Misty World: Start with SSS skill

386  Modest...

Sharole suddenly spoke, interrupting Rafos' train of thought: "However, I think you should be careful."

"Hm?! Why?"

"Because the Pope is interested in you it might be because of your talent but maybe he is also trying to use you, by turning you into his sword."

Hearing Sharole's words, Rafos felt a little worried: "What do you mean?"

Sharole shook her head and said, "You should remember that the Pope almost never interferes in matters between nations. In other words, only when that matter concerns the Sanctuary does he appear or make a decision."

"However, if he has decided to assist you, that also means that he has decided to meddle in the affairs of the kingdoms."

"Perhaps… he has some kind of plan, or perhaps he wants to borrow your hand to try to infiltrate other kingdoms."

"Hahaha… Sharole, I think you're thinking too much." Rafos said with a smile: "I feel like the Pope seems to have noticed my talent, so he just wants to support me."

"Besides, I feel like the Pope seems to be interested in the Void Lord."

At this point, it was Sharole who was confused: "Why?"

"Because the Void Lord is a mysterious existence. It seems that he appeared out of nowhere, without any information or history about him."

"The ancient kingdoms and even the sanctuary don't have any information about the Void Lord's kingdom. It's all one giant question mark."

"Currently, the location of the Void Lord's domain has not been discovered yet, and my group of assassins and the Sanctuary are also searching. The Zumberos Kingdom has also sent someone to search for it, so far there has been no information."

"Ah! Has the Zumberos Kingdom made any announcements yet?"

Sharole shook his head at that, "Not yet, but if they agree to help you find the Void Lord's location, then I think they will agree to help you in this war as well."

Rafos nodded.

Sharole continued: "I also hope the Pope has no other intentions or that his intentions are all directed towards the Void Lord."

"Hahaha…" Rafos suddenly laughed: "Sharole, are you afraid of the Pope?"

"Haizzz, of course… I am also a minor noble. If the Pope wanted to, he could destroy the kingdom easily. If he wants to kill me, a snap of his fingers will suffice."

"Really? How strong is the Pope?"

Sharole shook her head: "I don't know, but I do know that the Pope possesses 7 Priests, and they are all beings that have reached the rank of King."

"The Pope's son Sarinba has also reached the King rank."

"Besides, he manages four other King-class existences that rely on the Sanctuary."

"There are 11 King class existences in the Saric Sanctuary in total. However, that is only the information that the Sanctuary publishes, how strong they are in reality, and how many people have reached the King level is still a mystery."

Rafos started to feel a bit worried when he heard this.

Sharole ignored him, and continued: "Besides, the Pope is a terrible existence. Some say he's been alive since the fog covered this world."

"Perhaps… his level is already higher than the King level, it's just that he rarely appears. Almost every activity or ceremony is represented by his son or the Holy Maiden - Seraphen."

"There's more. The Pope's wife Sarina has a bizarre illness that keeps her from leaving her room, and she does not even say anything."

Rafos frowned upon hearing this, and asked: "Has anyone figured out what the cause is?"

Sharole shook his head: "Of course, no one found out the cause. After all, with the ability of the Pope and the Saric Sanctuary, if they can't cure her, do you think there's anyone in the world who can do that?"

"Because of that, this matter gradually sank into oblivion, the Pope wanted to spend more time taking care of Sarina, so he left everything to Sarinba and Seraphen."

"He also said that if anyone could cure Sarina, they would become a priest of the Sanctuary and enjoy all the benefits of the Sanctuary without being chained down by the rules."

Rafos frowned, he felt a bit disappointed that he wasn't a Pharmacist Enchanteur, if not, he could give it a try.

"Wait!" Suddenly, he remembered someone, and he had the feeling that that person could cure Sarina's illness.

"Hm? What's up?" Rafos suddenly shouted, making Sharole a little startled.

"Nothing, I just remembered that there is one person who can cure Sarina's illness."

"Heh?! Can anyone do that?"

"Not sure but I can try."

"Rafos, I advise you to be careful. Although the Pope didn't specify any punishment if a person doesn't cure his wife's illness, she doesn't look like the Pope."

"Make it clear."

"Haizz, a lot of people used to come to her treatment, however, a lot of people didn't come back."

"Why?"

"I don't know either, but those who came back say that Sarina is a monster, and that she turns people who can't cure her disease into nutrients for a tree."

"What the hell? Are you telling the truth?"

Sharole nodded: "I'm telling the truth, it's just… no one has verified if this is true or not. However, most of the people who were able to return after being unable to cure Sarina's illness said so."

"If it was only one person who said this then there might be doubt, but many people are saying the same thing, so we must believe it. At the very least, you should be careful when dealing with anyone in the Saric Sanctuary, or else we'll be in a lot of trouble."

"I understand." Rafos nodded, then asked: "So… how many troops have we gathered?"

"5,000 royals, 20,000 mixed-bloods, and 500 mist monsters. Just find the target, and we will immediately hit the road."

Rafos frowned and asked, "That number doesn't include the reinforcements, does it?"

Sharole nodded, "That's right. But Saric Sanctuary did say they would aid us by sending one person."

"1 person? What the hell? Are they joking?" Rafos shouted angrily.

Sharole was startled, he hurriedly motioned Rafos to be quiet: "Shhh! Are you crazy?"

"So tell me Why the Sanctuary sent only one person?" Rafos asked angrily.

"What's your opinion?"

Suddenly, a voice came from outside, Sharole heard it and sighed: "Haizz, I forgot to tell you, the person the Saric Sanctuary sent is a priest, nicknamed Modest."

Then a person entered. That person was about 170cm tall, he wore a cloak that covered his whole body, he was also wearing a white mask that only revealed two holes which are his two eyes.

When that person appeared, there was a tremendous pressure from his body that made Rafos feel a little scared.

"No…" He stammered, "I… I have no opinion…" Rafos felt a little angry inside.

He was not angry with Modest, he was just angry with Sharole. Why did he not talk about the important issue first, why did he wait until that person appeared before saying it.

Rafos looked at Sharole with anger in his eyes, while Sharole looked at him with innocent eyes.

'I didn't think you would dare to say that either. Before I could speak, you interrupted me, what do you now want me to say?'

Although Sharole felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, after all, Rafos was the one Ratylous had assigned him to train, he couldn't leave Rafos alone.

"Sorry, Priest Modest, Rafos didn't know it was you so he got a little angry. After all, he is still young, and he does not know how to communicate well, please forgive him."

Although Modest's face was obscured by the mask, his gaze was like two extremely sharp swords, directed at Rafos.

As Rafos was being stared at by him, he felt a little scared, his body was shaking, and sweat poured out like a bath.

"Huh! I'm a humble person, so of course I won't blame him because he doesn't know who I am either. But… there is no next time, understand?"

"Yes!" Sharole was overjoyed hearing that, and immediately bowed her head: "Thank you for your kindness, Modest."

"Rafos, bow your head in thanks to Priest Modest."

Hearing Sharole's words, Rafos also quickly bowed his head and said, "Sorry, Priest Modest."

"Huh! This place is dirty and smelly, I don't like it. I'll be in the royal palace, if there's nothing, there's no need to come find me."

"First of all, don't look down on me. My rank is King rank 2. Compared to other priests, my strength is ranked 3rd."

"Yes!" Sharole and Rafos immediately bowed their heads and flattered him: "Priest Modest is indeed a humble man."

"Huh!" After saying that, Modest left.

After Modest left, Sharole and Rafos breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haizzz, you're lucky Modest isn't too belligerent, if you met another Priest, you'd be dead for sure."

Rafos frowned and said, "Because you didn't speak early, if you said the one coming was a Priest, I wouldn't have said such things."

"I didn't have time to explain, because you interrupted me,so how could I tell you?"

"Huh!" Rafos was also a little angry, but what Sharole said was too reasonable, so he couldn't refute it.

Sharole sighed and continued: "Haizzz, but you don't have to worry, Modest is a priest, his rank is King level 2. With him, we can easily win this battle."

Rafos said with a frown, "But... according to the treaty of war, the strongest fighters are not allowed to fight, so his appearance won't help us."

Hearing that, Sharole shook his head: "Haizz, you are too young to understand that this life is full of lies."

"What?!"

"The war treaty of course does not allow the strong combat power of the two sides to participate in the war. But… Didn't you consider the case where the Void Lord loses the battle, so he decides to break the pact?"

Hearing that, Rafos immediately understood why Modest had come here: "You mean… Modest will be the factor that prevents the worst from happening, right?"

"That's right. Besides… Modest is a Priest, and with him, the morale of our army will increase."

Rafos nodded: "Ah! Thank you, Sharole, thanks to you, I was able to understand so many things."

"Haizz, don't worry, you are the one chosen by the King, I will definitely help you in this fight. Even so, I will make it easy for you to become the king of this kingdom."

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha…"

"Ah! Don't forget to clean up the trash on the floor."

Sharole: "…"