Macal was a standard Paladin of the Church of Dawn.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be so easily reassigned.

But Ogre had the Knight of Discipline's badge as proof.

The significance of that was entirely different.

Ogre's excuse was that the badge belonged to a deceased great knight from Notabond City, who wished for it to be returned to his homeland before he died.

Ogre fabricated his identity as the niece of the great knight—a relative.

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There were certainly loopholes, but verifying them would take time, and perhaps no one would bother to check.

As long as Yard didn't see the badge, it would be fine.

In his current state, Ogre didn't believe anyone could recognize him.

Apart from the dandelion badge and some gold coins, everything else that could reveal Ogre's identity had been buried and dealt with, including the gun given by Foucault.

"Miss Geling, please."

Looking at the pitiful girl, Macal felt a surge of sympathy.

He had heard that this poor nun was almost captured and humiliated by goblins.

Fortunately, adventurers intervened.

If such a thing had happened, he would definitely have gone to eliminate those ugly creatures!

"Mm..."

Ogre made a few simple sounds; he wasn't pretending to be completely mute.

Pretending to be completely mute was too exhausting and prone to mistakes.

A half-mute combined with clumsy sign language was just right.

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