After Reincarnating as a Villain-faced B-class Adventurer in the Game, I Picked up the Protagonist and His Childhood Friend - Chapter 36

“W-W-Wait! If you kill me,  the church will not be silent. Yes, yes, I’ll get you the money, what do you think…”

“I don’t need it”

“So, then women…”

“I’m not interested”

“The post of the Holy Knight, ah, if you are good enough, the fourth seat… no, even the second seat…”

This guy is persistent. There’s nothing wrong with being dirty, but if you want to make a deal, choose the right person to deal with.

Also, is it really that easy to become a Holy Knight?

“Money, women, status. You’re offering me a very worldly deal…. Don’t worry, as long as you get your alimony, we’ll call it off.”

Hearing my words, the bishop, who until a few moments ago had been pale and trembling, changed his expression to one of hope.

“Oh, oh! I knew it was money, no, no, no, it’s not a bad thing at all. Money is very important for life…So, how much should I pay…?”

Ha-ha-ha, he’s got a funny way of putting it, doesn’t he?

You really think you can get away with trying to kidnap someone’s family?

“How much? …Well, yeah, they’re paying me a little more.”

“Eh? “

“… well, no way…”

“Wait, wait! At least I won’t mess with you or your family anymore! Please, help me!”

The bishop’s face became unsure, and the knights realized what it meant.

It’s a pity, but I have no intention of letting anyone live.

Also, it doesn’t matter, you’ve been abandoned, Bishop.

“What on earth are you afraid of? According to your doctrine, if we follow god’s teachings and do good deeds, we will have eternal happiness in a world without hunger and war after death, right?”

The whole thing is totally shady. Moreover, the believers are not like this ….

“If you have nothing to feel guilty about, you can die in peace, right? If you have something to be guilty of, you have to pay for it, right?”

So

I’ll take your lives as compensation. Good for you, you got off cheap.”

I cut off the heads of the two knights dyed in despair.

Aren’t you ashamed to take on an opponent who can’t resist?

No, not at all.

I don’t make the mistake of showing mercy to our enemies and letting them take me off my feet. And I don’t misjudge what I’m defending.

“Ah… ah… please, please, no, please! Help me, I don’t want to die!”

The bishop, at this stage of his life, clasps his hands together and pleads with us. But contrary to his desperate attitude, there is still a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes. Is there something behind it?

“No, I’m not the one you should be praying to. Even god is tired of waiting for you, so die gracefully.”

This guy doesn’t need hope. I raise my sword to end this quickly.

“Oh, wait, Gray.”

I’m suddenly stopped by Harsalia.

“What?”

“I thought I should give this to him before he dies.”

With these words, Harsalia takes out three necklaces of a true cross with a blue stone in the center, the symbol of the church, from her bosom.

The necklace is dotted with blood stains, implying the fact that the owner of the necklace is no longer in this world.

The bishop stared at the necklace with wide eyes.

“I-I don’t think that’s…”

“It belonged to your attendants who were waiting for you. I let the horses go, so there’s no carriage. …You have a teleport stone, right?”

The transfer stone is a magical tool as the name suggests, but it is ridiculously expensive and the maximum distance that can be transferred is only 2000 meters…or 2 km. Moreover, it is disposable, making it a poor cost-effective alternative.

In other words, the bishop intended to teleport to the waiting carriage with the teleportation stone hidden in the robe he was wearing, and then flee back to his own country.

Well, I asked Harsalia to destroy that one first.

Even if they’re non-combatants, I have no intention of letting them escape.

“Gyaah!”

Seeing an opportunity, the bishop tries to take something out of his sleeve, so I cut off his arm. The red stone…the transfer stone falls to the ground together with the bishop’s arm.

Oh come on…you hadn’t given up yet.

“You’re a persistent bastard. Enough of your persistence and die.”

Moaning in pain, I decapitated the bishop who was desperately using healing magic on his severed arm.

Unlike you, who was still trying to say something but all you have left to do is die, we still have things to do.

Harsalia tilts her head lightly as I pick up the transition stone.

“Are you selling it?”

“No, with this we can move the corpses of this guy and others to an appropriate place. The goblins will handle the rest.”

A transfer stone would sell for a lot of money, but you never know where it will find its feet.

well before that.

“Hey, you, don’t pretend to fall asleep. You’re awake.”