The woman could only be said as ordinary, even the dirtiness on her face from searching through the grassland was very ordinary.

The pure white robes were not actually completely clean, the edges of it had some muds stains, causing it to appear more ordinary, just like the woman herself.

This person does not seem like a person that belongs in the clergy, those people that shine like the sun.

Yet she had already achieved the upper limits of deaconhood and had come here to kill Cai Hua.

The person displayed no goodwill nor enmity to the man, the emotions in her eyes could only be said to be dull. 

Glancing at the woman amid the tall grass, Ovid felt a searing pain at the back of his head.

Her body was hidden among the tall grass, so only streaks of light were shone on her face, yet the person felt so bright as if she was surrounded by tiny particles constantly bursting into flames.

This minuscule existence and brightness could only be described as the manipulation of mana by the clergywomen.

It was not difficult to understand that this person was not the one from five days away and continues to trail them today - the woman was an ordinary existence, yet she cannot hide her presence in the world. The technique she employs makes her too bright to be hidden… also, it was quite clear that the woman had some reluctance to do this, she just stood amid the sea of grass, waiting for the arrival of the carriage in a patient manner.

Ovid took off the deer fur blanket and folded them perfectly. He cleaned his teeth and drank a cup of water. The clergywomen seemed to not mind and continued to wait for him patiently, standing a few dozen meters away.

Ovid pulled Cai Hua’s robes in an effort to woke him.

Cai Hua’s eyes were closed and he was wrapped in fur. His expression was completely blank - it seemed like he was still in deep sleep.

“Cai Hua,” Ovid said.

Cai Hua’s eyes were still closed. He said, “Yes?”

“In front, a person from the clergy came,” Ovid pointed at the direction of the woman through the window and said.

“So?” Cai Hua showed no sign of opening his eyes, he even covered his face with a pillow.

Ovid said, “That person is very strong...  I can’t win against her.” 

Cai Hua said through the pillow, “I thought for almost a week; if you can’t handle a clergywoman, what are you going to do, kill yourself?” 

Ovid said, “But you said yesterday that those things are hypothetical and has a very low possibility. When meeting someone so much stronger than me, I should just flee or charm. Since she is a woman, I’m assuming the only option is to flee, but I still want to get your advice.” 

After a period of silence, Cai Hua removed the pillow and opened his eyes. He said up and look at the patch of grass ahead. He said, “Peak deaconhood… It’s not like there’s no chance of you winning.” 

Ovid quickly judged the situation and once again shoot his head. He said, “I can’t win against her.”

Only now did Ovid see the violent and brilliant mana fluctuations around the clergywoman. He rubbed his eyes awake and said, “Oh, to have refined a technique so much before entering bishophood. If that’s the case, you really can’t win.”

Ovid said, “Then we should immediately flee.” 

Cai Hua said unpleased, “I, Cai Hua has faced the heaven and earth, still, ignoring that, can we even flee?”

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Ovid was about to say that he had already fled from a deacon. Suddenly, he saw the head of a pureblood horse sticking out in the tall grass.

It seemed a little familiar.

An extremely bad premotion appeared in his mind.

It was because he had seen this breed of horses before. It was the same breed as the one Catherine rode on.

Cai Hua said, “To become the commander of a squadron of papal calvary is quite impressive. This breed is called Camarillo, and could only be bred by the papacy up north, or the clergy in Juliana. If you could obtain that horse, the carriage ride would be much smoother.” 

Ovid forgot about running away. Even if it was an ordinary horse, it would undoubtedly be faster than a carriage, even if Ovid carried the two and ran as far as possible, he could not outrun it.

He never thought that his luck with the clergy was so terrible. His first meeting was with a bishop, and now a distinguished figure had appeared before him.

Thinking about it, he realised this meeting was less coincidental than with Catherine. It was naturally none of Julia’s subordinate would be ordinary, and it was pointless to send mundane people to hunt Cai Hua. Probably, this commander of a squadron of the papal heavy cavalry was the lowest level person sent to kill him.

 The ordinary woman gave a curtsy bow toward the carriage and said, “Greetings wayfarer, I am named Myia. I sense that you have two others with you, so I will try not to disturb them.” 

Myia who stood among the tall grass seems like a woman commonly seen in markets. Yet she spoke with an extremely polite and elegant bearing. 

Cai Hua looked at her and said emotionlessly, “I believe you and I have no enmity.” 

These words naturally were true, yet when Cai Hua said it, it gave off a feeling of being narcissistic to the extreme.

Myia walked over slowly, her clerical robes brushing past the tall grass. It gave off a rustling sound, and the woman did not need to respond to Cai Hua’s words - the realm between her and Cai Hua was greater than an ocean, of course, they have no enmity.

Cai Hua asked, “Which branch of the clergy are you from?”

The southern clergy was divided into many branches, with the main branch under the control of the matriarch and Julia, while subbranches would be under major figures like the strategos of the empire, or a powerful bishop. Catherine is in control of one such minor branch, and possess a few hundred subordinates under her.

The question Cai Hua asked was like his previous question - it had no need to be answered.

Myia said expressionlessly, “Naturally, it is the main branch.

To hunt down Cai Hua, Julia would use her own people with a few exceptions. 

Anna by now had woke up. She did not understand why Julia would expend so much effort to kill Cai Hua when he was already harmless. She asked, “Why?” 

Myia looked at Anna with shock. She made another curtsy bow and said, “The existence of this wayfarer is dangerous. He had killed countless in the northern empire… because the empress herself has a look relationship with the northern emperor, this is also a favour along with killing a possible threat.” 

Cai Hua said seriously, “I won’t kill anyone.” 

This joke was not funny, not even Ovid or Anna believed it.

However, Cai Hua acted in a very believable manner, and said earnestly, “As long as you are willing to step aside, I can guarantee that I will not kill a single person from then on.” 

Myia immediately replied, “I know that wayfarer is an immortal. Immortals cannot be influenced by the external world.” 

Cai Hua was the slightest upset, “Why are you so obstinate? Don’t you know that immortals will never go back on their words as well?” 

“I have heard some things about wayfarer,” Myia said calmly, “Wayfarer can lie with a straight face and act shamelessly.”

Cai Hua went silently for a while and asked while looking at Ovid, “Should I attend acting lessons?” 

Ovid agreed with a nod.

Cai Hua said, “Then you or the other girl say something.” 

Ovid knew that he was bad at speaking, and looked at Anna. 

The girl sighed and said to Myia, “The wayfarer is current escorting me to a certain location. With my by his hide, I can guarantee that he will even harm an ant.” 

Myia shook her head, “Madame Anna…  after I have killed the wayfarer, I shall escort you with a squadron of cavalry. But for now, I must kill the wayfarer and remove a threat from the empire,” Myia turned and looked at Cai Hua, “I swear on the matriarch that wayfarer’s death will be painless and quick.”

Cai Hua replied, “No matter how I die, I will not be satisifed. Living is far better.” 

Myia no longer said anything. Extending her hand, she gripped the hilt of the blade by her side. 

In the south, the most common weapon was the blade. From the militias to the clergywomen to the heavy cavalry, their main weapons always consisted of a blade. The tradition extended all the way back to Alexander’s time, where he had personally used a blade and inspired many others to follow suit. While the northern kingdoms had adopted other weapons such as swords and spears, the Julian empire continued this tradition. 

When the blade left the scabbard, the burning mana beside her suddenly disappeared. They entered the weapon in Myia’s hand, causing it to glow brighter than the sun.

Cai Hua’s expression faded. He did not expect the person to have come to kill him had mastered the most famous manual in the clergy.

Both the north and south use magic that contains some light essence, but after Julia had overthrown Alexander’s empire, the incorporation of flame essence became increasingly popularised. Of this new wave of manuals were the ‘Five Flames Script’, which were personally created by Julia. 

Ovid asked, “Cai Hua, what do we do?”

Cai Hua replied coldly, “The person is just like a campfire spread through the forest. If throwing water and sand on that doesn’t solve the issue, we else can we do?”

Ovid turned around and glanced at him. He said in confusion, “Campfire?” 

“No wood, no flames.”

Cai Hua said unhappily and forced Ovid down the carriage before exiting himself. He looked at the endless sea of yellow grass, before suddenly narrowing his eyes again.

The grass was very tall, it could even hide an army. It was not a surprise that any person was hidden here.

Judging by the mana fluctuations, it was the person they encountered five days ago.