Dear Broom Knight

Although his mind was filled with thoughts, Pat, blocking the doorway, kept shifting her stance, giving the bard from the Church of the Storm no opening.

As for the windows… even though he was badly tricked by his own son, Count Montes still controlled the defensive magic array at the heart of the castle.

The main body of the castle, including the left and right wings, was now surrounded by a barrier of light.

Without Count Montes' permission, no one dared to jump out of the windows.

As for his true identity and power, Alan Marshall would never dare to use them, even if he died here.

The Lord of Storms indeed couldn't pay attention to what the people of the church were doing due to various factors, but that was because they all wore a disguise.

More than thirty years ago, something unknown happened, and the Lord of Storms, who had always been indifferent to worldly affairs, flew into a rage, even stripping dozens of high priests of their divine power!

The Church of the Storm, which could have once slightly challenged the Northern King, had been completely weakened since then.

Unfortunately, although the Lord of Storms still didn't care, he added a layer of shackles to all his clergy… anyone who used his divine magic for evil would be directly stripped of all his gifts.

Clearly, they were thinking of the great Lord, hoping that he could once again overlook the world with a majestic posture, but the Lord was unwilling to see their efforts!

But it didn't matter, even if they had to put in twice the effort, they would still persevere.

The only problem now was, how should he deal with this knight who supposedly had been fighting for more than a decade?

Their levels were similar, but he couldn't use his strongest skills. It was really a bit troublesome!

Alan Marshall pondered for a moment and tentatively unleashed his strongest charm… Cross-class spellcasting wasn't easy in this world, but the Storm's followers could easily learn to manipulate sound with the help of the wind.

He might not be able to merge with music like a true bard, but Alan Marshall could still learn some of the more common skills.

For example, hypnotic patterns that could make enemies lower their guard.

Pat didn't react at all.

Sometimes, she didn't know why the Lord of the High Tower liked her so much, often whispering in her ear.

But Pat still knew a little about what she and the Lord of the High Tower had in common: they really didn't like music with human voices.

Especially the singing of bards.

She didn't feel annoyed and noisy because she was hearing the war songs of the Lord of Storms. Unless it was pure music, she hated it as long as someone was singing.

The Lord of the High Tower seemed to be the same. He could tolerate the sound of instruments, no matter how ordinary, but he would be very annoyed as soon as someone started singing.

He would even find Lowry's harp sounds bearable… Although Lowry's musical talent was indeed good, how good could a beginner be?

At the very least, he had to practice the same piece over and over again.

Pat was actually similar, but she still couldn't understand why a god would be like this.

Of course, such a little quirk wasn't without its benefits.

Pat had always turned a deaf ear to the interference sounds emitted by bards using music.

This kind of music spell was based on soul-level fluctuations, and it didn't mean that one wouldn't be affected just because one didn't understand music.

Even bards who were strong to a certain extent could attack even deaf people.

Therefore, Pat still knew that her attribute was a bit special.

She even suspected that the Lord of the High Tower had always been nice to her because of this innate quirk.

The bard, whose strongest harassment technique had no effect, was now really in trouble.

If he couldn't even get past Pat, then there was no need to mention Lady Agrest, who had been seduced away by someone and could reappear at any time.

Alan Marshall painfully took out the magic scroll he had bought back at a high price, tore it open with a grimace, and threw it directly at the door.

Several fire shockwaves rushed towards Pat from above, below, left, right, and center.

Although this magic scroll released a fourth-circle spell, it was obviously sealed by a higher-level mage.

Not only was it faster and more damaging, but there was even some coordination between the spells.

Otherwise, Pat wouldn't have been hit by two of them… She didn't expect that the weakest spell she thought would knock her towards another, stronger shockwave.

This kind of special magic scroll was basically made by 10th-level mages for their student descendants who didn't have enough mental power. Even if it was circulating outside, the price was comparable to a fifth-circle magic scroll, or even higher.

Of course, the reason why she could think so much was naturally because Pat was unscathed.

She had only lost a little face.

After all, she was really hit against the wall and rolled a few times.

"How… is it possible?" The bard's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, "You… you are definitely not level 10!"

Pat tilted her head: "I seem to have always told people that I was level 8?

Your Church of the Storm does indeed have many ears and eyes, even in the King's army.

Well, anyway, there are only so many people who know about me. If I count them one by one, I can always find that person.

However, I am indeed level 10… it's just, not quite the same as you think."

Pat smiled with narrowed eyes and nonchalantly patted the dust off her body: "So, now, you'd better choose to tell the truth."

Alan Marshall hesitated and took a few steps back, leaning his body against the wall and approaching the window… Although the magic array outside the window was very fierce, if it was absolutely necessary, he might be able to risk a serious injury to try it.

Then, he suddenly straightened up and looked back at the wall in surprise, even touching it a few times.

"You, you, you! It's actually the High Tower!" He stammered a few times before he could speak clearly, "How is it possible? Haven't you been in the army for more than ten years?

You replaced Pat… no no no, Lady Agrest is level 12, you don't have that ability!

How is it possible?"

He was really scared this time.

Lady Agrest's confidants might not care about their Church of the Storm secretly attacking the Montes family, but the High Tower Church would never let go of a Storm priest.