As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime Chapter 123 – The Elf Guess

Saint Servant, brightly lit.

The moonlight shone on it, as if it did not dare to compete with it.

In this quiet night, only one family made a noise that ruined the atmosphere.

In Monn's villa.

Ace took the Angel's Horn from Monn's hand.

Her eyes widened, and she stared at it for a long time.

She couldn't put it down.

Monn watched the workers redecorate his bathroom.

He was afraid that the workers would cut corners.

They even raised the price of the materials.

For this, Monn did his homework early.

It was worth it and he used the Holy Power to record the price of almost all the materials in his mind,

In order to not spend extra money.

Alma sat at the dining table and ate the cake that Ace bought for her.

She looked at Monn's back innocently.

There was still a little cream at the corner of her mouth.

It made her look a little silly.

Monn turned his head slightly, and Alma immediately lowered her head, pretending to eat the cake obediently.

Monn shook his head helplessly.

Of course, Monn had no intention of blaming Elma.

After all, the Holy Maiden Fruit had suddenly given Alma the power of Mithril Rank.

As a child, it was normal for Alma to be unable to control it.

Not to mention a child.

Any normal adult male would also be unable to control himself when he suddenly obtained a power far beyond his own.

So this was a very normal thing.

What was wrong was that Monn had not thought of this.

That was what led to this situation.

So, Monn really deserved to have to spend his money…

Ace put down the Angel's Horn and gently touched Alma's hair.

Although it was not Alma's fault,

Alma was blaming herself in her heart.

Ace touched her head, expressing comfort.

Preston.

The moonlight revealed the horns on their heads.

The werewolves finally transformed, and they turned around.

Unfortunately, they saw that the Paladins were chatting and laughing in the circle of flames, gobbling up meat.

They couldn't help but grit their teeth in hatred.

They had ruthlessly attacked them during the day, but at night, they laughed it off?

How could there be such a good thing!

But when they looked at the flames fluttering in the wind, they could only stare blankly, with no courage to take a step forward.

This situation made them feel even more aggrieved.

At this moment, heavy footsteps suddenly came from behind the werewolves.

The werewolves turned around and looked.

It was General Morris, who had not been to the front line of the battlefield for many days.

To be honest, the werewolves still had some complaints about General Morris.

Their brothers fought hard on the battlefield, opening up territory for the werewolves.

But as a General, you were enjoying delicacies at the back, in a safe place?

In the end, if the human city was taken down, the whole territory would be yours?

How could the werewolves not complain?

But now, the situation was reversed.

The humans found such a strong cardinal from G.o.d knows where.

Now, they couldn't even break through his flames, let alone take over the city.

Who knows, they may be chased away from Preston one day.

Now, since all the credit was gone, Morris could be scolded, or even fired.

This made them gloat in their hearts.

However, they still hoped that the werewolves would be able to conquer the human city.

After all, this was almost every werewolf's dream.

Some werewolves couldn't help but complain, “It's better to let Zach be the general.”

Of course, the werewolf was complaining in his heart.

He was not stupid enough to say such words in front of Morris.

Then he would be kicked to death by Morris?

Morris did not know what the werewolves were thinking.

He looked at the calm flame from afar.

He did not need to get close.

Being at the Advanced-Level Holy Rank, he could see the terrifying aura in the flame at a glance.

Now, Morris finally understood why the werewolf army did not dare to take a step forward.

Before they even stepped in, they would probably be already be burned to ashes.

He looked at the silver one-handed sword that stood in the middle of the flames.

The obscure runes on it made his hair stand on end, and a sense of danger instantly surged in his heart.

This situation immediately made him pale with fright.

Even from such a far distance, it still gave him a sense of danger.

This showed the power of this sword.

This was definitely not an ordinary sword!

Could it be a divine weapon?

This thought made him apprehensive.

He narrowed his wolf eyes and carefully observed.

He found that those obscure runes seemed familiar.

After thinking for a while, Morris suddenly realized something.

Wasn't this the language of the elves?

Although he couldn't understand what it meant, Morris, who had lived for so long, had seen the language of the elves before.

He immediately had an absurd idea.

Could it be that the elves had allied with the humans?

As soon as this idea appeared, Morris hurriedly shook his head.

He threw this impossible thought out the window.

After all, other than the goblins, the elves hated humans the most.

The greedy humans would always grab their beautiful elf girls when they were not paying attention, and they would become captive playthings.

Because of this, the elves did not think well of humans.

How could they possibly ally with the humans?

Although they did not know why the sword that was engraved with Elvish runes had fallen into the hands of the humans,

It was definitely not voluntary by the elves.

This was the only thing that he could firmly believe.

“General, this… This fire, how should we deal with it?”

Seeing that Morris had been staring at the sword since he came here, he did not say anything.

Some of the werewolves couldn't help but ask.

During the day, they were beaten terribly by the humans.

At night, their time finally came.

But the humans just stayed there and didn't come out.

This made them angry.

It was at this time that General Morris came.

Could it be that there was a way?

Thinking of this, the werewolves looked at Morris expectantly.

Their thoughts were interrupted by someone.

Only then did Morris come back to his senses.

When he saw the werewolves' expectant eyes, as well as the question just now.

For no reason, a trace of anger rose in Morris's heart.

This anger came from the flame.

Because he also had no way.

This situation made him feel ashamed and angry.

Especially in front of so many werewolf subordinates, it was extremely shameful and anger-inducing.

He shook his arm and roared angrily, “What are you looking at! I'm just here to take a look! If I had a way, would I have waited until now?”

The werewolves were instantly disappointed.

There were even a few 'huff' sounds coming from somewhere in the pack.

It was as if they were mocking Morris.

With Morris's Advanced-Level Holy Rank strength, how could he not hear who was making the sound.

His wolf eyes narrowed, but he did not explode on the spot.

Instead, he just suddenly laughed.