With a blank face, Duke returned the special certificate that the church had given to Agnes.

He didn't know what expression to use to face His Highness the Holy Maiden in front of him, it stands to reason that the secular nobles and the clergy of the Church are not subordinate to each other, and there is no obvious distinction between dignity and inferiority.

Most of the time, it is based on personal friendship or personality to decide on the name, or to say something about it, and the scene is over with something like welcome.

But now, it was the first time that people had come to the door like this, and they had broken straight to the important place, and it was still a little difficult for Duke to say something welcoming at this time.

Fortunately, Agnes didn't care, put away the paperwork and crossed her hands on her waist again, and smiled smugly at Duke with her nostrils before saying, "How is it, can I go in now?"

"This ...... Your Highness, it's better not to go in. ”

Joke!

If this woman with teeth and claws and an unknown purpose were allowed to go in and make trouble for a while, it is estimated that Duke would not want to make any profit in the next few months.

Moreover, whether it is the cement being fired in the cement kiln, the anvil and the new weapon that Old Neil is researching, it is the existence that Duke intends to use as a hole card, and it is impossible for the Holy Maiden of the Church of Light to know about it.

"What? Do you want me to take out the letter from the Norse Emperor and show it to you?"

Agnes didn't get the answer she wanted, and her eyes snapped as she gestured to pull something more out of her sleeve.

"Eh, that's not what I meant...... It's just that this workshop is all dirty things, and Her Highness the Holy Maiden won't like it, and besides, there are some dwarven craftsmen in it who don't want to see the living. I hope Your Highness will be magnanimous and stop embarrassing everyone. Duke was afraid that she would make some more moths, so he quickly added.

After listening to Duke's explanation, Agnes was silent for a long time, as if she was also engaged in a fierce ideological struggle herself.

In the end, he didn't take out anything more, and slowly lowered his hands, which made Duke breathe a sigh of relief.

"Reacquainted, I'm Agnes, I don't have a surname. ”

Agnes finally reined in her anger and lifted her robe slightly to curtsy a noble girl, but she had been wearing a hooded robe, which was a bit unconventional.

As for the surname, she was originally from a humble background, and it is normal for her to have a surname without inheritance. As for the fact that after she became a saint, she did not accept the surname given by the world, nor did she continue the surname of the Pope's adoptive father, which can be regarded as not forgetting her original intention.

"Duke Frewoff, Duke of the North, welcome His Highness. ”

Duke also hurriedly stroked his left chest with his right hand, bowed slightly and saluted back. In the end, it was Agnes who was the first to express goodwill, and he could only take advantage of this momentum to develop well, so as not to cause trouble.

"This is ......"

He gestured with his gaze to the scruffy old man who had been standing behind Agnes, who had given him a lot of pressure, because he instinctively knew that he was not easy to mess with, and that he looked at him as if he was being targeted by a tiger, so Duke was also very curious about his identity.

"Wait, I'll do it myself!" the old man interrupted Agnes, who was about to explain, and rushed forward to grab Duke's right hand with both hands, and exclaimed, "Duke's hand, how long have I not touched it!"

Duke instantly felt a chill and regretted his mouth.

He secretly tried to pull out his right hand that he had been grasped, but found that he couldn't pull it out as if he was being held by a pair of iron tongs, and after struggling in vain for a while, he could only give up helplessly, and let the old man hold on to it.

"Contemptible Simon, I have lived a handful of years, and some people call me the Holy Hand of Evil, an epic hero, and a moral model, but these are not worth mentioning except for moral models, I still like to see you little offspring with fine skin and tender meat......"

He smiled as he took Duke's hand, but a pair of large hands scurried around his hands like snakes, giving Duke goosebumps.

A moral model?

That's it?

For the first time, Duke felt hopeless in reality, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the blatant behavior of this bad old man named Simon.

In the end, he could only look at Lenia for help, only to find that she was staring wide-eyed at her lord being taken advantage of, as if she could not accept the stimulation and froze.

"Eh, it's okay, it's okay, it's not disgusting!"

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was Agnes who had been playing the villain who helped Duke end.

She slapped Simon's evil hands away, and said in a weird manner: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this old man is used to it." ”

Duke took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his right hand, still unable to believe that he had been forced to do such a thing by a bad old man in public.

Thinking about seeing his ugly face and feeling the residual touch on his hands, Duke still had a chill.

"You...... Are you really a knightly model, Sir Simon?"

Lenia finally recovered from her shock and asked Simon with some excitement, as if she hadn't noticed the misery of her lord just now.

"Hey, I finally met someone who knows how to do it, this kid didn't react at all just now!" the old man wiped his messy hair, and said with a red face: "What a model, a knight, I'm just an ordinary old man named Simon now." ”

Looking at Lenya, who was extremely excited after receiving the old man's affirmative reply, Duke understood that those words were not the old man's self-boasting words, he really had something.

But he still couldn't associate the obscene old man in front of him with a moral model and a model of knighthood, if the evaluation standard of these titles was so low, it is estimated that Lenia would have been able to come back with a dozen similar titles a long time ago.

However, there is still a so-called bright saintess in front of her, who is rude and willful, and is good at making trouble and sarcastic about others.

Duke felt that either the morality of the world was wrong, or that he himself was wrong, and that it was all strange creatures dangling in front of him with strange titles.

"Alright, don't talk about it now!" Agnes interrupted them with a wave of his hand when he saw that Lenia was about to say something more to Simon, and then said to Duke with his hands crossed on his waist, "Lord Duke, is this your hospitality?

Duke took a deep breath, silently reciting in his heart, "Mutual anger hurts the liver" and "I don't know much about this village girl", forced himself to show a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said: "Of course not, I have already prepared a banquet, just waiting for the two distinguished guests to take their seats!"