The 12 paladins of the Temple of Light had arrived, which caused an uproar amongst the crowd.

"It's the 12 paladins!"

"They're here! There must be some treasures here."

Some of them turned to look at Darryl with deep respect in their eyes. The Temple of Light had the leading position in the entire Roland Continent. However, the 12 paladins remained calm and collected when faced with the crowd's adoration. They had been sent there by the Temple of Light to investigate the tremors from Mount Rochsor.

The 12 paladins furrowed their brows when they saw the scene before them; they could tell that the crowd was divided into two groups—they could smell the trouble in the air.

A proud figure stood on the stone pillar on the side with a smaller number of people. Who else could it be if not Saint Lord Darryl? It looked like the other group was besieging him. The 12 paladins glanced at each other with fury in their eyes.

"Your Excellencies! Darren colluded with the Blood Hand Organization