No one knows when exactly the wind stopped.

In short, it just suddenly disappeared at a certain moment.

As if nothing had happened.

The people who were drinking happily in the tavern with the help of the wind came out when they heard the silence outside.

Smelling the remaining faint scent of the sea in the air, people felt a sense of loss, but more so a refreshing sensation after a big wind had passed.

Then, with this refreshing feeling and a bit of intoxication, people went home to sleep.

No one paid more attention.

After all, it was just a wind.

But for some others, it was not just a wind.

For instance, the people from the Kingdom Defense Bureau, Division Five.

They had been following the followers of the Sea God Church for a long time when suddenly the wind stopped.

And then?

The whole group was bewildered.

Even more bewildered were the people of the Sea God Church.

They had been following the guidance of the wind, as the god had instructed them to follow the wind's direction.

Now that the wind had stopped, where should they go?

The most appropriate people to ask, naturally, would be Johnny Blackbird, along with Ethan and Maurice.

So, High Priest Heigen found them.

Maurice seemed a bit caught off guard, looking towards Ethan and them.

Ethan shook his head, "Lord Heigen, if you ask me, I don't know either, the god only told me that much."

Heigen looked at Johnny Blackbird again.

Johnny Blackbird just shook his head.

"Perhaps, what the god wanted to accomplish has already been done."

Then he added another sentence.

"Accomplished what?"

Maurice hurriedly asked.

Johnny Blackbird shook his head again.

"Perhaps we should go back and consult the deity further."

After hearing this, Heigen just frowned.

To say that tonight ends like this is really too inconclusive.

They had prepared so much, put on such a grand show, even bearing the pressure from the Kingdom Defense Bureau, only for it to end like this.

How would they explain this to the Pope?

Heigen did not speak immediately; he thought for a moment and said he would discuss it with Yelit.

After all, it wasn't something he could decide alone.

Once Heigen left, Maurice fell into a deep void.

He had originally thought he was about to embrace a dramatically different life and was looking forward to what tremendous change this evening's wind would bring.

But unexpectedly, this is what happened?

"Did none of you hear His call anymore?"

He tentatively asked Ethan and Johnny Blackbird.

He felt he was in this together with them.

If this matter just ended without a resolution, wouldn't they all miss out on the opportunity?

But Ethan and Johnny Blackbird both shook their heads.

This undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to Maurice.

However, in a place he couldn't see, Ethan and Johnny Blackbird looked toward the east together.

The wind had already stopped.

But the wind didn't leave with nothing.

At least, it carried away the most important people.

West, and the patients in the underground hospital.

By now, they should have boarded the ship.

Ethan, after looking east for a while, then looked to the south.

South District.

The wind there had also stopped, hadn't it?

The wind in the South District had indeed stopped.

While the wind carried away some people, it also brought some.

With the addition of these people, Trafford's plan was completely shattered.

Under the dual attack, the first to collapse were, contrary to expectation, the former allies.

These people were here tonight to exploit the situation, and their internal strife and casualties were inevitable, let alone the arrival of stronger enemies.

With Travis unable to advance after being hit, Trafford fell into a crisis, and without hesitation, they took their people and fled.

After losing a group of people, Trafford's team became even more stretched.

Of course, it was ultimately that axe that defeated Trafford.

He was directly struck to the ground, losing his ability to resist.

His men tried to save him, but all were killed.

In the end, only a few escaped from this great wind.

Travis also fled.

After all, he was a Westerner, a bandit who came and went like the wind; even though the wind changed direction tonight, he still found an angle for survival.

Before the wind quieted down.

The people in the wind and the people in the Sanctuary finally met.

"Too bad, we didn't kill them all."

Among the men carried by the wind, the leading man looked into the darkness and couldn't help but shake his head and say a sentence.

"Thank you all, may I ask who you are?"

Vasini appeared cautious as he looked at these men carried by the wind, not knowing what to say.

Their attire seemed somewhat familiar, as if they were also Mafia.

But there was no name for these people in the Royal Capital at all.

"Don't ask, if you really want to know..."

The leading man picked up a cigar, lit it, and took a deep puff.

Just as he was thinking about how to spin it, Vasini saw the burly man holding the giant axe, and he immediately understood.

Divine Envoy, another Divine Envoy.

But this was originally the salvation from god.

Even if god had summoned these people from His Divine Kingdom, it was reasonable.

"Hail Divine Envoy."

So, he directly made a respectful gesture to those men.

"No need for that, we're just people like you."

The leading man supported Vasini, smiled, and then handed him the cigar.

"Want a puff?"

"Th...thanks a lot."

Vasini, somewhat flattered, took a deep puff, intending to return it.

But the man waved his hand, saying, "Keep it, we should be leaving now."

"Leaving already?"

Vasini was briefly stunned.

"I don't like the air in the Royal Capital."

"Me neither."

After saying that, the man's partner immediately echoed.

Just like that, the man motioned with a wave and prepared to leave.

"Wait! Leave a name!"

Vasini still wanted to know who these people were.

The man turned back, smiled, and uttered a name.

But somehow, as more wind blew at that moment, the name was lost in the wind.

Vasini didn't hear clearly, was it Bolita?

Or was it Polit?

They just vanished into the wind like that.

Only the man holding the huge axe remained standing there, carrying the unconscious Trafford.

"Here you go."

The giant man spat out a word forcibly, tossing the person over to Vasini, and then stood aside.

Vasini was at a loss; for him, Trafford was the root cause of all the troubles and should be killed immediately.

Moreover, leaving him here would only cause more trouble.

At this moment, Kaster, who had reverted to Count Jiakade's appearance, stepped out, saying, "Give him to me, let me interrogate."