Cyril was smoothly accepted and adopted by the Monastery, changing his mindset and was trained to beco a qualified Paladin.
He felt compassion for those suffering from persecution and would exhaust all his efforts to fight for everything they deserved.
However, perhaps he wasn’t entirely qualified.
Cyril harbored an excessive disdain and hatred towards the nobility, to the point of being sowhat unreasonable.
He even despised his fellow cultivators of noble origin.
Although he wouldn’t resort to physical conflict, he often found himself in rigid confrontations with others.
Hatred.
This hatred did not alter Cyril’s convictions; instead, it made his will stronger, as it was this hatred that carried him thus far.
Moreover, his inherent talents were quite exceptional.
Ever since awakening as a professional at the age of nine, he took rely ten years to ascend to a high tier.
Compared to Herbert, this was considered slow, but for others, it was remarkably fast!
Born into humble beginnings and having experienced a tragic past, supplented by talent, strength, and conviction... Cyril almost seed to be living the script of an old-school protagonist.
He naturally beca a beacon of hope for the cultivators of the civilian faction within the Mist Monastery.
Before Herbert’s arrival at the Mist Monastery, Cyril was held in high regard, with so cultivators considering him the standout among the younger generation.
So even speculated that he could potentially beco the new leader in the future, with a certain likelihood of becoming the new Knight Commander.
The two current Cardinals rose from the civilian ranks, and although the Knight Commander did not favor the nobility issue, his origins were undeniable.
If the Knight Commander were succeeded by a new Paladin of civilian origin, they would be thoroughly satisfied.
Wherever there are people, there will be a community.
Although cultivators lack many worldly desires, they still held so persistent beliefs on this matter.
Although Cyril was the most outstanding and exceptional, he was not the only one like this; the Monastery still had quite a few similar "geniuses."
They competed with each other regularly, while also motivating and chasing each other.
But all of this had already beco ancient history.
When Herbert appeared, the situation underwent a subtle change.
After a month of silently enduring, Herbert, the "useless and foolish noble scion," suddenly beca a completely different person.
In Cyril and the others’ perspective, Herbert was like a sinister viper, finally revealing his sharp fangs after a month of concealnt.
Herbert exuded an extrely sharp aura!
Initially, it only made Cyril and the others feel a threat, as if there was one more competitor.
But soon, everything changed.
Within a month, he advanced to a high tier, easily tad the Legendary Giant Dragon, eradicated evil nobility, and reshaped a nation’s order...
Especially when Herbert returned triumphantly from the Frost Crystal Dynasty, everyone fell silent.
In that mont, when he stepped into the Monastery with imposing montum, Cyril and the others even felt they were seeing a blazing sun.
The radiance that Herbert unconsciously emitted easily overshadowed the glow emitted by these once highly regarded geniuses like Cyril.
Dreams, shattered.
And as for Herbert himself, he hardly ever noticed their existence.
The strong never care about the cries of the weak.
It wasn’t until seeing Cyril’s furious resistance this ti that Herbert realized his sudden appearance probably rewrote the script for many people.
If Herbert hadn’t appeared, then Cyril would be undoubtedly the protagonist, with a bright future ahead.
But unfortunately, Herbert ca, capturing the identity, the status, the expectations "supposedly belonging to Cyril."
As for the resentnt arising from this situation, Herbert could only silently shake his head.
So what?
Even without Herbert, there would still be soone like Gus, Duncan, Ian, Evans... Other more talented geniuses would always appear.
So say: "All injustices in this world are due to the inadequacy of the individual’s abilities."
Although this statent might not be entirely true, it does carry so truth.
Instead of weeping over one’s fate and complaining about life’s injustices, it’s better to strive and resist.
Perhaps it was because of this background that Cyril would openly defy Rusted Nail Bishop’s arrangents in front of everyone—though Herbert still didn’t know the specifics of the task.
While Herbert remained calm, the mocked Cyril was exceedingly angry.
He suddenly forgot why he had been mocked before, staring at Herbert with biting anger.
"You! You..."
But Herbert casually employed internet humor, calmly saying, "See, you’re anxious again."
Cyril: !!?
"Enough, quiet."
Finally, the Knight Commander’s cold and usual indifferent voice subdued everything, bringing Cyril back to calmness.
The Cardinal, adorned with rusted nails, remained quite composed.
He did not concern himself with Cyril’s previous protests nor Herbert’s provocation; instead, his gaze landed on the two prisoners behind Herbert.
After noticing Eliza’s sowhat guilty look, he focused montarily on the fully covered Svanni.
Finally, his gaze returned to Herbert, but without any change in expression or eyes.
According to Herbert’s description, this Knight Commander always had a strict poker face... Ahem, it looked firm and good at taking others’ mothers away.
After everyone quieted down, the Rusted Nail Bishop slowly spoke: "You are to carry out the task entrusted by the Guardian."
"You need to gather specific materials in the Dark Territory, it’s a mission and a dangerous trial."
"Each ti you undertake a trial, the Monastery assigns a Protector to accompany you, and this ti, Herbert and his companions will assu the role."
He explained indifferently, adding more casually:
"You can choose to accept the arrangent and follow Herbert’s command."
"Or you may choose to reject and go alone, the choice is in your hands."
In simple terms—take it or leave it, don’t cry when you die.
This Knight Commander was not a warm person beneath a cold exterior; his coldness was consistent inside and out.
He bore the mission of his Knight Commander’s position, dutifully fulfilling his responsibilities.
He wouldn’t want to put Herbert, this excellent candidate, at risk, and would worry about the dangers he might face, but that was all.
For now, only the Chief Judge, that muscle-headed bald guy, could truly stir his emotions... causing him to engage in a sincere and emotional confrontation.
"Hmm? It’s the Guardian’s task?" Herbert’s eyes widened upon hearing this.
Why was it her task?
And she even specifically nad and required him to protect these people...
Herbert imdiately recalled the matters previously discussed with the Ashen Bishop; she was the first to know about his upcoming plans.
The Ashen Bishop knew he was going to the Dark Hell, so did she deliberately arrange these people to accompany him?
But what was the point of carrying along a bunch of baggage?
Though Herbert had nurous doubts, on the surface, he quickly nodded, gladly accepting this task.
"Understood, I will protect everyone, and will certainly not disappoint the Guardian."
Since there was no avoiding it, one could only honestly enjoy it.
The Ashen Bishop likely wouldn’t be so childish as to deliberately burden him... Only Nenasha would do sothing like that.
["Hmm? Hey!"]
Herbert casually disregarded the Harmonious God and continued pondering the current situation.
"So that’s to say, the Ashen Bishop arranged these people, probably according to her plan and arrangents."
"And since these people should travel together, it’s even more imperative to enter quietly, dealing delicately without exposure."
No problem, Herbert and his group’s original plan was to infiltrate discreetly without drawing attention.
Now it just ant more companions, making the target slightly larger.
"Oh, this could actually be a layer of disguise; even if discovered, it would be seen rely as a group of troubleso Paladins, without guessing our true intent of assassinating the Dark Elf Queen..."
As for these people’s utility... or rather, how to disguise them, Herbert happened to think of a perfect thod.
"Disguising as a slave rchant’s caravan and slaves seems like a good choice!"
"Oh, right!"
"And that Cyril, he looks just perfect to disguise as a slave!"
Let it be clear, it’s not personal exploitation!
It’s just that he really fits the role perfectly.
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