The Temple Island in the north of Novigri.

In the hall of eternal fire as bright as day and warm as spring.

Archbishop Cyrus Engelkand Heimfa sat on the backrest chair with orange flame emblems above the stone staircase directly in front of the hall. His face covered with old-spots looked kindly at the eight people below the stone steps-

Sheriff in black, fur hat, whip in Pelamiya, and seven temple guards of Eternal Fire.

The Archbishop's vicissitudes of life are filled with admiration.

"In the past two years, Novigre has greatly improved public security under your management, and the small evils of cheating and stealing have been reduced by half. The once rampant population transactions have disappeared... The whole city has become safer and prosperous, and the church is increasingly recognized and loved by citizens. The number of believers in the entire Novigre has increased by 20% compared to two years ago. This has promoted the efficiency of my publicity on the eternal fire outside."

He looked at the sheriff with admiration, "You have made great contributions to the church."

"Mr. Sellers is over-reputation. All of this is your credit. Under your wise guidance, I can follow the light path, eradicate the darkness of the world, and let the holy flames shine on the earth," Schappelle bent down and said modestly. On his cheeks with mottled red dots, the eyes that reflected the metallic color were gone, and indifferently looked at the Archbishop, full of admiration, like a child who worshiped his brother.

The old man nodded.

"You have served me for ten years. Most of my former sheriffs will be eroded by darkness after less than two or three years, and will be blinded by prosperity, bewitched by greed, and betray the eternal fire. And you are really rare..."

A complex color shot out from his muddy eyes, with a hint of reluctance, and a tone paused.

"Shapele, pray again."

"As for the order, sir!" Shapele raised his head, and the cold face shone with a holy light. He looked at the huge eternal fire portrait on the dark gold wall behind the temple, and recited the prayer passionately.

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to the night when he was tortured by the memory in his mind that life was worse than death, and was saved by the eternal fire.

"Flame protects the world. Those who stand in the light will never be harmed by evil.

The flame washes the filth. Just like burning a thick and sore wound, the soul that has committed evil sins must also be purified by the flame.

No one can control the flame. Those who block the flames from going to the way are playing with fire and burning themselves.

If you dare to touch a finger in front of the flame, the flame will burn it to ashes.

The flame ignites the darkness, and the evil hidden in the shadows will appear under the light of the flames, and those who hide evil in the darkness will be burned before the flames.

Brothers and sisters, let us pray together. The flames protect the world and boil the dirty!

Flame protects the world and warms the road!

The flame purifies evil and dissipates evil!”

The seven Eternal Fire Guards echoed loudly, and the sound waves echoed throughout the hall of the temple, which was sensational.

The burning brazier on the platform was inspired by mystery, and Mars jumped and exploded.

"Shapele, you are good at everything, but you do something a little disappointing." The Archbishop nodded with satisfaction, his face suddenly turned solemn, his palms crossed his chest, supported his chin, and stared at the sheriff with his eyes, with a stern look in his eyes, "Why have Novigres have more and more inhuman races in the past two years, dwarves, elves, elves mixed races, mutants, and herbal doctors who use magic tricks, Bu Mengzhe..."

"They occupy almost the entire southeastern city. If you take five steps on the street, you can see one of them. Their number and proportion have broken the inherent balance of Nou City! Let me tell me why?"

A silence suddenly appeared in the hall.

Schappel's face remained calm and said calmly.

"Master Bishop, the inhuman race has been living honestly under the supervision of Eternal Fire, never hurting anyone, and is more law-abiding than the gang members in the city, so I don't think it is necessary to suppress them. It will only backfire to arouse their resistance and rebelliousness."

"And shouldn't the eternal fire shine on the world and guide sentient beings to see equally?"

"Shapele!" The old man suddenly slapped the handrail with his left hand and spitted in a hoarse voice, "Inhuman race, non-human race, they are not the same as humans. The dwarfs have always admired the Holy Mountain of Mahakan, and the elves secretly always want to restore their long-destroyed kingdom. People who play magic and witchcraft also like to play with people's hearts."

"And mutants, not to mention, are a group of cold-blooded butchers who prefer interests, walking around and connecting all evil together!

The witch hunter is the leader of all evil!

Their crimes have long been engraved in their genes and bloodlines, and they will never truly believe in the eternal fire! Nowadays, self-obsession is all disguise. When there are enough people of the same kind, they will reveal their true colors, break the rules, praise their heresy, and extinguish our eternal fire."

"Turn the entire Nou City into their world, and turn their rules into human rules!"

The sheriff clenched his fists and took a deep breath, with a sick blush on his face.

"Shapele, the Eternal Fire revealed me in time... You have made friends with the witch hunter, and one of the three giants, and the collector who plays with magic calls me brothers, and have embarked on the path of shadows that turn the flames away."

"What you did in Nou City has made the skin of this glossy city covered with acne, but fortunately, it has not hurt the internal organs yet."

"It's not too late to repent now... For the sake of your hard work for the church in the past, I can let you continue to retain the power in your hands, but you have to make up for the merits!"

The Archbishop stood up with the armrest and rushed to the sheriff under the steps,

"Reorganize the territory of collectors and butchers, collect heavy taxes for herbal doctors, dreamers, mixed-race elves, and dwarves - racial taxes and magic taxes, reduce the number of non-human races in the city, and restore the situation to balance! Of course, this move should not be rushed for a moment, and I will give you half a year."

"Ahem!" The old man took a deep breath, his age spots were stained with blood. He hammered his chest, "But another mission cannot tolerate any sloppy or delay! You must immediately punish those mutants, lead the temple guards of Eternal Fire to eradicate their base in the suburbs of Novigre! Cut off their evil activities!"

"Novigri must not be a shame to mankind!"

"In addition, warn the bards in the Noc City Dance Hall to shut up and not sing praises to the witch hunter again!"

"If you can do this beautifully!" The old man turned his eyes to him, with deep expectations and encouragement, "then you will continue to serve as the sheriff of Eternal Fire!"

...

"Mr. Sellers... Your attitude in the past is far less extreme than today. You have always said that inhuman races coexist with human beings peacefully, so that this city can accept all rivers and prosper like the sea."

A puzzled smile appeared on the corner of Shapele's mouth, and his thin cheeks looked complicated.

"That was the past, the elves, dwarves, halflings, the number of people in the city was in control and did not pose a threat, but now the situation has changed."

"Listen, I don't ask you to drive them away immediately! Let's focus on those mutants now!"

Sellers looked up, his eyes flashing with white shadows, and he thought of a word with Wigofortz, or a deal.

As long as he leaves the witch hunter in Nou City without a foothold, then this powerful figure of the Northern Magic Association and the wizard in the eyes of the kings will help him and further spread the glory of the eternal fire.

This time it's not just the North.

Wigofortz and Nifgad also became in love.

He is willing to give him a message, let the eternal fire go to the southern territory to preach and compete with the Sun Cult!

Spreading the glory of eternal fire is more important than anything else!

Cyrus is old and the only thing he hopes for is to see the flames shining all over the world before he dies.

The sheriff moved his lips, stammered in a vague voice, shook his head and sighed, with a look of desolation.

"Sorry, Lord Bishop...I can't do what you ask."

"I'm too old and my ears are broken?" The old man widened his eyes and his expression was incredible.

Have loyal subordinates dared to question and refute themselves for ten years?

"Mr. Sellers," Schappeller looked up at the old man he had admired in the past, "You do this to push the fire of eternity to a dead end. Will this destroy the great foundation that has flourished in the past two years?!"

"And, neither the inhuman races in the city nor the witch hunters outside the city have violated the law and even helped the church to perfectly deal with public security issues! They have made contributions rather than demerits and should not be blamed or slandered!"

"I know that you may have been deceived by someone who is interested and have a wrong understanding. I will take you outside the city to confirm it with your own eyes. How about it?!"

He bowed and looked at the old man with great pleading gratitude.

He understood that he could temporarily succumb to the Archbishop and inform the witch hunter, but he escaped.

But this is useless, and the witch hunters will never leave.

And the day he became a sheriff, he made up his mind and would never hide from XZ like a dejected dog!

The eternal fire is his last destination!

"Shut up, you still call them master? Have you been brainwashed by the witch hunter?"

"Mr. Sellers, I'm just stating the facts."

"You are beyond help!" The old man closed his eyes, his facial features twisted, his expression was painful, and his eyes turned to the temple guards, "Take off his black robe of Eternal Fire, take off his Lamian whip, and take away his sacred silverware...I declare, Shapele, from now on, you will no longer be the sheriff of Eternal Fire!"

"You are not qualified to continue to believe in the eternal fire! No," the old man covered his chest and breathed harder, feeling more and more heartbroken. "Novigri has no place for you anymore. I restrict you from leaving the city today! You are never allowed to come back!"

Shapele stared at the immortal flames, spread his hands without resistance, and still unarmed his former subordinates!

Is the foolish archbishop still worthy of his trust and follow?

Will the eternal fire still be the beacon that once saved itself from confusion and pain?

"Master Bishop..." A young guard who searched the sheriff suddenly changed his expression, "Master Schapelle...he...he..."

"Don't call him sir! What's wrong with him?"

"He didn't carry the sacred silver!"

"Okay, Shapele, this is how you practice the rules of eternal fire? Take the lead in violating the iron laws of three centuries?!" The old man staggered down the steps, walked up to him, grabbed the collar of his chest, and fire was about to spit out from his eyes!

Every finger of his hand could not be straightened, and there were callous skins inside and outside. It looked like a small rake made of branches, nailing the sheriff to its place.

"Your sacred silverware?"

"In the bedroom." Schapper said calmly, stalking his neck,

"You, go and get his stuff!" The old man gave an order, and suddenly changed his words. His eyes with some cataracts shot out a sharp light like a falcon. He repeatedly looked at the sheriff, and the latter looked at him calmly, but cold sweat oozed out of the palm of his hand that was on his waist.

"Wait a minute, you seven, have you seen this guy wearing sacred silverware on weekdays?"

"Master Bishop, you said this..." The seven people looked at each other, with a strange look on their faces, and they shook their heads, "I have never seen it in the past two years..."

"He has also started to have sex with inhuman races recently?!"

"Yes." The young guard who had been following Schappelle had a complicated face.
To be continued...