That being said, Jenn certainly couldn't have actually attended the Light Ceremony as a regional bishop. First, his level was not enough, even if he went to the Holy White Tower, he could only follow the crowd to make soy sauce. The problem is that others can concentrate on making soy sauce, but Jenn cannot. He is also a regional bishop no matter how he says, and if he disappears under the name of soy sauce, then it is too easy to be suspected.

Of course, the best thing to do is to change your identity, one that no one will suspect. For Jenn, it wasn't a difficult thing to do.

"It's been a stormy lately."

Hearing the old bishop speak in front of him, a wry smile appeared on Herbert's thin, stone-like face. He put down the quill in his hand and looked at the book he was copying. Then he sighed softly, as a scribe of the holy book, Herbert always lived and worked in the Great Temple, and never left the house unless necessary. But even so, he knows that Seth has not been at peace in recent times. Even in the silence of the library, he could feel the dark tide surging outside. And as the Holy Light Festival approached, the originally calm atmosphere began to tense. A sense of impending wind and rain hung over the royal capital. Logically speaking, the Rite of Light was supposed to be a sacred ritual for believers to listen to the voice of God to purify their souls and cleanse their sins. But this time it looked completely different, and Herbert didn't know why the Sage wanted to open the Hall of Praise, which was the place of holiness and the place where the Nine Saints returned to heaven, and which had always been one of the holiest forbidden places of the Templar Order. But now, he wants to open the forbidden land. Let those believers go in and pray with them? Although it is true that the current mainland is chaotic and worrying, it will not be to this point.

I thought of the believers outside from the balcony. Herbert couldn't help but be upset. Although it was still some time before the Holy Light Festival began, believers from all over the continent had already crowded the entire royal capital. Even outside this secluded place, you can see that the streets are lined with tents set up by believers. The inn was full, and I heard that even the stables were full. And if it weren't for blocking the road and being run over by a carriage, this group of people would have even occupied the middle of the road. Some people can't even afford to live in tents, so they just wrap a blanket around them and lie on the side of the street, looking like ascetics. Eating and drinking for so many people was also a big problem, and the Templar Order prepared a free breakfast for them every day. But that's not enough. And now that prices are skyrocketing everywhere, even if the Templar has a cult offering, it will not be enough to feed and drink so many people.

"Hey..............."

Thinking of this, Herbert sighed again. What a sacred place is now as chaotic as a vegetable market. Thankfully, the rest of the Templar Order weren't stupid, and if they dared to offer to open the library for the Worshippers to come in and board, then Herbert wasn't sure if he would beat the bunch out. You must know that the books kept in this library are all books from all ages, and they are all the sacred history of the Templar Order. How can it be defiled by others?

"That's all for today."

Herbert felt a little upset at the thought of this, as the head of the Templar's Great Library, he loved this place as if it were his own child. I remembered that the bishops were debating whether to open the Great Library recently. He felt so depressed that he couldn't even copy the sacred books he had copied on a daily basis. It is only a blasphemy to continue to transcribe books in such an impetuous form. So Herbert put down the quill in his hand and took a deep breath. Look at the old bishop beside him.

"Well, it's getting late. That's all for today. ”

As he spoke, Herbert looked out the window, it was late at night, and it was dark clouds outside, and it looked like it was about to rain......... I don't know what will happen to the group of people outside, but unfortunately, this is not something I should worry about right now.

"Yes, Lord Herbert."

Hearing Herbert's words, several other old bishops and scribes also stood up and saluted him respectfully. Then they turned around and left one after another, and soon, with the sound of a heavy closing door, the already dim interior of the large library returned to its previous silence. It was only at this time that Herbert breathed a sigh of relief, and he closed the books in his hand, then sorted them out one by one, and then picked them up and walked towards the bookshelf. Every evening before resting, Herbert would put the books back in one place to make sure nothing went wrong, and today was no exception.

After putting the heavy books back in their rightful place, Herbert nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the candlestick next to him, and then prepared to leave. And at this moment, suddenly, in the depths of the library, there was a soft noise.

"Whoa."

"What sound?"

Hearing this, Herbert was stunned for a moment, and in his experience of being here for nearly a lifetime, he could tell that it was the sound of a book falling to the ground. But how is this possible? You've already sorted out all the books there, huh? How can this happen? Thinking of this, although it was a little strange, Herbert still raised the candlestick in his hand and walked in the direction of the sound.

In the silent Great Library, only the faint light emanating from the candelabra on either side was dim. It looks like a ghost movie scene from a movie. However, Herbert was not afraid of what he saw at all, this was the great library of the Holy Church, this was a place blessed and protected by the gods, and no evil or darkness would be qualified to enter it.

Holding the candlestick, Herbert soon came to the place where the sound came from, and then he immediately saw a stack of books that had been stacked on the ground next to the bookshelf and scattered on the ground for some reason, and seeing this scene, Herbert couldn't help frowning, and then he walked quickly to the stack of book money, and then squatted down to tidy it up. It was not difficult for Herbert to do such a thing, and in just three or two clicks, he sorted out the stacks of books again. In order to prevent them from falling down again, Herbert also checked several times, and after confirming that there were no problems, he stood up satisfied.

It seems that it must have been an accident before.........

"Whoa!!"

The thought had just passed through Herbert's mind, and the next moment he heard the faint sound of books falling to the ground, and Herbert hurriedly raised the candlestick, and looked towards the place where the sound had come from, only to see that in the light of the candlelight, another stack of books could be seen falling to the ground, and a small black shadow also flew by.

Mouse? How can there be rats here?

Seeing the small black shadow, Herbert only felt that the hairs on his body were about to stand on end. The Nine Saints were above, and a mouse came to the library, and he couldn't even think about what it meant. These precious bookshelves, the sacred texts that the saints once copied and handed down to future generations, are they going to become sharp tools for rats to grind their teeth? No, the rat must be caught immediately!! Damn, it must be because of those believers outside, they must have provoked rats, so it's not peaceful here. No, we can't go on like this, we have to catch that rat and get it out of here!! Thinking of this, Herbert also hurriedly chased after him, and as if he realized that he was being chased, the mouse also chirped and rushed forward along the corridor, and Herbert followed, fortunately, the mouse did not get into the pile of books as Herbert feared, or ran to something invisible, but got into the warehouse at the end of the corridor, and seeing this scene, Herbert also hurriedly walked into the warehouse, wanting to completely block the way out of the mouse. Could it be that it still has a hole in here? If that's the case, then it's too bad, and it has to be stopped immediately and the rat wiped out once and for all. Otherwise, I don't know how many books will be harmed!!

To Herbert's surprise, however, when he entered the warehouse, he found it empty, with no trace of a rat hole in the wall, and the rat was gone. If the rat did run away, then at least some traces should be left behind. But there is dust everywhere, and there are no footprints of rats in sight, so will it still not be able to fly?

What's going on here? Where did the rat go? And also...............

This was the end of Herbert's thoughts.

The long sword that emerged from the shadows pierced his throat, and the old bishop's screams were forcibly sealed in his throat, and he threw down the candlestick in his hand, and then the whole person collapsed to the ground, and the cold cold erupted from the sword, freezing it completely before the blood could flow.

Then, the figures of Jenn and Enoa came out of the dark shadows, and Jenn waved the long sword in his hand lightly, and then saw his blade disappear into the shadows again. It was only then that Jenn breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked left and right for a moment, then lowered his head and looked ahead.

"Alright, let's get to work, Enoa."

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Jenn spoke. Hearing what he said, Enoa smiled slightly, and then saw the girl bow down and look at the head of the old bishop in front of her.

"Okay, master, I'll do it now."

Then, Enoa spoke. (To be continued.) )