Chapter 408: Section 271: Replay (Part 3)_2
The Baron gasped, "When was the last time a Saint Apprentice possessed three World Tree Saplings... When was it again?"
"No Saint Apprentice has ever possessed three World Tree Saplings," the theological assistant, well-versed in theology, shook his head, "The last time someone had two World Tree Saplings was the High Prelate of that church nation in the North, who, although not a follower of the Church of Justice, was favored by the God of Justice for his overt and righteous actions and received two saplings in his lifetime."
"Then I have a question now, exactly who is Malin His Excellency to that person?" asked the Baron’s assistant.
"Ten Mowish says he’s definitely not an illegitimate child," after saying this, the Baron reached out and slapped his assistant’s head, "Also, next time you have a death wish, don’t do it so close to me."
"I think this topic is too presumptuous, so... Midamia! How many Chaos corpses are there!" The assistant emerged from the trench, looking ahead.
The Baron also looked up and then saw a mountain of corpses in front of him; countless Chaos corpses were being carted away one load after another, but there were more rotting flesh and blood, scorched by the Flame Spell, being shoveled onto the carts.
"There’s no way to count them; we’ve already carted away at least thirty loads!" The assistant, clad in protective gear, turned to look at his comrades while holding a Chaos Skull in his hand: "See this, a priest’s skull, I can just pick one up if I bend over, this thing could sell for at least a thousand Mowish in the sacrificial market in the South, but here, they are tossed aside like trash."
"No, these are also Malin His Excellency’s property; he just left them for the Seventeenth Division, a very outstanding young man. If I had a suitable daughter, I would definitely have her madly pursue him," said the Baron.
The Baron and his assistants turned and saw the General His Excellency approaching; they uniformly doffed their caps: "Your Excellency."
"If the Chaos were still before me now, I would send each and every one of you to the Atonement Camp," the old man shook his head: "On the battlefield, Chaos Sharpshooters prioritize targets who salute, didn’t you guys receive battlefield training when coming from the rear?"