Before the fortress, a diverse assembly of individuals from various races gathered, forming a long queue, patiently awaiting entry into the venue.

Fong house surveyed the crowd and noted the presence of orcs, humans, fairies with dragonfly wings, and stout dwarves among others.

He also spotted members of Domiga Eskin, the lizard folk.

However, it was evident that Ditiga was unfamiliar with them.

The two exchanged glances but offered no reaction.

Fong Hao and his companions quietly joined the line.

Yet their presence sparked considerable conversation.

Although they dressed in ordinary attire, their unusual combination drew attention while others attended the auction in groups representative of their races.

His party comprised humans, orcs, lizard folk, and a strikingly handsome figure cloaked in black.

Arousing suspicion of a hidden identity, the onlookers cast curious glances and whispered among themselves.

Fong how paid little mind to the murmurss around him.

Here, fighting was prohibited, and even if danger lurked, Domiga and Rolana were more than capable of ensuring his safety with the option to teleport back to their territory if necessary.

They waited in silence as the line progressed slowly.

Behind them, several other factions joined the queue.

Suddenly, one individual caught Fong.

and how s attention.

He too noticed Fong Hao.

Their eyes met, both recognizing the Lord s insignia at their waists, momentarily taken aback.

This individual was a tall man with long black hair, a prominent nose, and deep set blue eyes, exuding a mixed heritage of Asian and European descent.

He dawned a heavy sky blue robe adorned with intricate patterns of suns, falcons, flowers, and wings.

A top his head rested a tall blue hat embellished with a Suncross emblem accompanied by members of the ecclesiastical order.

His affiliation was not difficult to surmise.

Fongo scrutinized him and the man reciprocated the observation.

They exchanged nods.

Yet no words were exchanged.

Rana noticing the interaction spoke softly.

Don't tell me you recognize a saint of the church.

A saint? What is that? Fong how retorted, discerning that the man held a distinct status within the church.

To represent the church at this auction signifies a person of considerable status.

Even if one were to refer to them as a saint or a holy figure, they would grasp the meaning of saint.

A disciple perhaps you're unaware.

How then do you know that individual? Lorena inquired, pushing back her hood, her face a wash with curiosity.

I do not know him well.

We merely exchanged nods and greeting.

You do not comprehend the nuances of male camaraderie, Fonga replied.

Lorena shot him a sideways glance.

What is a saint? She pressed.

According to their church's doctrine, a saint is a disciple of the holy figures or a follower of the church's teachings.

Once selected, they hold a significant position within the ecclesiastical hierarchy.

Lorena succinctly explained, though her knowledge was limited.

The church and the eternal knight share a contentious relationship, albeit not one fraught with tension, even amidst conflict.

There exists the possibility of negotiation and resolution through contracts.

However, an encounter between the church and the immortal undead is invariably a prelude to violence.

The church's saints are adherence of its philosophy while Fongo belongs to the undead faction of rapidly rising talent.

Their divergent beliefs render their relationship akin to that of sworn enemies.

The mere act of greeting one another left Lorena utterly astonished.

How did he attain the status of a saint? Fonhow continued his inquiries.

Evidently, opportunities abound for others beyond himself.

He mused, recalling the swift ascent of Utian, who had established the Ton Alliance.

Today, he had also encountered a saint, someone of notable standing within the church.

How would I know? Is there only one saint in the church? What extent of authority do they wield? Can they mobilize armies? Funhao pondered aloud.

It is said that a total of 12 saints are chosen with each undergoing rigorous election based on faith and capability, ultimately resulting in one being designated as the next pope.

Such prestige.

Do you think I should cultivate a rapport with him? If he becomes pope, it would be rather awkward for him to turn against us.

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The sale of the power plan.

Upon hearing Fongha<unk>s words, Luana was left speechless.

"Do you even know him?" she inquired with curiosity.

"Not particularly well, but I can navigate the connections.

" Funhao responded, shielding herself from the glaring sunlight.

Lu Alana remarked, "You possess sufficient capability to eliminate him.

There are more than just one saint.

The church would hardly be in an uproar over the demise of a single individual.

With 12 saints in total, they're all competitors.

If one were to perish, the remaining 11 might even rejoice.

Lana's immediate inclination was towards assassination, which was hardly unexpected given their adversarial relationship.

Clandestine eliminations would not invoke any sense of guilt.

Funo shook his head.

Let it go.

He hasn't provoked us, and there's no need for such measures.

To him, the distinction between himself and the saints lay in their affiliations with different factions.

He harbored no deep-seated enmity.

"How disgraceful for the undead," Luolana muttered softly.

The line of people continued to inch forward.

At that moment, another group of orcs appeared behind them.

Among these orcs was a man with black hair and eyes, who also bore a lord's book at his waist.

This man appeared to be of similar age to Fongghao and seemed to have consumed stamina potions.

His physical prowess was commendable.

It seemed that as time passed, an increasing number of lords were rapidly advancing through various opportunities and means.

Fong Hoa was not the sole individual experiencing growth.

This man was distinct from Fong How and the saint of the church, trailing closely behind the orcs.

He whispered with an ingratiating demeanor.

The leading orc, exhibiting a dark crimson hue, belonged to a demonic lineage.

Fur chest, it could be discerned that she was a female orc.

As a black-haired man approached, he soon spotted the saint and Fong Ho.

After exchanging a few hushed words with the female orc, he made his way directly to the saint to engage in conversation.

After a brief discussion, he turned and stroed purposefully towards Fong Ho.

Upon nearing Fong Ho, the man beamed with a smile.

I am Tang Xi.

May I ask how you are dressed, brother? Fongghao wished to remain incognito in this setting, especially with the church saint not far off casting glances in their direction.

Those within the channel were aware of his connections to the undead.

Revealing his name could easily attract the church's attention and lead to complications.

Thus, he simply replied, "Fool, Fongghao adopted the name Fule.

" Even in this new realm, many shared the same name, alleviating any concern that the other party might seek out the real Fu lay based solely on the name.

Tangi's face lit up with a smile.

I never anticipated that after 2 months of crossing over, I would encounter a fellow countryman here.

It is truly remarkable indeed.

Funa responded with a smile.

Surviving is no small feat.

You, my brother, seem to be quite fortunate, having arrived near a human city, enjoying better provisions than I.