Sincere as Roland was, Egilina didn't buy it at all.

She punched Roland, huffing annoyedly:

"You better rely on yourself then, Master Stevenson explicitly forbade me from participating in your war. You're waging a crusade."

"I can only warn you, the incoming people are not easy to deal with. The Divine Court of Light's Yanis had a nickname: Bloody Yanis. Her nickname said it all. She alone could slaughter everyone except Melannis."

"The Forest Brotherhood's Luet is fair, honest, and as powerful as Yanis, everyone calls him 'Justice'. He's very kind to friends but merciless to enemies. Unfortunately, you're his enemy."

"They're both nearly fifth-order, and they won't hold back. You need to be careful."

After presenting the enemy's intelligence, Egilina curiously looked at Roland, expecting to see if he would panic, but Roland's expression didn't change much.

This guy really has something up his sleeve, without a trump card, how could he be so calm?

"According to your judgment, who will come first?"

"It should be Yanis, but they both know the other is coming, Luet will also hurry over."

"That's great." Roland's only trace of nervousness also vanished.

"Great? You can't handle even one of them, what will you do if those two come together?" Egilina was almost amused by Roland, if not for his calm voice, she would really think he was drunk.

"If both of them come, whose responsibility is it to subdue my land, won't they argue over it?"

Roland calmly explained: "I never thought of resisting by force. Neither the Divine Court of Light nor the Forest Brotherhood, I can't contend against such behemoths, even if by chance I defeat them both, would the two forces let me go?"

"Definitely not. If you defeat them, the next ones to come will be the real tough ones."

Yanis and Luet are the younger generation. Egilina understood Roland's point.

They can't win by fighting, so they must negotiate.

But a religious war is the cruelest, can that be negotiated?

Egilina thought Roland didn't understand, quickly educating him, "Roland, religious wars are cruel, once started, it must end with the destruction of one side or a change in faith. They're not like Geralt who stopped halfway."

"Don’t worry, it’s just about faith. I will change my faith then."

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Egilina was stunned by Roland's words, this wasn't blaspheming a god, this was blaspheming all the gods.

She covered Roland's mouth quickly, hurriedly scolding: "Are you crazy? You can't say such things! If you change faith, the gods you believed in will be very angry..."

Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized.

Whom did Roland believe in? He believed in no one. The Galaxia family controled wealth in the commercial city, they only believed in money, not gods. So it was not changing faith, but conversion.

Egilina, with a self-mocking smile, released her hand covering the mouth, chuckling.

"Having no faith could benefit sometimes, huh? Is this your reliance? What if Yanis insists on a duel with you?"

"Well, even Bloody Yanis had to fight for a reason, right?"

Roland made up his mind, and Egilina no longer tried to persuade him, given she didn’t have better strategies anyway.

Roland was not at all panicked, because panic was useless.

He had thought through the worst-case scenario, if reconciliation was truly impossible, he would find 'Justice' Luet to offer his head, then let Melannis resurrect him.

The Forest Brotherhood is a principled organization, they wouldn't insult the corpse, basic dignity would still be provided.

He could even imagine faking his death to escape and unlock a bunch of achievements.

But such things are best not tried. After all, the endless darkness after death was truly terrifying, and he didn't want to experience it twice.

Roland simply let it go, drinking and eating meat with Granni every day. He waited for the enemy to come knocking his door.

Egilina was convinced Roland must have a backup plan. Even Roland is not panicking, why should she worry?

Yanis arrived quickly. Three days later, she appeared alone at the castle gate.

The speed of the temple knights was also fast, only when not compared to her.

She wanted to race against time, to settle this matter before Luet.

Wearing a simple robe, donning an inconspicuous cloak, she looked just like an ordinary little priest.

However, those who passed her felt a deep fear in their souls.

This is a kind of instinctive fear, just like fish fearing a whale.

The priest in the cloak slowly raised her head, looking at Baron Minhausen's castle with some confusion.

The castle was indeed large, with the scale of an ordinary earl's castle, but wealthy barons with big houses were not rare, this wasn't unusual, just meant Baron Minhausen's ancestors were wealthy.

What she was confused at was that, all the way here, she hadn't even seen a soldier. Such lax defense, a few dozen soldiers could easily take down this unremarkable place.

Is it really worth the Archbishop sending her personally?

Although doubting the Archbishop was very inappropriate, perhaps this time the Archbishop made a mistake.

Yanis closed her eyes and pondered for three seconds, then suddenly opened them, her cold gaze almost tangible.

Since she's here, she'll follow the Archbishop's orders, politeness before fight!

"Non-believer, come out and face your end!"

Yanis's voice was clear yet soft, very pleasant, like a valley's oriole.

However, it became terrifying when the oriole's song could echo through the entire barony.

Everyone in the barony heard the voice, all turning their gaze towards the castle direction.

Farmers leaning on their plows, fishermen clutching their nets, women hugging their children, everyone stopped their work, curious about who had come this time.

They weren't worried at all, after all, Lord Galaxia was omnipotent.

He had spelled several waves of enemies, even his title had been upgraded from Baron to Viscount.

They had reason to believe, the beloved Roland would once again defeat the enemy.

They could never imagine, at this moment, Roland, hands raised high with a white flag, walked out of the castle composedly.

"I surrender!"

He calmly uttered the words, expressionless, even with a tender smile.

As if he was the winner of this war.