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Located in the eastern part of the mainland, the central city of the Vantinom-Grella church branch, a place simply called as [Sasan Doro].

The grand and luxurious room, with finely crafted marble pillars, exuded nobility. The banners hanging from the ceiling, adorned with the sacred totem of the holy light, symbolized the miracles of the goddess Vantinom.

In the portrait, a slightly middle-aged and chubby man with a gentle smile wore the symbol of a deacon, a blue collar.

"What a fucking joke!" However, at this moment, the slightly chubby man in the portrait gnashed his teeth and threw the things on the desk to the ground with a ferocious expression.

Orlan Dorat.

One of the five high-ranking deacons in the Vantinom-Grella church branch.

"Failure, it's a fucking failure! What is the [Infiltrator] doing? How dare he claim to be the best at assassination missions? The best my ass! He can't even handle the kidnapping of a mere [Villager]?"

"Lord Deacon, that [Villager] that he faces is reported to have some strange magic that he can use in combat."

"Nonsense! That person is just a [Villager] no doubt about it! Magic, my foot!"

...To think that a mere [Villager] could make the [Infiltrator] of the [Sacrament Wardens] fail—it was unbelievable.

They were all useless! A bunch of useless people!

If he couldn't secure the source of the potion before the current bishop died, that poor priest from the countryside would become the next bishop.

Thinking about it, he really hoped that the old bishop would just drop dead right now.

Four hundred years ago, the Vantinom-Grella branch believed that the doctrine of the bishop branch had been distorted. They initiated a reformation and created a new branch, which led to a thirty-year religious war.

While the human nations on the continent were embroiled in war, the elves also took advantage of the situation and rebelled in the central region of the continent. Thus, the Bratiu Empire was born under favorable circumstances, shining brightly alongside Mahamatra, effectively dividing the influence of the two branchs.

Since then, they had been deadlocked for four hundred years.

It seemed that the goddess always favored the bishop branch in the west, where approximately every century, a hero would be born... The western countries even designated a special territory for the hero, making him the 'King of Heroes' or something...

Because the bishop branch had heroes, symbols of the goddess's favor, the Vantinom-Grella branch was always regarded as a heretical cult by them. In fact, many followers also held doubts about this new branch.

However, an opportunity had arisen.

That potion from the [Mart Chamber of Commerce], capable of healing everything... Compared to boasting about the strength of a hero, it was more like an infinite and compassionate grace.

With the current situation, as long as they could find out the source of that potion, they would have everything they wanted.

Whether it was wealth, reputation, or the position of the bishop, it would all be theirs.

But...

"You failed the mission!? Are you kidding me!" Orlan couldn't help but grab a beautifully crafted candlestick from the table and smash it towards a nearby canine female, who let out a sharp scream but couldn't resist much as the slave collar around her neck had been given commands in advance.

The [Sacrament Wardens] were an undercover organization formed by the Vantinom-Grella branch during its early days from within the bishop branch.

...It was because of their powerful abilities that they were able to successfully split off and form a new branch... But to fail on a simple task of kidnapping a [Villager] was just ridiculous!

"Tell me, how did it fail? Did it alert that hero team?"

"N-No... That, Lord Deacon, according to the reports, it was indeed the [Villager] who used some strange magic and even resisted the poison..."

"In the end, it must be a magic item, right? You guys were just too careless! What are you managers even doing!" Orlan was furious and kicked the officer who was almost kneeling on the ground.

It was almost impossible for an ordinary [Villager] to use magic to fight back against someone from the [Fighter] branch! That damn [Villager], The records of his entry and exit into the capital were undoubtedly that of a [Villager]!

"Darn it..."

At this crucial moment when the war was about to begin, only having twelve bottles of potion wouldn't be convincing enough... Perhaps he shouldn't have boasted too much during the deacons' meeting... that damn [Villager] of all people, was the only lead...

Buying those potions had cost nearly twelve thousand gold coins... Even if he were to directly absorb the [Mart Chamber of Commerce] now and take it for himself, he wouldn't be able to recover such a massive cost...

If the war couldn't be started, that would be a real headache. In order to gain more profit, he had already invested a lot of funds in stockpiling weapons... Without starting the war, he wouldn't earn anything.

"Lord Deacon... What should we do now? Perhaps those hero teams have become suspicious..."

"..." Orlan quickly turned his mind, contemplating the thought that had enabled him to win countless power struggles.

He really didn't want to spend more money... But if the personnel losses in the [Sacrament Wardens] were to increase, it would be more troublesome to use the flags available.

"Three thousand."

"Huh?"

"With three thousand gold coins, go and buy the slave named Walson from those so-called hero scraps... At the same time, deploy the [Scythe], including the [Collector].'"

"Huh... huh?"

"Tell them to act as a team for this mission, to ensure its success, send more for backup support if necessary, don't forget to tell them to act stealthily, It should be no problem for them to take the Road of Yafan."

"My Lord... Are you sure about this?! The strength of the [Scythe]..."

"Shut up! I've made my decision!" Orlan roared and kicked his subordinate out of the room.

"If they don't want to hand over that [Villager], attack immediately. Wipe out all those people in one fell swoop..." Orlan muttered with a hateful expression. "Now, little Villager, show me what you are capable of."