This day, just like usual, Qin Feng idly strolled around the Holy Mountain.
A dozen or so people followed behind him.
Originally, there had been a group of over a hundred following him, but he had found them annoying and had them whittled down to this number.
Besides the few teachers arranged by His Holiness the Pope, the rest were experts drawn from various legions of the Church Court, also assigned under him in the Holy Son Guardian Army as his guards.
These individuals were quite formidable, mostly being of the Golden Knight level and above, which even included a Holy Knight and a Light Sword Saint serving as the chief and deputy commanders of the Holy Son Guardian Army.
Qin Feng let them follow behind, and those elderly bishops responsible for teaching him etiquette and various church rules no longer insisted on lecturing him.
For many days, Qin Feng mostly treated their words like the wind past his ears, paying them no heed, rendering their speech ineffective.
