The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing

The next day.

In the small town of Seidian, it was raining continuously.

The cold rain beat on the old damp tower, and the water droplets slowly seeped into the castle along the walls. The ivy swayed its shadow outside the window sill, and the firelight of the fireplace cast a shadow on the faces of all the saints.

At this moment, there is still a meeting belonging to the saints being held.

The person presiding over this meeting is Knight Rosen of the Temple of Order, who has the status of chief priest; sitting next to him are the top leaders of the Druid Sect and the Alchemy Church, who are priests and viscounts respectively.

This fortress is also the residence of Viscount Sedine.

The saints sitting on the round table are all representatives of various sects, as well as the captains of each team - usually the top picks in the first two exams.

".A total of only ten teams have arrived."

Rosen's handsome face was a little heavy, and his eyes swept over the saints on the round table one by one.

Personality certification is also part of the exam. The saints who lost to the esoteric cultists are not even qualified to enter Naraku.

Just from the start, nearly half of the Saints were eliminated.

All the captains on the round table looked unhappy.

The lack of manpower is secondary.

What's more serious is that this stronghold of the Painful Secret Cult is too difficult to capture, and it is even impossible to capture it from the outside.

According to the scouts’ investigations over the past few days,

Alchemy matrices are set up everywhere in this stronghold, and the surrounding areas are even connected with alchemical wires. There are esoteric cultists patrolling every night.

The secret sect's stronghold probably has several hunting dogs, and they can smell the strong scent.

There is also no communication between the inside of the stronghold and the outside world.

Not even a fly can fly in.

There is also a top level 4 legion commander sitting inside.

Everyone is aware of the difficulty of this assessment.

"Where is the representative of the Glorious Holy See, where is Ansu Morningstar?" Although he was quite reluctant, someone still called out Ansu's name.

Faced with this helpless situation, we can only rely on the despicable means that border people are good at.

"Him?" Someone at the round table sneered, "We haven't seen him since we entered the world."

"Do you still count on him? They probably didn't even pass the personality test."

"Just a border man playing tricks."

The person who said this was Alice Sean, Viscount Seden and the top scholar of the Alchemy Church. She was wearing a dark noble spun yarn dress and had a delicate face.

"Your cousin Ashley Sean also views the border people in this way."

Reverend Shana held up her cheeks, half-squinted her eyes, and said lazily, "But she apologized in the end."

"Don't mention my cousin to me!" Alice said like a cat with explosive fur.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Rosen gently knocked on the edge of the table, making a thumping sound.

All the saints suddenly fell silent.

As Order Knight Rosen, a quasi-third-level paladin, he has such prestige.

"Order does not need losers to maintain it." His magnetic low voice sounded, "If Ansu and the others failed to pass the test, they have failed to live up to the expectations of the order and are already losers."

"Even if they come here, they can't do anything."

The God of Order gave Ansu the title of God's Grant, which was also unseemly for the new generation of the Holy See of Order.

The title of his own god was taken away by a saint from another sect.

"He cannot enter the heavily guarded Pain Cadre School, he cannot enter the secret sect's headquarters with dignity, he cannot conquer the cunning and cruel Pain Cultists, he cannot subdue the arrogant enemies with trickery, and he cannot guard order - and these things, We will do it!”

Rosen's tone gradually became more passionate, "We will definitely do it too!"

"We are gathering the team of knights in the lord's land and soldiers from the town to crush them from the front. We are about to rebuild a new order!"

His solemn speech immediately attracted applause and cheers from the saints, who all lamented that this is what saints should be like.

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The rain stopped at dusk.

Ansu led Arthur and the two of them and walked uprightly in the middle of the avenue of the Painful Cadre School.

The way they walked was even a bit swaggering.

The three of them were uniformly dressed in the second-level military uniforms of the Painful Secret Cult. Their sleek dark black cloaks fluttered in the wind. The residual autumn rain dripped down their smooth long military boots. Their pure white military caps were adorned with a skull logo.

With neat steps and a straight waist, his military boots stepped into the puddles, causing ripples after waves.

And all the first-order believers who were passing by saw the three of them from a distance, and they all made way for them. The cunning and cruel Pain Mystic cultists lowered their proud heads, not daring to look at them.

"Hello, Ansu-senpai!"

There were even freshmen who bowed straight and waited until Ansu had gone far before they dared to straighten up.

In the past week, the names of the Three Masters of Pain have spread more and more widely. Their unique way of suffering has gradually convinced the local believers of suffering. Some freshmen have begun to study the pain of these three people. The way comes.

At present, it is vaguely divided into three factions:

The alphabet school of pain and pleasure, the naked Nandong school of excitement, and the shameful and coquettish school of leaking urine.

The second-level seniors, most of whom were infiltrators, all regarded the Ansu trio as the Sharp trio of the first team.

It's just because he has a secret mission that it's not convenient for him to reveal his identity. He's also in awe and fear of him. He doesn't dare to find trouble and is afraid of damaging the organization's major events.

They all regard it as the future of the painful cadre school.

But now, the future of these three organizations are walking towards a place with murderous aura, their aura is windy as they walk, and everyone retreats for a moment, not daring to compete with them.

How to destroy and torture these esoteric cultists?

At the worst, you have to interfere with their training, weaken their combat effectiveness, and contribute to the crusade in order to gain points.

How can we intensify the torture on them?

One day ago, when Ansu raised this question, both Liszt and Arthur were silent.

they do not know.

What they have done so far is not enough, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Their research on the way of pain has not reached the extreme, and they can't think of a way to do it.

The defenses of the Painful Cadre School are impeccable.

Poison?

This is impossible to do, the food in the cafeteria is tightly sealed.

Should we be in harmony with the saints outside?

Although they look good on the surface, they are not qualified to communicate with the outside world.

Assassination?

This is also impossible.

Because the main areas of the cadre school are equipped with magic eyes, once they are assassinated, they will be exposed, and once they are exposed, they will die.

All Tantric cultists can only move around within the main campus, because there are only fifteen minutes of free time each day at noon and afternoon, and eating, hygiene, and sleeping are all managed uniformly.

Every day is just a cycle of four o'clock and one line: canteen, bathroom, dormitory, classroom.

This is also nonsense.

If this procrastination continues, Ansu and the others will end up with zero points.

But at this time, Ansu, the painful confidant, proposed a solution.

The first phase of the plan is about to be implemented,

They are about to reach that place - the public washroom!

There is only one large public washroom in the entire Painful Secret Cult, which is only open during free time for first- and second-level students to wash up and solve personal problems - the instructors have their own separate bathroom.

The only public restroom is open only twice a day for fifteen minutes.

Among the temporary holy relics that Anzu obtained, there is something called the 'Goddess' Talisman', which can increase the number of times the god-given title is granted once a day.

With a calm smile on his lips, Ansu slowly opened the door to the public restroom.

There are many believers inside.

Look, this is how the Way of Order is used!

Ansu randomly selected a cubicle, opened the door and walked in. After quickly solving his personal problems, he whispered in a voice that no one could hear:

"This place is a public area."

"The star of order."

"Give the law."

He said solemnly and solemnly,

——"Open defecation is prohibited here."

On this day, I don’t know why,

All the Mystics of Pain,

all painfully

Constipated.