The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 57 - 41: The Knight’s Wandering (4)

Chapter 57: Chapter 41: The Knight’s Wandering (4)

At this moment, just tens of kilometers away, while Yilin was facing a life-and-death situation, the castle of White City remained silent and peaceful.

Of course, it might not be very peaceful.

The guards were still tirelessly patrolling the walls, carefully inspecting at the castle gate, so bored they were starting to yawn.

On the other hand, two groups of people had already started taking action.

Inside the castle, a fat figure clad in white clothes, carrying a bundle, was sneakily observing the movements of the guards, shuffling back and forth, attempting to get out of the castle.

Outside the castle walls, there was a group of unidentified mercenaries huddled in a corner, repeatedly throwing grappling hooks at the wall, but each attempt was followed by a "clink" as the hooks fell back down.

"Did you hear anything?" one guard on the wall asked another.

"Seems like, but maybe not." the other guard replied.

"What do you mean, seems like but maybe not?"

"I mean, probably not."

The two guards stood side by side on the wall, but their gazes were fixed inward. After all, their main task was to keep an eye on Gray and prevent him from sneaking out of the castle. As for outside the walls...

Would anyone attack the castle at this time? Probably not, they thought.

"What should we do? The rope is too short. How about you just walk through the main gate? Like last time. I heard they confined Baron Gray. If they see you in armor at the gate, they’ll definitely let you in."

"Oh, great idea. The real deal is inside, and you want me to just walk in through the main gate? Are you trying to get me killed faster?" the guy in armor sneered.

Yes, among the mercenaries hiding outside the castle walls was the fake Gray who had kidnapped Yilin, still wearing armor identical to Gray’s.

As for the real Gray, he was standing in front of the church, looking up at the bell tower.

It was late at night, and the whole church was pitch dark, not a single light was on.

The wind gently rustled, swaying the two large trees in front of the church, making rustling sounds. This was the only sound in the surroundings at that moment.

"Should I go in?" Gray asked.

"You need to make sure the Priest is in first," Black Cat replied expressionlessly.

"Would the Priest not be in?"

"At the very least, he should be asleep. Look at the time, can’t you wait until the morning?"

"I’m afraid I won’t make it until morning, *I feel suffocated. It’s really uncomfortable. I urgently need his guidance. But can he truly guide me?*"

"*Though I also wish you’d pull yourself together quickly, are you sure the Lich even breathes?*"

"It’s just a metaphor! A metaphor! Can’t I even use a metaphor?"

"Alright, then act quickly! Drag the Priest out of bed and see what he can do!"

"Okay!"

Gray slowly lifted his leg, just as he was about to take his first step toward the church, a voice suddenly came.

"Baron Gray! Have you seen a suspicious person trying to leave the city?"

A group of guards holding torches hurriedly ran up to Gray.

"I’m not trying to leave the city!"

"We know you’re not trying to leave. We’re asking if you have seen any suspicious figures."

"I’m not suspicious!" Gray shouted loudly.

The guards had no choice but to quickly salute Gray and then leave.

Gray was once again left alone in front of the church.

"*They suspect me, they think I’m trying to sneak out of the city...*"

"*Oh my god, I hate sentimental Liches, really,*" Black Cat rolled its eyes helplessly, "How did you figure they suspect you of wanting to leave the city?"

"Isn’t it obvious? I’m the only one in the entire castle who wants to leave. At least that’s what they think. So, when they say such things, they’re definitely implying that I shouldn’t make any rash moves. That must be it! I’m not going to the church!"

With that, Gray turned around to leave.

"Stop!" Black Cat exclaimed hastily, "You used to be so single-minded, never overthinking. Now you’re overcomplicating things. I can’t take it anymore... Haven’t you considered that there might be someone else in the city who wants to leave? With so many people, there’s bound to be at least one, right?"

"Impossible, it’s just me."

"Maybe there really is another." Black Cat hadn’t finished speaking when a "thud" came from not far away, as if something had fallen from a tree.

Turning around, Gray saw a fat man lying on the ground with his bundle scattered everywhere. After a few muffled groans, he scrambled to his feet, hastily gathering his things.

"Mr. Priest?"

Yes, it was the Priest from the Beisher Family’s private chapel.

He looked up in fright, staring blankly at Gray.

"Priest..."

"Shh!"

The Priest quickly got up, grabbed Gray’s hand, and pulled him into the church.

The church door was unlocked, and they easily slipped inside. Blocking Gray behind him, the Priest cautiously peeked outside through the door crack.

The guards had hurried back.

"There was a noise just now, it should be here!"

"Baron Gray was just here, could it be him?"

"Probably not."

"Hey, there’s something on the ground?"

"Looks like it’s the Priest’s."

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a knock at the door.

"Mr. Priest, are you in? Could you please open the door?"

The Priest turned around, shushed Gray again, then straightened his clothes and opened the door a crack.

The light from the torch in the guard’s hand shone through the crack, illuminating the Priest’s face.

"Mr. Priest, are these things yours? We found them outside, scattered everywhere."

"Oh! Yes, they’re mine! So sorry, I was organizing things on the second floor and accidentally dropped them! Thank you!"

"Dropping them all at once?"

"Uh... maybe twice? Anyway, thank you!" the Priest snatched the belongings and slammed the door shut, then leaned against it, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Priest..."

"Baron Gray, you’re a devout knight, you wouldn’t betray a Priest who is a servant of God, would you?" the Priest said, spreading his hands as he walked past Gray.

"See, another one," Black Cat whispered.

...

Jones stood in the pitch-black living room, looking expressionlessly out the window.

Red moonlight filtered through the glass, casting an eerie glow on his face.

...

After much effort, the mercenaries outside the wall finally managed to hook a grappling hook onto the castle wall and began slowly climbing up.

"Slow down! Be careful! There are many guards in there! If we’re discovered, we’re done! Especially being caught after climbing up, that’s worse; there’ll be no way to escape!"

"So whose bright idea was it to take this job anyway?"

...

With Gray in tow, the Priest led him to the small, cluttered living room inside the church, placed the items on the table, and lit an oil lamp.

"Have a seat, Baron Gray."

Gray sat down on the sofa in a daze, curiously looking around.

The Priest poured a cup of water and placed it in front of Gray, then poured one for himself and drank it.

"So, Priest, were you trying to sneak out of the castle just now?"

"Pfft!" The Priest spat out his water, blinked at Gray, wiped his mouth, and awkwardly laughed, "Um... can we change the topic? I noticed you standing in front of the church for a long time. Were you here to pray? Or do you need to confess?"

"I came for your guidance," Gray said.

"Oh, really? You need guidance? I think your faith might be stronger than mine. But I’ll try my best," the Priest took a deep breath and sat across from Gray, "Please, go ahead."

"I’m confused."

"In what way?"

"About knightly virtues."

"Hmm, and then?"

"I used to believe in them wholeheartedly, but lately, I don’t know if I should continue to believe in them."

"Specifically?" the Priest rolled his eyes.

"Well... Yilin is struggling now. Every day in the castle, I hear news about her. I have an oath with her; I feel I should help her. But she wants me to stay in the castle, not to go anywhere. That’s part of the oath too. I don’t know what to do. No matter what I do, it seems to violate the oath."

"Oh."

"Also, I want to help everyone who asks for my help. But I’m not sure if it’s true help. I strictly follow the knightly vow, but... *I seem to mess everything up. Things aren’t as I imagined. I should understand everyone’s thoughts, but I can’t fully comprehend them, and they don’t trust me. And what’s worse, the knightly vow doesn’t seem to be as it’s written. This makes me confused, lost, and in pain. I don’t even know what to do. Everything seems possible, yet everything seems wrong.*"

"Hmm... Anything else?"

"No."

The Priest furrowed his brow and thought for a while, then said, "Let me guess, you try to be a great knight and want everyone to see you as one, right?"

"Yes," Gray nodded.

"Here’s the problem. Listen, there’s no one in the world who can be accepted by everyone, not even the Holy Spirit. Yes, you heard me right. The Holy Spirit cannot either. I’ve met a lot of people, they claim to believe in the Holy Spirit, pray for its blessing. But deep down, the Holy Spirit means nothing to them. I used to hold a Bible every day, but after holding it for a long time, I felt maybe not a single word in it was true. But this isn’t about doubt in faith, it’s doubt in life. Because you can’t see ’truth.’"

"What is ’truth’?"

The Priest lightly tapped his chest, smiling, "The ’truth’ is your own heart."

Gray was stunned, staring blankly at the Priest.

"Amazing, this charlatan is indeed a professional," Black Cat sighed with a smile.