Bishop Icot was originally happily brewing some newly bought Qilan tea when his nephew suddenly burst through the door, startling him and causing him to spill quite a bit of the tea leaves.
His heart aching, he quickly took out a small brush and swept even the wood shavings on the table into the cup.
Boiling water poured in—crackle—a rich, mellow fragrance assailed the nostrils, full of an upper-class flavor, and the smell of gold.
“Uncle! Uncle! Say something!” Wen Sen grew more and more anxious.
Icot suddenly turned stern, slamming the table heavily.
“What uncle? What’s with the familiarity? Address me by my title during work hours!”
“Unc… Lord Bishop! Please give me some advice!” Wen Sen said with a mournful face.
“Calm down.”
Icot sighed.
He took a small sip of Qilan tea, the refreshing clarity penetrating his brain, making him smack his lips in pleasure.
After savoring it, he glanced at his disappointing nephew and said crossly:
“Use that pig brain of yours. If it really were a Cross-river Dragon, wouldn’t I have notified you in advance?”
“Oh… I… right.”
Wen Sen finally calmed down.
A man in his thirties or forties, yet still like a child, he happily slapped his forehead.
“I checked, he’s an outsider. So what’s his background? Why did you bring him here?” he asked curiously.
“He has quite a bit of money and good skills, probably a strong mercenary from that area.”
Icot said cheerfully.
“Probably tired of living on the edge, looking for a good position and a peaceful life for the rest of his days.”
After speaking, he shot Wen Sen a helpless look and warned:
“As for you, save me some worry from now on. Don’t go offending people at the drop of a hat. Those troublemakers who cause problems for you—get rid of them early. Don’t leave stains on yourself.”
Wen Sen smiled bitterly.
“Uncle, I don’t want to cause trouble either. But you know I can’t help it. My Divine Arts are only half-baked, and my physical ability is just so-so. Without using such methods, I can’t suppress them.”
“Then study properly!”
Icot fumed, his anger flaring up at the mention of this matter.
“Uncle, Divine Arts are too hard.”
Wen Sen said miserably.
“I really can’t learn them. You know I’m not smart, and the Goddess doesn’t favor me.”
“If you just took out half the time you spend messing around with women every day, you’d have learned those Divine Arts long ago!”
“Sigh… Life has already exhausted me to the point of breathlessness. If I can’t enjoy some small love and affection, I’m afraid I’ll degenerate into a Black Knight.”
“Someone like you—the Demon Realm wouldn’t even want you!”
Icot tapped the table with his finger, growing more and more irritated inside.
Having vented enough anger, he finally calmed down, both amused and weary.
“Your mother left you to me, and she really left a scourge. Do you know how hard I worked to build my career back then? Forget about women—I only slept four hours a day! I didn’t even dare to chew my food slowly! All to get ahead! Do you know? Your uncle was still a virgin until he was thirty-five!”
Wen Sen dodged while arguing back:
“That was in the past. Now that you’ve made it, don’t you just sleep in every day, hiding in the office drinking tea and slacking off?”
“Get out of my sight!”
Wen Sen rolled out nimbly.
“Get back here!”
The door opened, and Wen Sen rolled back in nimbly.
“Alright, stand up straight. Don’t let others see you like this, what would they think!” Icot sighed and waved his hand. “I’ll show you something good.”
“What good thing?”
“A Holy Mount. One… with an extremely excellent Light Affinity.”
He grabbed the armrest and pushed himself to stand.
Icot supported his aged body and led the way step by step for Wen Sen.
Wen Sen was stunned.
The next moment, the corners of his mouth kept lifting, squeezing out four or five hot tears from the corners of his eyes.
His lips trembled, and he was too excited to speak for a long time.
For a normal Holy Knight, if they could have a Holy Mount that could use Divine Arts, it would be like adding wings to a tiger—their combat power would multiply geometrically, perfectly solving the flaw of not being able to cast healing and support Divine Arts on themselves during battle.
For him, a Holy Mount was even more significant…
From now on, he would no longer have to suffer and endure to study those Divine Arts that read like heavenly scriptures!
However, Holy Mounts were very rare.
Although the Goddess taught without discrimination, it was limited to wise beings, and most Magical Beasts only gained wisdom when they evolved to a high level.
High-level Magical Beasts were also very difficult to capture alive.
Captured Magical Beasts also needed to have Divine Arts talent, be accepted by the Goddess, and not have too poor Light Affinity…
In short, after a series of hurdles, every single Holy Mount was virtually priced sky-high.
“Uncle…”
Wen Sen was so moved that tears welled up.
“I’ve never had a father since I was little. But really, I’ve always treated you like my own father.”
Icot didn’t turn his head, and said next:
“No need. I don’t have such a stupid son like you.”
Wen Sen: “…”
‘The emotion I finally mustered!’
“Don’t get too excited yet.”
Icot supported himself on the wall, walking down the spiral staircase with unsteady steps, his voice drifting faintly from ahead.
“This Holy Mount isn’t yours yet.”
Wen Sen was stunned.
“Huh? Th-then whose is it?”
“The kid who came last night—it’s theirs.”
“This…”
“Lost your nerve?”
“I just think… this isn’t right.”
Wen Sen shrank his neck and scratched his head sheepishly.
“Bullying newcomers is one thing, but harming someone and seizing their treasure—isn’t that a bit too wicked? Do we, uncle and nephew, need to stoop to that level?”
“Hmph, do you think all the good things in the world can come to you if you don’t snatch and fight for them? Do you think people climb up by going with the flow and following the tide?”
Icot let out a heavy, cold snort.
His tone was calm, yet it carried a deep weariness and anger.
“Silly child, take a good look! Your uncle fought his whole life to get to this position! Now—your uncle doesn’t have many years left. Have you ever thought, after I die, what will you do? Can you defeat Chief Commander Haran?”
Wen Sen gradually fell silent.
In the past thirty years, he had never once considered this heavy topic.
Because he didn’t dare.
After a long while, dejected and serious, he said:
“Uncle… I understand. From now on, I’ll go to the Charity Hall less and work harder at studying Divine Arts.”
Icot’s tone showed no fluctuation, tinged with faint weariness:
“Whatever. You’ve promised me a hundred and forty-six times already. You have zero credibility with me. Do whatever you want. Your mother’s gone, I can’t control you, and I don’t want to anymore.”
“Uncle—”
Wen Sen reached out to grab him, but Icot quickened his steps and dodged.
The door of the Riding Beast Stable creaked open, and the faint light of early morning rushed in instinctively, vying to enter.
Little did it know, inside was a stinking dead end.
He was full of hope.
Wen Sen’s eyes widened as he followed his uncle Icot, his dejected heart gradually filling with excitement and elation, walking toward the “Holy Mount” that represented the hope of the rest of his life.
However, when he reached behind Icot and looked at the “Holy Mount”—
His wild smile suddenly froze.
Because what Icot showed him was not some majestic Cursed Spirit Pegasus, nor the blade-like Snow Soul Giant Wolf of the North Realm.
Instead, it was a creature not even up to his knee, dumb-looking, like a yellow rat, a Pupu-like creature.
“Th-th-th-th-this—”
Wen Sen’s mouth gaped wide enough to swallow a chick whole.
“Uncle! This can’t be right! What kind of Holy Mount is this?”
“Look at it!”
Wen Sen gestured at Pikachu with his hands.
“It’s this tiny! And look at me—”
He gestured at himself again.
“I’m this big! It would make more sense for me to be its Holy Mount!”
Icot slowly turned his head, staring at this disappointing nephew with a look of disappointment mixed with contempt.
“Oh ho, that makes sense.”
He murmured.
“As expected of my nephew, to come up with such a brilliant idea.”
Icot suddenly reached out and swapped their Church Badges.
“Then it’s settled. From now on, it’s the Holy Knight, and you’re its Holy Mount. Tomorrow, report to the Riding Beast Stable yourself!”
“No…!” Wen Sen opened his mouth to speak.
Icot cut him off coldly, suppressing his anger:
“How many times have I told you? Address me by my title during work hours!”
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