As the bells tolled, the previously pouring rain grew heavier.

The rain beat against the wooden gear panels of the Holy Arrival Hall, clattering crisply as it collided with the colored glass.

From the doorway of the Joan of Arc Castle's Holy Arrival Hall, groups of advanced black-robed monks poured out.

Looking up at the lines of rain dripping from the eaves, they didn't leave but stood in a dense line under the eaves.

These advanced monks wore hoods, draped in cloaks, revealing the leather boots on their feet, and in their red lacquered leather briefcases were the "Plan" and other documents.

This kind of maroon lacquered leather briefcase and the standard file cabinet were uniformly issued by Horn to these advanced monks, with instructions not to leave documents scattered randomly after reading.

Because when he last visited the Madlan residence, he discovered that confidential documents were left in their villa's bathroom.

And his neighbor Jeska, on the other hand, placed his confidential documents in the dog kennel in the yard.

Unable to bear it anymore, Horn issued this directive.

The advanced monks standing in a row under the eaves were worried about the increasingly heavy rain, but Jeanne soon came out from inside and announced, "Everyone, please wait a moment, His Eminence has already sent someone to notify the carriage company, carriages will be dispatched shortly to take you back."

"His Eminence is wise!" The monks, who were hesitating whether to rush into the rain, cheered in agreement.

After cheering, this group of idle people gathered together and started chatting.

But among these chatting people, Harbin gritted his teeth, raised the red lacquered briefcase, held it over his head, and prepared to charge into the rain.

"Hey, hey, hey." Grampwen grabbed the back collar of Harbin's neck and pulled him back, "Why are you in such a rush? Didn't His Eminence say that he'd send someone to pick us up? Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Of course, you're not in a hurry, you live in the luxury villa area, and later a carriage on a fixed route will pick you up." Harbin, tugging at his cape's collar, lost the courage to rush into the rain, "If I'm late going back, those beasts in the army won't leave me a single piece of meat."

According to Horn's current distribution principles, each cardinal is provided with a set of terraced houses.

The disparity in this level of treatment had already emerged; the "Plan" merely brought it to the surface.

In the "Plan," starting from the wandering cultivators, there are distinctions in the rank levels, arranged from low to high: attendant, reader, exorcist, gatekeeper, disciple, with each rank having three grades: upper, middle, and lower.

In the "Plan," Grampwen is a lower-grade disciple monk and could be allocated a terraced house.

While Harbin is an upper-grade exorcist monk, theoretically entitled to a single apartment.

However, there are currently many terraced houses available, whereas the promised single apartments are still under construction.

So Harbin still had to reside with Jilo, Dass, and others in the collective dormitory of the Lord's Palace [Monk's Palace].

Although there is a cafeteria in the Monk's Palace where meals can be had freely, the kitchen won't cook any more after meal times.

Besides, Harbin, Chervis, and Kolebo made a card game appointment, and every day after dinner, they play cards until nine o'clock.

Harbin was so anxious because he didn't want to miss it, as it was one of his few hobbies.

"What's the rush, can you outrun a carriage?" Grampwen laughed, "How about you ride with me later, and I'll drop you off at the Monk's Palace on the way."

Grampwen and Harbin have been old acquaintances; during the Battle of the Long Bridge, they also fought side by side as comrades.

Although Harbin's rank wasn't as high as Grampwen's, their personal relationship has always been good.

"Alright then." Harbin halted, "I have a card game tonight; do you want to join?"

"You all still play cards?" Grampwen was surprised, "Isn't it forbidden for monks to gamble?"

"Just a few coppers a game, what's the gamble, just for fun..." Seeing the hidden melancholy between Grampwen's brows, Harbin reined in his smile, "Still thinking about Diya?"

"What do you think? She's about to give birth, and I'm still out here playing a charade." Grampwen glared at Harbin. Since they parted, it's been ten months since the couple last saw each other.

Diya was initially sent to the Ruo'an Faction's base in Long Embankment City, right near Swamp Town.

Now that his wife was approaching her due date, the couple still couldn't reunite.

Grampwen made several moves around the outskirts of the Red Copper Fortress with the troupe, yet was still unable to cross over.

Recently, with complex situations, various wars, and narrow escapes, Grampwen dared not bring Diya back.

Now that the situation has temporarily stabilized, Diya is heavily pregnant. Traveling long distances could easily lead to a miscarriage, making it impossible for her to come over.

This made him so anxious he was pacing in circles, wishing he could just fly to Diya's side to accompany her.

Harbin jumped up, patted his back, and comforted him, "Don't worry, in light of His Eminence, Long Embankment City will definitely have the best witch doctors for delivery, it'll be fine."

"I've been thinking these past few days, if Diya goes into labor and I'm not by her side... Oh Saint Master, please bless her..."

"Stop thinking about it. Let me tell you an inside scoop." Harbin lowered his voice, "Jinhe Town and Kasha County have cut off the food supply to Red Copper Fortress, and currently, it's surrounded on all sides by the Salvation Army forces.

The old lady from the Alco Clan will soon be bringing the Kush Nobility to Joan of Arc Castle, and Cardinal Patrick has already gone to lead the way.

Do you believe it, in the old lady's delegation there must be members of the Black Snake Bay Secret Faction. They say they're meeting with Dean Ludvik, but surely they'll talk about the Red Copper Fortress issue.

You should take your troupe there in advance and wait. Once Red Copper Fortress falls, you can ride over. I believe there's an eighty percent chance you'll make it in time."

Grampwen stared at Harbin's face for a few seconds before he smiled bitterly: "Thank you, Harbin."

"No worries, we're friends, friends ask for no return... ahem, but if I want to arrange some people into your troupe in the future, you must not refuse." Harbin joked playfully.

"Alright, I'll definitely reserve a spot for a dwarf in my circus in the future."

Harbin froze, almost unable to believe his ears.

Amidst the snickering of the other young black-robed priests around, he jumped up in anger: "I'm not a dwarf, I'm a Dwarf. Only humans have dwarfs, we Dwarves don't have dwarfs.

To think I kindly comforted you, is this how you repay a friend's comfort?"

"Hahahaha, alright, alright, I was wrong, I apologize to you." Grampwen turned to dodge Harbin's flustered punches.

Amidst the laughter, applause, and encouraging shouts of many monks, the two tussled for a while before continuing their chat.

Leaning against the damp wall, Grampwen rubbed his lower back: "I've always been curious, why is it always Cardinal Patrick who receives the Kush people from Jinhe Town?"

"You don't know?" Harbin seemed surprised, "Patrick and the old grandmother are lovers."

"What?!" This time Grampwen was shocked, he hurriedly covered Harbin's mouth, "How can you talk about such things in public?"

You have to know that in terms of position, these two are both high-ranking officials of the Savior Pope Country, and both hold rather sensitive identities, not something to be randomly discussed.

"Sir Grampwen, you might have been touring outside for too long." Another young monk laughed, "Everyone in the Salvation Army knows about this, only Patrick thinks we don't know."

Pushing Grampwen's hand away, Harbin spat a few times on the ground before saying, "Can't you tell?

The old man let it slip when he got drunk last time; he's managing the grain trade in the south of Jinhe Town and Black Snake Bay. The noblewoman in charge is named Vivian.

We later talked with Perini and Domenico. The noblewoman who gave us the tip last time, who once had an affair with Patrick, is the old grandmother, and her full name is Vivian.

They got together in their thirties. I'm telling the truth, with the younger generation of the Alco Clan, who knows whose bloodline they carry."

"My Saint Master." Grampwen originally thought this would be an ordinary rainy conversation; he didn't expect such explosive gossip news.

But seeing the nonchalant expressions of the monks around him, he knew that this matter was probably common knowledge, only Patrick remains stubbornly in denial.

"Your mind is only filled with the unborn child." Harbin patted Grampwen's arm, "Don't be too closed off, come out and walk around."

"I don't have the mindset... but you're quite concerned, aren't you? You're already thirty this year, why haven't you gotten married yet?" Grampwen asked, watching the carriages passing through the rain.

"Why do you sound like my old man?" Harbin rudely slapped his thigh, "A Dwarf's shaft can still stand firm at fifty, thirty?

Not to mention thirty, my old man's sixty-five and he's still adventuring."

Grampwen was about to speak but then paused and stopped Harbin by the shoulder: "Hey, buddy, I really thought you didn't care about private affairs. So, who's the daughter of that wealthy merchant?"

"What wealthy merchant's daughter?" Harbin was still perplexed; turning his head, he saw a beautifully decorated carriage parked beside the Holy Arrival Hall.

The carriage door opened, revealing warm and soft interiors, and a veiled woman sitting sideways, waving him over.

Harbin's eyes lit up, and he quickly knocked Grampwen's hand off his shoulder: "Don't talk nonsense. This is our big client in the future. That's no woman, that's a heap of gold."