Theodore was not with the Watkan Tribe at the Southeast Outpost; instead, she had run to the Southwest Outpost where Lutherch was, and built a blacksmith shop there.
Fagreim, Marcus, and Barak also followed Theodore to the Southwest Outpost.
Fagreim had not truly participated in the Beikeze Incident; even if he had suspicions, he was not involved.
This pleased the Great Artisan God greatly.
So He simply let Fagreim follow Theodore, taking His place to look after her, to prevent Theodore from stirring up any more trouble.
When a squad of knights arrived at the blacksmith shop’s entrance, Fagreim’s brow furrowed tightly, and he instinctively turned his head to look at Theodore.
It wasn’t his fault for being this way.
Back in the Watkan Tribe, even with the Great Artisan God present, Theodore could still cause plenty of trouble.
That was also why the Great Artisan God often gave Theodore a stern face; His extremely strict attitude made Theodore a little scared, but it did make her restrain herself somewhat.
And since the Great Artisan God had entrusted him with the task of looking after Theodore, Fagreim genuinely feared that Theodore might stir up trouble behind his back again.
Theodore saw Fagreim’s gaze turn to her from the side and immediately put on an innocent expression.
“I’ve been very well-behaved lately! I have goat milk to drink, and all kinds of rare ores to forge with. How could I possibly have time to go out and play!”
“May I ask what brings you knights here?”
Fagreim did not step forward; instead, Marcus steeled himself and walked out, asking cautiously.
At the blacksmith shop entrance, the Knight Captain faced Marcus’s cautious inquiry and gave a standard Church knight salute, the movement carrying the unique clang of metal armor.
His voice came through the visor, clear and with a hint of urgency, but in accordance with Aeryadi’s wishes, he maintained the proper respect for the Watkan Tribe.
“Greetings of Light to the forging masters.”
“Archbishop Aeryadi sent us here to request Miss Theodore’s assistance in solving the trouble on the Northeastern Transport Line.”
After speaking, the Knight Captain’s gaze passed over Marcus to Theodore, who was standing beside Fagreim.
“The transport line has been blocked by undead controlled by Leopold. The situation is urgent.”
“Leopold?! Undead?!”
Marcus gasped sharply, all color draining from his face instantly.
Leopold… many elders in the tribe had cursed that name.
Through constant exposure, Marcus naturally knew of that name and harbored equal disgust and hostility.
But he also knew that Leopold was an existence from the Moho Layer!
Even someone like him from the Moho Layer… becoming an undead?
No… it must be worse than I think.
Marcus was panicked for a moment.
Fagreim’s brow furrowed even tighter at that moment.
The Knight Captain’s words confirmed his earlier worries… trouble had indeed come knocking.
But soon, he asked in a deep voice:
“Leopold? What’s the exact situation? How strong are the enemies?”
He rapidly calculated in his mind.
If the enemies were too strong, even with the Great Artisan God’s tacit approval, according to Archbishop Kelaite’s wishes, he would have to forcibly stop Theodore from taking risks.
The Knight Captain’s speech speed increased as he quickly explained the situation.
“The two Leopold individuals that appeared are both around Shallow Water Layer in strength, but they can control a large number of undead, blocking the road at the edge of the Black Mist. Ordinary knights cannot clear such a vast number of undead, let alone pursue the main bodies into the Black Mist.”
“Currently, the Knight Order cannot spare more personnel. So we sought the Great Artisan God… and He recommended Miss Theodore.”
“Shallow Water Layer? Two?”
Before Fagreim could fully process the information, a petite figure shot past him like a cannonball.
“Me! Me! Let me go!”
Theodore was originally cowering behind Fagreim, playing innocent.
But upon hearing the words “Leopold,” “undead,” and “Shallow Water Layer,” especially “Great Artisan God recommended” and “Archbishop Aeryadi’s request,” her cautiousness born from Fagreim’s stare was instantly thrown to the winds.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her flushed face was full of eagerness to try.
She hopped a few steps to stand before the Knight Captain, hands on her hips, her voice clear and loud.
“Is it the Church blessed by His Holiness that’s in trouble? Or evil undead and that infamous Leopold? Leave it to me, Theodore!”
“I guarantee I’ll smash them to pieces!”
As she spoke, she waved her little fists excitedly, as if she could already see the dawn of victory.
After all, cooped up in the blacksmith shop all day, she was indeed feeling a bit uncomfortable.
And without Da Mao, the number of playmates she had was also fewer.
Of course, she wouldn’t say that the semi-polluted Brown Mane Lion was especially durable and could relieve her stress… it’s just a pity that Brown Mane Lions aren’t allowed into the Church.
“Theodore!”
Fagreim’s low shout carried an unquestionable authority.
“Get back here! We haven’t figured things out yet!”
Theodore’s excitement was mostly doused by this shout; her high spirits deflated like a punctured balloon.
She pouted her lips, reluctantly shuffled back to Fagreim’s side, lowered her head and fidgeted with her clothes, while muttering discontentedly under her breath:
“But Grandpa Great Artisan God already agreed… and it’s for the Church, for His Holiness…”
Seeing this, the Knight Captain quickly repeated the specific situation in detail.
The transport line was blocked by a large number of undead.
Two Leopold individuals of Shallow Water Layer strength were hiding in the Black Mist and controlling them.
The Inteke Tribe might have been wiped out.
Ordinary knights could not clear the sea of undead, and so on.
After listening, Fagreim’s expression turned grave.
The opponents were two Shallow Water Layer.
Although troublesome, with Theodore’s Moho Layer strength, and her devout use of the Lightforce bestowed by His Holiness, she was indeed the best candidate, and the risk was relatively controllable.
He looked down at Theodore beside him, who was still sulking but whose eyes were full of longing and a glint that said “let me go beat the bad guys.”
He sighed helplessly.
It seemed his “guardian” task was about to turn into “protector” again.
Let her go alone?
Absolutely not!
“Alright.”
Fagreim finally relented, his voice still low and serious.
“Theodore can go.”
Theodore instantly revived, cheering and jumping for joy.
“Yay!”
“But!”
However, before Theodore could celebrate for long, Fagreim’s volume suddenly rose.
He glared at Theodore, making her instantly quiet down like a chick with its neck pinched.
“I must go with you. This is the duty the Great Artisan God entrusted to me!”
“As for Marcus and Barak, you stay at the outpost and watch the shop.”
Although Marcus and Barak were also worried, they understood Fagreim’s concerns and immediately nodded.
Barak even said half-jokingly:
“Alright, alright. Who doesn’t know you’re fond of our Miss Theodore~”
As soon as he finished speaking, Fagreim’s fist came flying.
As for Theodore, she wanted to protest Fagreim following her, but seeing his unwavering gaze, she had to swallow her words and couldn’t help muttering a couple of sentences.
“Fine, follow then… it’s not like I’ll run off.”
Fagreim ignored her little sulk, turned around, and quickly walked to a large box beside the forge.
He quickly selected a few single-handed war hammers that glowed with special runic luster, clearly crafted specifically for undead and undead creatures, along with several thick, pure-lustered mithril armor plates, and stuffed them into a specially made thick leather backpack.
Next, he took Theodore’s Stone Hammer from the forge, veins bulging on his arms, clearly struggling with the weight.
‘…This Demigod Artifact really isn’t something an ordinary person can lift.’
After a couple of silent comments, Fagreim immediately handed the Stone Hammer to Theodore.
“Take your hammer. Don’t be rash.”
Fagreim instructed, his tone softening a bit but still carrying strictness.
“Remember, our goal is to eliminate those two Leopolds and disperse the undead. Don’t get drawn into a fight. Be even more careful when going deep into the Black Mist, understand?”
“Got it, got it! I guarantee I’ll complete the mission!”
Theodore took her beloved huge Stone Hammer, easily twirled it in a circle with one hand, the wind whistling from the hammerhead.
Her face was full of confidence and an eager smile.
“For the Church! For His Holiness’s glory! Let’s go!!”
As she spoke, Theodore hoisted the Stone Hammer and started to rush out on her short legs.
Fagreim shouldered the heavy backpack and nodded to the Knight Captain.
“We’re ready. Please lead the way.”
The Knight Captain also immediately nodded in response:
“Of course, this way.”
Saying that, the Knight Captain shouted, adjusted the formation, placed Fagreim and Theodore in the middle for protection, and then the squad quickly turned and advanced toward the target direction.
The knight squad was not only orderly but also highly efficient, making Fagreim silently marvel again.
This knight squad was to be deployed to the Northeastern Transport Line.
Aeryadi also knew that Kelaite currently lacked personnel; sending Theodore alone was impossible.
Transferring a knight squad was undoubtedly the best choice.
Archbishop Aeryadi.
“The Third Regiment, Second Knight Squad of the Dawnlight Knight Order is currently taking Theodore to the Northeastern Transport Line.”
After receiving the report, Aeryadi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He waved his hand to dismiss the knight who brought the message, then slowly looked at Kelaite and couldn’t help furrowing his brows.
“Why are you still here?”
Kelaite, however, asked back with a chuckle:
“What? Now that the matter is resolved, I’m not welcome?”
“Besides, I’ve never heard that this office room only permits you, one Cardinal, to work in it.”
Hearing Kelaite’s words, Aeryadi raised an eyebrow, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
This office room was indeed usable by all Cardinals… it’s just that Kelaite had never come, so he had been using it alone.
“Since you want to use it, go ahead. I still have matters to handle.”
With that, Aeryadi picked up half of the unfinished documents, walked right past Kelaite, and left.
After Aeryadi left, Kelaite’s expression, which had carried a hint of a smile, suddenly darkened.
After signaling the knight to close the door, Kelaite slowly walked to the table and tapped his fingers heavily on its surface.
“Beikeze, Beikeze…”
“You’re already dead, so why did you leave behind so many messes?”
Staring at the table, Kelaite’s eyes were terrifyingly dark.