As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime Chapter 61
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St. Servant Central Square.
A pure white angel statue stood in the center.
Around her, the gorgeous fountain that was illuminated by the sunlight was releasing dazzling colors to its heart's content.
And under this beautiful scene, two people dressed in orthodoxy clothing were facing a sewer entrance with a contemplative look on their faces.
"I'll go and call a Holy Knight over!"
With these words, Saintess Ace hurriedly ran in the direction of the Holy Church, afraid that Monn would call out to her and ask her to go on a not-so-good 'adventure.'
Monn looked at Ace's flustered back and shook his head.
"There's still room for improvement in the thinking of the Orthodox Church's Saintess!"
Monn waited near the angel fountain for a while.
Then, he saw Ace walking over with two paladins.
Their faces were filled with an honored smile.
It was as if it was a great honor to work for the Saintess.
Until they saw Monn pointing at the manhole cover of the sewer, and their smiles froze.
"If you're here, then go down. Time waits for no one. It's almost time for me to get off work."
Monn announced the fate of the two paladins in a flat tone.
Sal and Munch looked at each other and saw the helplessness and bitterness in each other's eyes.
Well, since they were already here, they couldn't back down, right.
Besides, it was impossible for the Saintess and Monn to do such dirty work.
The two exchanged glances.
Because of that small bet he lost earlier, the skinny Munch stood up helplessly.
He dragged the heavy knight armor on his body on- the ground.
His casual clothes were exposed.
The muscles on his arms bulged and he lifted the knight on the ground lightly.
He looked at the pitch-black hole with a firm gaze and leaped.
Tap!
The sound of stepping on water could be heard from below.
Munch nodded in satisfaction. As expected of a Holy Knight of the Orthodox Church who had a dedication to the cause. He was much stronger than some holy maiden.
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Ace stared at Monn who didn't know what to think anymore, as if she could feel the arrangement in Monn's heart.
Underground tunnel.
Munch stepped on the underground water that smelled like a sewer.
A holy light was released from his hand.
This was the light spell.
True to its name, its function was to illuminate.
He followed the light all the way forward.
Until he came to what seemed to be the end of the road.
The paladin finally noticed something.
His eyes narrowed and he stared straight ahead.
The place that should have been sealed with concrete now looked as if it had been smashed by something.
The wet soil was exposed.
And in the middle of the soil was a passage that could allow two people to pass at the same time.
He was shocked and dared to walk forward.
However, this passage seemed to have no end.
He began to use his black-gold level energy to speed up his steps.
In the central square of St. Servant, near the Angel Fountain.
Monn and Ace were sitting on a bench nearby, doing nothing.
The paladin beside them stood stiffly.
Finally, a hand suddenly reached out from the sewer entrance.
Munch jumped up from below.
Ace hurried over and asked, "Did you find anything?"
Munch nodded solemnly. "The underground passage below has been opened by werewolves."
"When I reached the end, I found that I was already near the Suva Mountains, and there were werewolves everywhere at the entrance of the cave!"
Ace's expression immediately turned grim when she heard that.
The entire tunnel had been opened up by the werewolves. If they did'nt notice that the werewolves had suddenly launched an attack, the entire Saint Servant would have endured a huge impact!
Monn also knew the seriousness of the matter. He immediately said, "Sal, go and inform Pope Andrew. Munch will bring us to check out the specific situation."
Sal nodded and ran quickly in the direction of the Holy Church.
Munch and the other two came to the entrance of the underground passage.
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Munch jumped down first and then looked at Monn and the Saintess, who was hesitating, with a strange look on his face.
Didn't they say that they were going to check out the situation?
Why didn't they come down?
Of course, Munch only dared to ask the questions in his heart.
These two were not people he could afford to offend.
Munch looked at the pitch-black entrance of the cave and was silent for a while.
He suddenly thought of his own space walk.
He condensed his holy power into a pure white crystal.
This was also a sudden inspiration for him.
By making his holy power into a movable space coordinate, Monn could sense this coordinate through space walk.
When Munch sent this coordinate over, Monn could naturally travel through space and reach his side.
He shook the crystal in his hand, ignoring Ace's curious gaze.
He tossed the crystal to Munch and said calmly, "Take this crystal to the werewolf stronghold. I'll go there myself when you arrive."
Munch caught the crystal in a panic, feeling puzzled.
He didn't know why he had to bring this little thing.
But he didn't ask further.
As a Holy Knight, he just had to do as the cardinal instructed.
He nodded solemnly and put the white crystal into his pocket. Then, he walked straight towards the place he had found previously.
Monn nodded. Finally, he did not have to go into the sewer.
At this moment, Ace walked over and patted his shoulder. She asked curiously, "Didn't you say you were going to check out the situation?"
She was puzzled. She didn't know why they didn't follow him.
At this moment, Monn thought of Ace's existence.
He said calmly, "Why are you still here?"
Ace: "? ?"
Where else could I go if you were here?
Monn continued, "Why aren't you following Munch?"
As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the sewer.
Ace looked at the sewer and asked, "What about you?"
"When Munch gets there, I'll naturally have a way to get there."
Monn said matter-of-factly.
"Then I'll wait for you to go, and I'll go with you."
Ace placed her hands on her hips, looking like she was determined to follow Monn.
She always felt that Monn had some way to get there without going through the sewer.
But this guy just deliberately didn't want to bring her along.
Seeing that Ace was so determined, Monn didn't say anything else.
Anyway, the introduction of the space walk mentioned that he could take people through space, but Monn hadn't tried it yet.
It just so happened that he used the Saintess as a lab rat today.
Ace shivered, feeling that Monn had bad thoughts about her.
In the underground tunnel.
Monn brought the mission to the exit.
He stayed quietly for a while and noticed that there were no footsteps on the ground.
Only then did he quietly reveal his head.
He observed his surroundings for a while, but did not see Meng En and the Saintess.
Only then did he begin to secretly become anxious.
"Why aren't Cardinal Monn and Her Highness the Saintess here yet?"
At this moment, Munch suddenly felt a pat on his shoulder.
He shuddered on the spot, and his entire body broke out in cold sweat.
He thought that he had been discovered by the werewolves.
He gritted his teeth and instantly threw a fist with holy light.
With his black gold rank strength, even if this punch was useless at first, he still wanted to struggle.
At least when he said it out loud, he could brag that he had unfortunately died in a heroic battle with the werewolves.
However, he did not expect that his fist would be easily blocked by a fair and slender hand.
At this moment, his heart was filled with despair.
However, a calm voice suddenly sounded, brightening his mood instantly.
"What, you want to murder the Cardinal?"
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