Wildness and Masks-Chapter 95 – Town

Thinking of Ogre's alluring appearance, Macal thought changing into men's clothing might indeed be a good choice. "We're almost there. I'll contact the town's church."

Macal agreed to the idea.

"Okay."

With Macal's response, Ogre refocused on their surroundings.

They were taking a different route to the borderlands city this time.

If everything went smoothly, they could arrive before dark.

Fortunately, everything went quite smoothly; they didn't even encounter any bandits before reaching their destination.

"Geling, dismount," Macal reminded.

"Okay."

Ogre lightly pressed on Macal's shoulder and dismounted with a swift turn.

Wearing a dress was inconvenient in this regard.

Ogre missed his old gear a bit; he didn't even have a hammer in hand now.

It made him feel somewhat insecure.

"Who are you?"

The guard at the town gate asked Ogre, not targeting him specifically.

But Ogre's current appearance was indeed suspicious.

After all, who would wear a mask all the time?

Even though this person looked like a girl.

"I am Macal, a Knight of Discipline of the Church of Dawn, and she is a nun of the church," Macal dismounted and presented his credentials to the guard.

He then clenched his fist, slightly activating his Battle Qi.

The unique Dawn Battle Qi of the Church of Dawn couldn't be faked.

"Paladin! Greetings, Sir Carl, please enter."

In the Engodo Empire, official Professional Knights were by default granted the title of knight, equivalent to a non-hereditary baron without land.

So it was reasonable for the guard to address Macal as a knight.

"Let's go, Miss Geling," Macal made way for Ogre.

This was a habit ingrained in him, hard to shake off.

"Okay."

Ogre had intended to use the Knight of Discipline badge Yard gave him to avoid showing his face.

But it seemed he was overthinking it.

The town's guard system wasn't that strict; or perhaps the identity of a Paladin of Dawn was just too useful.

"But Macal... is he in a hurry or not? Even now, he's still prioritizing ladies first."

But since Macal had made way, Ogre naturally didn't say more and entered the town efficiently.

In fact, Ogre himself had no need to be anxious.

Even if a beast tide descended immediately, it wouldn't affect Ogre.

He just needed to escape.

Few people were more adaptable to chaos than Ogre.

In fact, Ogre should be the least concerned about major events in the borderlands—because he had little involvement there.

He had no significant assets or family there.

Nor was he tied to any faith.

"Miss Geling, let's find the town's church," Macal said, leading the centaur.

He was mainly worried about his family's safety. After all, Rock Town wasn't far from the village, and at the centaur's speed, it would only take a few dozen minutes to get there.

If anything happened, the village would almost certainly be affected.

"Thank you," Ogre adjusted his mask.

He had left the village, but Maggie and Mima were still there.

Though their time together was short.

Ogre didn't want anything to happen to Mima and her mother—getting Macal to complete his mission and return to assist as soon as possible was the best outcome.

"Hopefully, it won't affect too many people," Ogre thought to himself.

The collapse of human towns didn't affect him much; but if possible, Ogre would still try to prevent some of the disasters and misfortunes from happening—after all, the world was bad enough already.

Ogre didn't want to make it worse.

"Speaking of which, ordinary people are the most pitiful. They have no choice but to go with the flow, sigh..."

As long as it didn't endanger himself, Ogre was willing to lend a hand, like this time.

"Kids like me should be fewer, the better."

...

"Long time no see, Knight Carl," a gray-robed priest put down the divine words in his hand and extended his hand to Macal.

"Great Cleric Fra is in trouble," Macal said bluntly.

He had no time for pleasantries.

"What!" The gray-robed priest was stunned.

A senior-level Professional getting into trouble was no small matter; it was a serious oversight.

"I'll explain in detail later. I need the church's help now. This is Cleric Geling, she needs a set of inconspicuous clothing, and we also need a faster magic-blooded horse."

Macal took out the bead left by Fra.

He thought the other party should know what it was.

"This is... a sacrificial ritual? I'll arrange it right away! Tell me more, and I'll see if I can help you."

If someone else had said this, the gray-robed priest might have instinctively doubted it.

But Macal was Fra's accompanying knight, and he certainly wouldn't joke about such matters.

"Dodz, Dora (priest's squire/apprentice priest), arrange the cleric's clothing and the magic-blooded horse," the gray-robed priest immediately gave orders, then pulled Macal into a side room.

It seemed they were going to discuss the details.

"Cleric Geling, please follow me," a woman in a black robe gestured to Ogre.

The color of a priest's robe often represented their status.

Black was the lowest rank, belonging to the reserves, equivalent to an apprentice level, usually given the title of priest's squire or apprentice priest based on their training results and level of faith.

Generally, nuns could only wear black robes.

The next level up, gray, corresponded to Professionals.

Not just priests.

The knights and priests of the Church of Dawn also had robes and armor primarily in gray tones; Macal belonged to this category.

The white level above that was even more significant, and personnel at this level of the church had to be addressed with an honorific.

Regardless of their position, they had to add a "Great" to their title—for example, Great Cleric, Great Knight, High Priest.

As for the yellow and red robe levels... Ogre wasn't very familiar with them, but clergy at this level were at least bishops.

Knowing more wasn't very useful; they were all very powerful anyway.

"I wonder if this priest's squire is Dodz or Dora..." For some reason, Ogre had this random thought.

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Because the two priest's squires mentioned by the gray-robed priest looked identical.

"Alright," Ogre nodded and followed the person in front.

"What kind of clothing do you prefer?" the young priestess leading the way asked Ogre.

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"Men's clothing will do, preferably a light armor set for a knight or ranger," Ogre replied casually.

"Men's clothing?" The young priestess turned to scrutinize Ogre.

Though wearing a mask obscured his face, with such a cute and lovely outfit, he must usually be a slender, beauty-loving girl, right?

Why suddenly want to change into a Professional's attire?

He didn't look like someone who could fight.

"Is there a problem?" Ogre asked, puzzled.

He hadn't shown his face, right...

Could his physique already make others think he looked like a girl at a glance?

Uh, after absorbing the Lightning Eel and altering his muscle distribution, he did look a bit feminine.

"No problem, please follow me," the young priestess turned back and said expressionlessly.