Chapter 1060 - 508: Duel Between Men
"Who can translate for me, what does it mean that those two secretly had a duel between men in the monastery courtyard on a moonless, windy night?"
"The Cardinals secretly arranged a fight and ended up both severely injured."
"Hiss, bare-chested is one thing, but no weapons, no referee, no restrictions... You guys had a three-no battle."
Herbert combined all the gathered information and squinted his eyes, muttering in confusion.
"No... I don’t understand!"
Knock knock.
He raised his hand to tap his skull, hearing a crisp echo, his bewildered brain delighting in its hobby.
At that moment, he truly felt he might not be fully awake, still roaming in the world of dreams.
Is this real?
Is it definitely not fake news?
To be honest, Herbert vaguely sensed the two Cardinals of the monastery were somewhat of a jokester, but really didn’t imagine they could do something so outrageous.
Although they would never admit it themselves, anyone with clear sight could tell they had been friends for years, a mix of love and rivalry among close friends.
Initially, Herbert actually treated them as stern, aloof leaders, but gradually through interactions, realized it was not like that at all.
Darn, these are just two jokesters—Knight Commander counts as half, Chief Judge counts as one and a half.
The two, one sarcastic and unhappy noble, the other cheerful and brainless beefcake.
No, it’s one thing for the Chief Judge to do this, but why is the Knight Commander also following the chaos?
Are they all that passionate?
Not so young anymore, right?
Still claiming youthful till death?
"And the two of them, what’s the point of all this?"
The more Herbert thought, the less he understood, feeling increasingly bewildered.
"What grudge or hatred do they have to make it so publicly known? What now, how do they wrap this up..."
He thought it through, finally deciding not to ask others.
Herbert decided to directly ask the parties involved for clarity!
Really just curious for knowledge.
"Right, I actually care about their injuries, worried they truly have issues, paying a visit this time."
"Yes, I’m certainly not going just to see the joke! Not at all, thinking... pu! Cough cough, uh-huh, that’s it."
["Haha, don’t hold it in, you’ve been laughing, haven’t stopped at all."]
Pierced by Nenasha’s remark, Herbert initially held back, but soon his shoulders shook, finally couldn’t hold it in, and burst into loud laughter.
"Hahaha!"
Herbert’s hearty laugh also drew the attention of others; the cultivators glanced over with peculiar expressions.
Everyone was holding back, struggling to endure, at most whispering among themselves, how can you be so unreserved?
A careful look noticed the distinctive white hair, recognizing the identity of the unrestrained one.
Oh, it’s Lord Herbert.
He laughs, well, it’s fine.
"..."
A few nuns exchanged glances, each having somewhat intriguing thoughts.
"How about we too?"
"Should be fine, right?"
With Herbert as the bad example leading, plus others already struggling to hold back, now all had twitching lips, bracing themselves to suppress the irreverent impulse.
—Joking, can’t suppress it.
"Pff, haha."
"Hahaha!"
"Cough cough, hahaha!"
Word spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred.
A few chuckles rapidly spread like wildfire, burnt through the monastery’s silent solemnity that lasted millennia.
In every corner of the monastery, cheerful laughter from the cultivators echoed, the entire monastery immersed in a sea of laughter.
This monastery, burdened with heavy responsibility since its inception, experiencing such laughter for the first time.
...
Herbert finally managed to hold back his laughter but still kept a subtle smile at his lips, strolling towards the healing site of the two Cardinals.
Unobstructed all the way, the cultivators he met slightly bowed in respect, expressing their regard.
With Herbert’s strength growing, and the spread of the "Godslayer" name, his status in the monastery gradually became special.
He was once seen as the future Cardinal, recognized by many, anticipating his growth and eventual succession.
Yet no one expected Herbert’s growth to be so rapid, short enough to dazzle.
Like in a high math class, picking up a pen, looking up, the previously comprehensible knowledge becomes completely unintelligible.
They already couldn’t comprehend Herbert’s aptitude, talent, ability...
Yet it doesn’t matter; respect for the strong remains unchanged.
Indeed, the vast majority of cultivators in the monastery hope Herbert can go further, grow stronger.
They almost foresee Herbert donning the red robe, becoming the youngest new Cardinal, even progressing further to become the new Archbishop.
The elderly one has worked too hard for too long, and it’s time for someone to take over the burden on his shoulders.
Of course, this is just the wishful thinking of the cultivators, Herbert can never become the second Archbishop as they imagine.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Firstly, Herbert cannot be confined in one place like the Archbishop, he isn’t a homebody.
When a prison guard and a prisoner are locked in the same place, and the prisoner has an eventual release day, yet the prison guard doesn’t... Then really, is it the prisoner or the prison guard serving time?