Capítulo 341: Existence of the Satan's vessel

In the room, there were already seven people, including Nicholas and Ottar, indicating they were the last to arrive.

"Even if that person dies, everything is the will of the gods," declared the man named Wycliffe. His physique might not match Ottar's in size, but he was equally robust. Adorned in a northern region church fur jacket, his light green, almost white hair framed a face with red eyes and a prominent scar decoration. His spiked hair contrasted with the long, tied strands at the back.

"You cannot take the name of a god for granted," Nicholas retorted as he walked in, taking a seat in one of the prepared chairs.

"Servants of the gods like us should be clean of all sin. Yes... the church should need people like you, Nicholas. But you disappointed the gods by choosing this murderer as a Paladin," Wycliffe remarked.

"Pfft... a murderer, you say?" Ottar scoffed. "I believe that we are not too different, my friend. The Lone Punisher, Heilig Wyclieff."