Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 162: All-Purpose Handyman

The Radiant Sun Church bishop was dumbfounded for a full ten seconds upon receiving the letter of challenge.

"Is this really from Weisshem?" The bishop's hand clutching the letter was shaking as he asked the officer who had delivered it.

The officer, understanding the bishop's bewilderment, silently placed a thick leather envelope on the desk. From it, he extracted a silver badge, its front adorned with the emblem of the Radiant Sun Church's Inquisition, and engraved on its back was the name, Benn Hamn Walton.

The bishop stared at the Inquisition's emblem in silent contemplation. If even this important emblem was in the hands of someone else, then it was clear the person that had issued this letter held Walton.

While the bishop couldn't openly go into a tirade about Walton in front of the latter's subordinates, deep down, he was cursing the fool's recklessness.

Back then, he had explicitly warned Walton, a headstrong brute, not to meddle in Weisshem's affairs, reminding him that the Rhine Kingdom, unlike the Kenyan Empire, was governed by the Church of Lady Gold Coin and the Rhine monarchy. They, of the Radiant Sun Church, shouldn't overstep their bounds. But that idiot Walton hadn't heeded the warning and had now recklessly landed himself in trouble.

Charlie Rex, the deranged bastard, had cunningly hoodwinked the Nightmare Butcher and stirred trouble under Yang's name. He definitely wasn't an easy adversary.

And now, though the soldiers of the Indahl City Defense Force had infiltrated Weisshem alongside the Radiant Sun Church, Charlie Rex had smartly singled out the Radiant Sun Church first!

Having been stationed in the Rhine Kingdom, a foreign land of heretics, for over a decade, the bishop knew his place well. Indeed, the 12 knightly orders of the Radiant Sun Church's Inquisition could easily crush any minor nation, but in this distant land, thousands of miles away from the Kenyan Empire, they couldn't rely on reinforcements from the holy land!

For years, this bishop had avoided trouble and friction wit

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