Lord of Glory

Chapter 86: Tony Carles

Chapter 86: Tony Carles

But what about Earl Torch, Paladin didn't want to bother worrying about it. What he cared about now was his own money trail. Obviously, Andrew and Kanarawa had thrown themselves away. And just now Paladin also very clearly saw Harvey walking among the army. He smiled maliciously at himself. So Paladin was able to confirm that if he really honestly went to the front as an accompanying priest, the six months of effort would be reduced to nothing. Therefore, first of all, you must establish your own party members.

With this in mind, Paladin put his eyes on the priests who were traveling with him. Once you think about it, these priests are all ostracized or untrusted by Andrew's priests. The enemy of an enemy is a friend. Paladin had to choose from among these priests who could be of use to him. For most of these priests were true believers in Enos. Fanatical in their beliefs. And some were suppressed because of conflicts of interest with Andrew. These people are what Paladin needs.

Watching the petals flying all over the sky, accompanied by warm cheers. This army, which roughly counted at no more than 800 people, left Edley and set out for Green Fortress. As the sun sank in the west, already hanging on the edge of the mountainside. At any moment, it may sink into darkness and usher in the era of black reign.

This army was so large that the Earl of Torch set up camp in a meadow not far away in order to avoid harassing the village. Eight hundred men brought out bread, dry bacon and wine. A cluster of campfires were lit by the soldiers. Occasionally those who had some money on them ran to the village to buy some fresh vegetables and meat and cooked a pot of gumbo(thick soup) on the campfire. The tents were erected. So that the original open meadow immediately turned into a forest of interlaced passages.

Paladin came out of his tent and immediately saw the dozen priests around the campfire not far away in a circle, eating bread and wine in their hands. Paladin took a look, took the bacon he had bought from the soldiers earlier, and walked straight to these priests.

"Hey, there's bacon here, who wants some?" Paladin tried to make his expression show kindness, directly found a seat and sat down, waving the bacon in his hand in front of these people. "Humph, Your Eminence, Auxiliary Bishop, as a priest, aren't you sorry for your position if you openly eat meat?"

Paladin raised his eyes and saw three of them showing disgust, and immediately excluded the three of them from his heart: "Don't call me Auxiliary Bishop, we all know in our hearts that Andrew sent us out, which is a disguised exclusion. I, the auxiliary bishop, is only in name only." But as soon as Paladin finished speaking, one of the priests spoke directly and sneered, "Please address Your Eminence as Bishop, Paladin. You don't know the rules at all." With that, he and several priests immediately stood up and left the campfire without saying a word.

The other priests were silent in response, but Paladin ignored the few who left and continued to laugh: "Everyone here is rejected by Andrew, that is to say, we are all friends in the same boat of common difficulties, so if you have any difficulties, just come to me." "Huh, you and Andrew have the same virtue, they are villains! We don't bother to be with you!" The remaining seven priests immediately stood up with unhappy faces and turned around and left. Immediately, only Paladin was left alone by the campfire.

But Paladin did not show any expression, just broke a piece of bread, cut off a piece of bacon and ate it by himself. But in his heart, he lamented: "All a bunch of idiots, not even one really talented person?" Just then, just when Paladin was very disappointed that these priests are not buildable talents. A young priest walking at the end suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at Paladin, and then at these fellow priests who left. Suddenly as if he had made up his mind about something, he turned back towards Paladin and sat down next to him.

"Tony, where are you doing, quickly come here Tony!" At that moment, the priests suddenly realized that the priest called Tony was not there, but turned back to see him sitting honestly next to this hateful and dirty Paladin. One of the priests who had a better relationship with him immediately called out. But what chilled them was that Tony did not say a word, nor did he pay any attention to these companions, but just sat fixedly in place, looking at the burning flames in front of him.

"Tony!" This priest still tried to call him, but the priest next to him realized Tony's decision. A look of contempt immediately appeared on his face to stop that priest and said disdainfully, "Don't call. He is going to be in the same boat as this Paladin!" "This…..Tony, you..." Tony kept quiet, still looking steadily at the flames. Those priests used vitriolic hard words on him, and with disappointment, disdainfully turned away . Representing a complete break between the two.

Paladin slightly looked at this Tony. Ordinary short brown hair, ordinary face, useless appearance. Paladin smiled vaguely, this Tony is the same as him. So Paladin handed over the bacon and the table knife in his hand and said softly, "Do you want to eat bacon?" "Thank you, Your Eminence." Tony immediately took the bacon very respectfully, cut a slice of sandwich bread and drank wine to start the late dinner.

"Your friends are gone, but why do you stay? Do you realize that just now, you lost seven or eight friends." "Yes, Your Excellency." Tony swallowed the bread in his mouth. After taking a hasty sip of wine. Then he turned his head and looked at Paladin and said very seriously: "I have lost many friends. But I have gained a bishop who can change my life. Your Eminence, in fact, my full name is Tony, Carles. My family had fallen and I had to rely on some money to become a priest. But the life of a priest is not a good one, especially for me at the bottom of the ladder. Not only do you have a ton of things to do every day, but the opportunities to actually make a profit are almost non-existent."

Speaking of this, Paladin was expressionless, but his eyes were shining. And Tony was a little disappointed and continued: "I can't do anything. I even arranged the funeral of my mother after her death. I couldn't even afford a decent coffin! Your Excellency, I heard that you are also a nobleman. And unlike me who has been a priest for three years, and you have changed from a priest to an auxiliary bishop in less than half a year! And I heard that you have a great relationship with you in the business of ironware in Nurba." Tony tried to choose nice wording, hoping not to disgust Paladin.

But Paladin's face not only did not recoil at the risqué words, but revealed a heavy smile. "Tony, Carles. You are a nobleman, just as I am. You thirst for wealth and fame, glory and position. Because you are a nobleman, you want to be worthy of the Carles name. If only you will help me."

"I will! I will do anything you want me to do!" Tony immediately lowered his voice and said eagerly. But Paladin could not yet put this man, who he had met for less than half an hour, in the list of trust. He just smiled faintly, stood up and patted the dust, said leisurely: "Come on, it's not good to talk here. Let's go into the tent and talk." Tony nodded yes, but at that moment, a middle-aged man with a beard standing on his face coming from the front, holding wine, made Paladin's eyes glaze over!