“Anahad.”

Due to the hot climate of the Holy Land, knowing that wearing a tattered bear skin cloak would attract attention, Anahad deliberately wore only a linen shirt and turned his head upon hearing the call.

“My Lord, you have returned.”

He bowed his head humbly.

The demon hunter, formerly cold-tempered and as stubborn as a stinking stone in an outhouse, felt that Losa’s demeanor today was even more terrifying than when he last saw him.

If he had to describe it, to his senses, Losa seemed like a demon dragon entrenched within a fire prison, with black demon fire spewing from the gaps between his nostrils and scales.

A sense of awe compelled him to worship.

“Who would have thought that the revered hero of the Holy Land is actually a warlock specializing in dark magic.”

Anahad felt a twinge of emotion.

He was convinced that Losa practiced dark magic and was a very powerful sorcerer, otherwise, he couldn’t possess such a presence.

He began to question whether cooperating with this wizard lord was the right choice.

Losa led his steed and casually asked, “Have you not found your fellow yet?”

Anahad shook his head.

“Are you sure he’s truly in Jerusalem?”

Losa frowned, having asked Anahad this many times already.

Each time he appeared certain but never explained his reasoning.

“I’m absolutely certain.”

“Give me a reason.”

Losa said in a deep voice, “Demon hunter, I hope you won’t try to deceive me; the consequences would be serious.”

Anahad lowered his head, his scalp, hairline, and spine emitting a fine sweat.

The pressure Losa exerted was more terrifying than the strongest demon he had encountered.

“I dare not deceive you, but I truly cannot speak of it.”

Losa inquired, “Is it related to the Temple Mount?”

“These days, I’ve noticed you lingering near the Temple Mount. Anahad, what makes you so certain your fellow demon hunter is active near here?”

Anahad paused, speaking softly: “If you must know, I hope you won’t blame me.”

“You have to tell me first.”

Anahad hesitated and then quietly replied:

“My fellow wants to rely on the holy relics of Jerusalem to suppress the demon’s power, thereby ensuring the success of his demon containment ritual. You know that in Gaul, Albion, Germania, witches guard them, making theft very difficult.”

“Only in Jerusalem, here there are more holy relics, and there’s no word of witches serving the king—of course, this is proven utterly wrong.”

Anahad glanced at Losa and the two women behind him, silently adding in his mind: Not only is there a witch but a powerful wizard lord.

Losa mused, “Holy relics—so your fellow’s target is the True Cross fragment hidden in Jerusalem?”

“Not necessarily… Holy Prepuce, True Cross fragment, missing Holy Spear, anything goes.”

Anahad whispered, “You know, with the Holy Prepuce alone, more than a dozen churches claim to possess it, even the Pope couldn’t discern which is the real holy relic.”

“No wonder you are reluctant to be upfront; you certainly are bold trying to make a move on holy relics.”

Losa’s voice chilled: “But Anahad, why are you so sure your fellow won’t succeed?”

It seemed like a complete breakthrough of the psychological barrier; Anahad no longer hesitated and spoke frankly: “Lord Losa, if holy relics truly exist, they must have a spirit and won’t be touched by those with evil intentions.”

“What you say makes sense, yet your fellow doesn’t understand what you know?”

Anahad gritted his teeth and said, “My Lord, my fellow has been enchanted by a demon. He firmly believes that he is a devout believer on the path of righteousness.”

“He thinks power is neutral, much like a butcher’s knife isn’t inherently good or evil. It can slay evil and uphold justice, or slaughter the weak—in his eyes, he undoubtedly sees himself as a righteous character.”

Losa was silent.

Furinjira whistled, somewhat flirtatiously saying, “My Lord, these words sound familiar.”

Losa had also mentioned similar words during his first conversation with Urding.

But in reality, power does distinguish between good and evil.

A human turned werewolf, his mind subtly changing. Perhaps initially able to maintain reason, but with more humans consumed, he’d eventually lose control and become a beast.

Like Abelardo, if not killed by Losa, would surely have become a man-eating evil beast.

The system-produced followers didn’t seem affected due to his presence.

“Anahad, I think you’ll have a higher chance of catching your fellow outside the Holy Sepulchre Cathedral, as it houses the Holy Shroud Stone and True Cross fragment. The Holy Hall of the Lord on Temple Mount was originally a Fire Worship temple, only converted to a church during the first Crusade.”

Not just the Holy Hall of the Lord, almost all dome churches in Jerusalem were converted from Fire Worship temples.

Anahad paused, apologizing: “Sorry, My Lord, I didn’t know these facts—in truth, I’m not a believer.”

Losa smiled: “It’s understandable, Anahad. The East Slavs have only started converting to the true faith in the last two hundred years, and along the Baltic Sea, many still uphold polytheism. It’s nothing to fuss about.”

“Prepare yourself, your fellow disciple will likely arrive tonight—see, if you had clarified earlier, we wouldn’t have wasted so much time. Hopefully, he hasn’t succeeded yet.”

Losa flipped onto his mount on the flat road at the mountain’s foot: “Anahad, we’re now in the same boat. I hope you can be more forthright and not keep things hidden.”

Anahad bowed his head, hesitated for a moment, and then said: “The seal item my fellow disciple holds contains a demon named Eliza, an Abyss Lord representing lust. If it breaks the seal—what I mean is, if it does break the seal, please make sure to deal with it swiftly.”

“When the seal is first broken, the demon is at its weakest. If it escapes, once this vengeful demon recovers, it will surely unleash a mad vengeance upon us.”

“Don’t worry, this isn’t my first time dealing with a demon.”

Losa glanced at Anahad, his face relaxed, but a heavy sense emerged in his heart.

Last time dealing with a demon, Jeanne was there—with her Holy Spear absent, Losa felt a bit uneasy.

But the situation was urgent, and there was no time to wait for Jeanne’s return.

Wait…

Losa suddenly realized something; the Holy Spear seemed to be Jeanne’s talent, not a skill, huh.

Does that mean he can also share it?

Losa tried to make a choice.

…

Upon arriving at the Holy Sepulchre Cathedral.

Archbishop William was personally preaching to a group of nobles on pilgrimage.

Losa waited for a moment at the side, and Archbishop William came over to him with a somewhat helpless expression.

“What is it that you need my help with again?”

Losa shook his head with a smile: “Your Grace, I’m not here to ask for help this time, but to assist you.”

“Assist me with what?”

Archbishop William’s face was full of alertness, clearly not believing it.

Losa coughed lightly: “Someone intends to make a move on the holy relics stored in the Holy Sepulchre Church.”

“Rest assured, since that time, the guarding of the Holy Sepulchre is much stricter than before.”

Archbishop William waved his hand.

He thought when Losa brought up this matter again, it was to extort him.

“That matter?”

Losa blinked: “Your Grace, do you mean the Holy Sepulchre Cathedral has suffered a theft of holy items before?”

Archbishop William replied irritably: “So just tell me what you want me to help you with.”

Losa coughed lightly: “It’s not really help, it’s that I’ve reclaimed the Alandler Bishopric, and I feel Father Urding should be in charge of it—the poverty of the Saint Lazarus Order, we’ve all seen it, he should receive these, shouldn’t he?”

Archbishop William snorted: “You mean that Urding who uses witchcraft to win hearts—I even regret granting him the position of parish priest at Jorgelisburg at your request. Such a person should be deemed heretical.”

Losa stared at him unblinkingly.

Making Archbishop William a little creeped out.

He gritted his teeth: “Fine, this is the last time I help you, but remember, it absolutely is the last time.”

Losa smiled and said: “Your Grace, don’t feel I’m threatening you, we’re cooperating partners helping each other, just as I said before, recently, there truly will be thieves trying to steal holy relics.”

Archbishop William gave a stern-faced expulsion order: “Alright, I understand, now please leave.”

He was at a crucial moment vying for the Jerusalem Patriarch position, otherwise, he wouldn’t endure Losa’s threats.

“Although you don’t welcome me, I can’t leave, because what I said about thieves coming to steal holy relics is absolutely true, and this thief is an evil dark creature—not something ordinary people can handle.”

Losa said sincerely.

Archbishop William was silent for a while, then whispered: “You can stay in the church tower. Losa, I hope you’re not deceiving me.”

“Rest assured, if luck is on my side, I might get a new werewolf corpse today.”

Losa bowed with a smile, withdrew respectfully.

This Demon Hunter, his body contains werewolf power, after death, his corpse should be similar to a werewolf’s.

…

Losa, along with Prajna and Furinjira, spent the entire afternoon in the tower.

Captain Hog wasn’t strong enough, so Losa didn’t bring him along.

He had too many expenses now, he wouldn’t easily use the gold coins stored in the system’s Spoils Store.

Because it was the only enhancement he could provide to his retinues during battle.

“Here comes!”

Anahad suddenly whispered.

A man in a white hooded robe was lowering his head, walking slowly onto the plaza in front of the Holy Sepulchre Cathedral.

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