The Wolf’s Bride

Taken away!

Andrius was instantly furious. “If anything happens to them, you won’t live either!”

Then, he grabbed the priest’s neck.

At that critical moment

the priest’s soul almost left his body. He struggled and begged for mercy. “No! Don’t kill me! I still have something to say!”

Andrius eased his grip slightly, his face cold. “Remember, you only have one chance to speak. If what you say doesn’t satisfy me, then you shall die!”

A chilling murderous intent accompanied the icy words.

Even a mid–stage Martial Emperor like the priest could not help but lose control of his bladder, wetting his pants.

“The church members haven’t gone far. I know their route!” The priest did not dare to hide anything. “As long as you follow the route and chase them overnight, you should be able to catch up!”

Hearing this, Andrius eased his grip a bit more.

“There are three commonly used routes from the capital to the church’s

headquarters. They took the southernmost one, departing from the south gate of the capital and heading west.

“If I’m not mistaken, they should be staying overnight in Pineworth County, about 120 kilometers from the capital. They won’t make it back to the

headquarters overnight.

“There are many forests and large plains in Pineworth County, making it suitable for overnight stays. They’ll most likely be staying there tonight.”

The priest did not dare to withhold anything in order to save his life. He revealed. not just the route but also the details.

“Hmph…” Andrius snorted coldly and prepared to check the map.

“Andy!”

Just then, Noir and the Arctic Fox jumped in through the window, saying

seriously, “The commotion here was too loud. The nearby believers have started. to gather.”

Upon hearing this, Andrius could only give up on killing the priest for now.

After all, while the three of them might be able to deal with the believers, it would end up delaying their time.

Saving Margerina and Katalina was more important. They could not waste time

here.

Andrius glanced out of the window and saw a dense crowd converging toward them. He coldly instructed the priest, “Bring the three of us out.”

“Yes!”

Seeing the situation, the priest gritted his teeth and agreed.

Then, he slapped the nun, who was shivering in the corner, to death. He wiped the blood off his body, approached the window, and gazed at the crowd below.

“Amen…”

The priest looked down at the devout believers below and made the same gesture as the Arctic Fox did earlier, saying solemnly, “Why have you gathered here so late in the night?”

The believers saw that the priest was safe and could not help but exchange glances. It did not seem like a battle had occurred.

“You may all disperse. May the Lord bless you, amen,” the priest spoke again, as dignified and solemn as ever, radiating a divine light. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Amen…”

The believers also made the same gesture and then dispersed.

To avoid any incidents, Andrius and the others took the priest to the entrance of the church before finally letting him go.

Then, they quickly left through the south gate and headed west toward Pineworth. As for the priest, he was no longer worth Andrius‘ time.

An hour later, the three crossed valleys, walked through forests, and finally saw a large bonfire in the distance.

Dozens of tents were scattered around, surrounding a large central tent.

Flags were planted around, fluttering in the night wind.