Chapter 698: There’s evil, and then there’s evil in saint clothing
Ignis narrowed its eyes. Valen was right--the Hero would have trouble finding all of these people alone.
Aside from the paladins and the holy knights, the priests seemed to be able to use magic to some extent. And those humans were truly, truly rotten to their core. It reminded Ignis of the creatures who kept coming to the volcano. A bunch of pests.
What else could the Salamander use to describe these people, who talk about auctioning someone so easily, shamelessly, without any ounce of guilt? No creatures should ever be auctioned! Especially not without their consent!
Ignis couldn’t hold back from hissing, but the Hero opened his mouth at that time to drown the Salmander’s sound. "No soldier of Goddess will auction another human!"
The Hero roared, rightfully in anger. It wasn’t an act, Ignis thought.
"Oh, that is fine," the Pope smiled. "I am no soldier of the Goddess," the old man shrugged. "I am the soldier of myself and my own people."
"What bullshit!"
"Language, Mister Hero," the Pope said with a sneering tone. How the old man managed to do that with an expressionless face was beyond Ignis.
"Like I said, you can refuse if you don’t want to," the old man continued. "It’s just a matter of substituting yourself with someone else."
"You fiend!"
"Or perhaps that lizard behind your neck," the pale eyes gleamed as the gaze fell to Ignis’s peeking head. "I did hear about your companion owning a fire lizard--I guess she thought you needed a morale boost?"