After waiting for about half an hour, the door to the room was pushed open, and a young man with short white ear-length hair walked in. He waved to the man familiarly and said hello.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Magician, I think you are one of the Masters participating in this Holy Grail War."
The white-haired priest said straight to the point, put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and showed a smile on his face.
"My name is Sangrade Fane, and I am the supervisor of this Holy Grail War. If you encounter any difficulties, you can ask me for help."
He raised his head, looked into the man's eyes, paused, stretched out his palm, and continued.
"Of course, the Church's help is limited. If it is related to the Holy Grail War, I cannot intervene. After all, it would be unfair. In this Holy Grail War, the Church maintains a fair and neutral position."
"Magician, Hardy."
The man gently held Father Fawn's outstretched hand, but he separated after just a touch. Although the priest in front of him looked very honest, he instinctively felt repelled by him.
There was a reptilian temperament beneath that simple and honest appearance, and although the priest in front of him was well hidden, Hardy keenly noticed the indifference beneath his smile.
Hardy has seen this kind of indifference in many people. All of them are executioners whose hands are stained with life. For them, ending life is as easy and natural as eating and drinking.
[You really can’t be fooled by the appearance of those in the church...]
He thought to himself, subconsciously recalling the youth pastors from before. Although they seemed to be about the same age, the degree of difficulty was quite different.
"Then may I take the liberty of asking, Mr. Hardy, which class of servant you summoned? Our church will have to record the details of the Holy Grail War."
Father Fawn didn't seem to feel the rejection and wariness in Hardy's heart, and he still looked enthusiastic.
"Sorry, this is confidential."
Hardy refused Fine's request without hesitation.
Although the Holy Church and the Magic Association have reached cooperation in this Holy Grail War, this does not mean that the Holy Church is trustworthy, and to be honest, Hardy does not trust the Magic Association very much.
If the church knows the class of the servant he summoned, there will be a risk of leakage. At that time, other masters will make arrangements for the class of their servants, and the only thing waiting for him is the tragic ending of withdrawing from the Holy Grail War.
"Yeah……"
Father Fawn's expression seemed a little darker, but he soon returned to his previous enthusiasm.
"Although I had expected it, I am still a little disappointed to be rejected, but it is nothing. If it were me, I would not let others know such confidential information, hahaha——"
"So is there anything else?"
Hardy waved his hand and interrupted Father Fawn. He did not want to continue to tangle with this guy here. Today was the first day of the Holy Grail War, and there were still many things to do.
"Just sign your name here and register."
Father Fawn patted his head, took out a thick notebook from somewhere, and at the same time took out a pen from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Register?"
Hardy frowned slightly, opened the registration book, and found that there were two more lines of words on it. However, they were obscured by magic, and the words could not be seen clearly. All he could see was a hazy dark gray.
"what are these?"
He pointed to those two lines and asked Father Fawn.
"Those are the names signed by other masters. Although you came very early, Mr. Hardy, there are already two masters registered in the Holy Church. You are the third one so far."
Father Fawn explained with a smile.
Hardy nodded, then picked up the pen and made a routine check to make sure there were no traps before writing his name in the registration book.
At the same time, he also activated his own magic eye. Although it was only a fake that had been artificially modified, it was no less functional than most natural magic eyes.
He looked at the two lines of writing on it, trying to see through the hazy barrier, but he failed. It seemed to be covered by powerful magic, and his own magic eyes were not enough to break through it.
"alright."
After writing his name, he returned the registration book to Father Fawn.
"Then I would like to congratulate you in advance on your victory in this Holy Grail War."
Father Fine still had that smile on his face.
"hope so."
Hardy turned around and left. He did not stay too much at the Holy Church. He only came here to register. Saying hello to the people in the church too much would only cause unnecessary trouble for himself.
Watching his leaving figure, Father Fawn's eyes flickered, and the smile on his face gradually solidified, with a touch of disdain appearing on his face.
"The Lord said that you should be careful and guard yourself against all greed. You are really miserable pagans. If you pursue the Holy Grail with greed, don't you know that greedy people will have nothing."
"But those who are not greedy will have nothing."
The door on the opposite side of the corridor was pushed open, and a young man in casual clothes walked out leisurely with his hands in his pockets. He leaned against the door frame and looked at Father Fawn with a smile on his lips.
He had brown-black hair, eyes of the same color, and a tall figure. He was holding a Bible in his hand and was flipping through it casually.
"Therefore the Lord said not to store up wealth on earth."
"Okay, okay, you win this time, but you also know that I am not interested in this kind of thing, Sangrede."
The young man curled his lips and didn't take it seriously, then closed the Bible in his hand and threw it aside.
"By the way, that guy's name is Hardy, right? He looks like a magician from the Middle East. Maybe it's a fake name."
"It should be his real name. I didn't feel any signs that he was lying, and the magic circle was not touched, but Hardy should be just part of his name. You know those country bumpkins in the Middle East, their names are always different.
very long."
The kindness on Father Fawn's face disappeared, replaced by a strong sense of disgust.
"It seems that guy still has Eastern blood in his body, which is even more disgusting. To be honest, I am not racist, I just discriminate against Eastern people."
"No, no, Sangrede, you have never discriminated against anyone."
The young man bit down on the word "person" and continued.
"Can Easterners really be considered humans? They only deserve to be with those black monkeys. They are all examples of incomplete evolution and are just monkeys that look like humans."
"Hahaha, you are right, Nicholas, I admit it."
The two people looked at each other and smiled, and it was self-evident what they were thinking.