that he could take over his position in the future.
He even thought that one day he might allow the Archbishop to retire peacefully... but he also knew that was very difficult.
Perhaps only with the emergence of a new Saint would the Archbishop be at ease.
So taking a step back, he hoped Herbert could at least allow the Guardian to lay down his duties.
These two have given too much for the monastery and have persevered for too long. It's time for them to rest.
