Lord of Glory

roar! This miserable and poor-looking priest was very rich! The mercenaries, who came here to make money, all stared greedily at the scrawny Paladin.

“Look at his form,” the mage O'Neil, who had kept his head down the entire time, said hoarsely.

The old man looked at Paladin in pity, as if it was over for Paladin.
He slowly said, “What is your name? Where are you from? The Grand Duke ordered that those who stay in the towns at the border are required to register.”

“Paladin Flamel.”

“Paladin…
eh? Ah!”

The old man nodded slightly when he wrote Paladin's name on the paper.
But then, he came to a halt.
It was as if he recalled something about the surname.
Throwing away the quill in fright, he looked at Paladin in surprise and asked cautiously, “My lord, what did you say your name is?”

“It’s Paladin Flamel.”

“My Enos! It's the nobleman!” The old man jumped up in terror.

The mercenaries also exchanged surprised glances.
Paladin, on the other hand, calmly took out a badge from his cuff, which depicted a lion kneeling on top of straws.
It turned out to be the emblem of the Flamel household!

“Master, please, please!” The old man’s attitude shifted, he began bootlicking.
He was inviting Paladin to go upstairs, but Paladin abruptly came to a halt.
He turned around to look at the mercenaries, who had regretful expressions on their faces, and said, “As you can see, I'm a priest on his way to the church.
Nurba is my destination.
Are there any brave warriors who are willing to escort this God’s servant to Nurba? Of course, you'll be financially compensated.”

Paladin’s attitude could be described as neither humble nor overbearing.
He showed genuine elegance.
No one in the room doubted his true identity.

Hearing that, the mercenaries' previously regretful eyes instantly lit up.
This was a fantastic opportunity to be acquainted with a nobleman! Although information about them was scarcely leaked, it was widely known that anyone who murdered a noble would be hanged.
Still, being able to curry favor with a nobleman was also a valuable invisible asset.
Although it couldn't be said, some benefits could be obtained from this.

Just when the large group of mercenaries were about to make a move, the mage O'Neill, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly nodded.
When Orkney saw this, he immediately stood up and exclaimed, “My lord, how can these trash who can't even hold a dagger escort you? Allow us to protect you all the way there.

The mercenaries who were present immediately glared at them.
However, they quickly dropped the idea of teaching those people a lesson after seeing the mage, O'Neill, slowly rose to his feet with sparks flickering on his fingertips.

“Mage, that's a mage! Don't give up your life here just for the sake of a mere job!”

Paladin narrowed his eyes imperceptibly when he saw the mercenaries surrounding him dared not speak out.
He was hoping to hire some of these common mercenaries.
They could be used as material to refine the Philosopher's Stone on the journey.

Given that the mage's team had offered themselves and that the mage had more than 200 magic elements floating around him, it'd be extremely difficult for Paladin to deal with them on his own.
If he didn't agree to their offer right now, it'd seem very strange.
It'd be suspicious if he turned down a powerful team in order to hire ordinary mercenaries to protect him, a noble.
Even though he was essentially a curious person, he was aware that his false identity would be put at risk.

In this brief moment, when Paladin was contemplating countermeasures in his mind, a sense of crisis pierced his heart.
It felt like ice had directly hit his face.
Paladin's expression instantly changed.
When he turned his head to look, he noticed that the tavern's windows were dazzlingly bright.
It was as if hundreds of magic lamps exploded at the same time.

The strange thing was that none of the people present noticed anything unusual, the dazzling white light, for example.
Only the mage, O'Neill, who was shrouded in a black robe, raised his lowered head.
He appeared to be a little tense, completely the opposite of his previous silence and calmness!