I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 972 - 635: Grand Exorcism Ritual

The victory of the Morris Kingdom was expected.

After the legion from Green Shade Harbor completely occupied Yarolum City, the capital of Faz, the Faz Royal Family announced their surrender.

A few days later, the follow-up coalition of the Morris Kingdom arrived late and could only station as a takeover force, waiting for the internal affairs department to handle things.

By then, Neil had already led his troops back on the journey home.

After half a month, he returned once again to the land of Green Shade Harbor, where he was greeted by the residents lining the streets.

Flowers and applause, cheers and screams.

Neil once again felt an immense honor.

With a smile, he waved to the crowd while riding his horse.

When he arrived at the central area of the Port Government Hall, he found Port Master Ivar and many ministers, as well as his wife Rafaela, waiting at The Great Gate for a long time.

The only thing that spoiled Neil’s mood was the number of blue-robed individuals standing beside the Port Master.

They were the senior clergy of the Green Shade Harbor Redemption Church.

They were also priests Neil was familiar with.

At the forefront was an old bishop, with neatly combed white hair, a straight back, and a face bearing an ambiguous smile.

Bishop Youssef, the highest official of the Harbor Church and a friend of the Port Master... Without his guarantee back then, Neil wouldn’t have been able to become a formal monk from a mercenary, let alone assume his current position as a priest and acquire the Supernatural Knowledge of Sequence Seven on the Holy Fire Pathway.

But now, Neil felt deeply wary of them.

The Venerable Snake had already warned him that the Redemption Church had been secretly watching him for some time, and he couldn’t be sure when they might act against him.

Neil’s originally good mood faded at once.

It was like a sudden dark cloud covering a clear sky.

He wanted to escape, but his wife Rafaela was just an ordinary person, brought up in privilege, and he didn’t want her to suffer with him, wandering and rootless.

Moreover, the Port Master would never allow him to leave easily.

The conflicting thoughts made Neil even more vexed.

"Welcome back, our great hero... I have already ordered a banquet in your honor, I hope you will like it."

The Port Master remained as courteous as ever, with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Port Master."

Neil dismounted and bowed to the stout man in greeting.

Then, as usual, he performed the Redemption Church prayer ritual to Bishop Youssef and the priests and softly said:

"Holy Fire above."

"Redeem my soul."

Bishop Youssef and the priests also responded in kind.

His wife Rafaela stepped forward with little steps, full of joy and excitement, and threw herself into Neil’s arms, embracing him tightly while softly confessing her longing:

"Nils, I missed you so much... It must have been hard fighting outside, right? Were you injured? When the Port Master ordered the banquet, I even gave specific instructions to the kitchen to prepare your favorite roasted goose liver."

Rafaela seemed to have endless things to say.

Neil watched her with a smile, occasionally responding with a word or two.

Finally, his wife enthusiastically embraced his neck, kissed him on the lips, and then leaned close to his ear to whisper softly.

But Neil’s smile froze immediately. freewebnσvel.cøm

Because Rafaela told him she was pregnant.

Had it been before, he would have been very happy.

But now, this was not good news...

Until the evening, when the banquet held at the Port Master’s mansion officially began, Neil was somewhat absent-minded.

He had long changed into casual clothes with the help of his wife, and together they mingled in the hall, exchanging drinks and discussing details of the war with ministers. At the exciting parts of the conversation, the ministers and their wives would exclaim in excitement.

However, Neil’s mind was not at all on this.

He constantly felt as if an elusive gaze was observing him from behind.

Neil calmly tried to find the source of that gaze but to no avail.

Whether it was an illusion, he felt that the Port Master was somewhat unusual today. Based on his previous understanding of Mr. Ivar, the stout man would have long been toasting cheerfully with him.

But today, he did not.

The Port Master was engaged in a low-voiced conversation with the senior clergy of the Redemption Church.

This was not something particularly unusual.

After all, the Port Master and Bishop Youssef were old friends, being a bit more intimate in their interactions was understandable... But today alone, Neil, as the hero who personally killed Faz’s King Montoya IV and returned victorious, was given a "cold shoulder" by the Port Master.

This was very unreasonable.

"Dear, what’s wrong with you today? You seem a bit strange."

Rafaela asked softly beside him.

Neil shook his head and perfunctorily said:

"Nothing, maybe just a little tired."

"Oh... Then have some food and go back to rest early, I will explain the reason to the Port Master."

Rafaela kindly suggested.

Neil nodded slightly.

However, just at that moment, something in the corner of his eye suddenly caught his attention, and his expression changed dramatically.

It was a burly, ordinary-looking man in the standardized blue robes of a priest from the Redemption Church, who was striding towards Port Master Ivar.

None of that was out of the ordinary.

But the problem was that Neil had never seen this priest before.

Moreover, the Port Master, Youssef, and the priests all unconsciously showed respectful expressions upon seeing the man.

Neil’s gaze sharply fell on the man’s hands.

This unfamiliar priest wore a pair of blue leather gloves, with flame patterns emblazoned on the back of the hands!

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