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Deacon Morata was wearing a tight-fitting white long-sleeved shirt today, showing the strong muscles on his chest tightly, a pair of black trousers underneath, and a pair of calfskin boots on the marble floor of the church corridor.

"Lord Deacon!" Several church handymen happened to be facing him from opposite Morata, and one of them greeted him in a friendly manner: "You are dressed so handsomely today, are you ready to go out and flirt with your sister later?" ”

"Flirt with your head!" Morata laughed and scolded: "Lao Tzu is a clergyman, a holy and inviolable clergyman, you know! Even if you exchange feelings with our female believers, well, that one or something, it's because of mutual pity between fellow believers of the Supreme Light God! Between believers, what you are willing to do, can that be called flirting? ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately burst into laughter, and they all said that the deacon was not only handsome, but also thick-skinned and able to speak, no wonder he slept with different female believers for thirty days a month.

After a lot of gossip, a forty-three-year-old handyman who had not yet found a wife made a final summary: "You say that the deacon is more handsome than us, and he is more handsome than us, and he is more talented than us, how can there be a lack of women?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the miscellaneous servants were speechless to each other, and after a sigh, the birds and beasts dispersed.

When the figure of the last handyman disappeared from his sight, the smile on Morata's face immediately disappeared, and his face became serious. I saw him walk to the door of a room in a corner of the church, look left and right, and after making sure that no one found him, he gently opened the door in front of him, and flashed into the room.

Morata couldn't help but frown at the smell of must, a place that had been used by the bluecoats of the previous diocese of Varna to date "pious and honest women", but had been abandoned since one time, supposedly killed by a whip and candle.

And this long-abandoned room is also the same place where Farindor, the butler of Viscount Juan, Lord of Varna City, met with the traitor in the church a few days ago.

Morata took a deep breath and clenched the small note in his hand, which had led him here.

Since he had been asked to be here, then of course there must have been another person—someone who had asked him to come.

Morata saw the man at a glance.

This guy he couldn't be more familiar with.

Morata spoke slowly, "Pastor Lothar, the place you chose is a bit strange. ”

The man in front of him, dressed in a white priest's robe, with a square-looking and upright face, was the highest clergyman in the diocese of Varna, the priest of Lothar, in addition to the bishop and deacon.

Pastor Lothar smiled and said to Morata, "It's a matter of confidentiality, so it's better to be careful." ”

"Confidential?" Morata laughed and put on an exaggerated expression: "It turns out that in addition to raising chickens and ducks, hoeing and growing vegetables, our Varna Church also has the function of spying on intelligence, why don't I, as a deacon, know about it?" Tell me quickly, there is a beautiful young lady waiting to have breakfast with me outside the gate! ”

Pastor Lothar, who had partnered with Morata for several years, didn't know his character, shook his head at the moment, and decided to get straight to the point: "Our bishop, Lord Bishop, is an impostor!" ”

"Oh, I see." Morata replied lazily, but then immediately widened his eyes, and his voice immediately raised an octave: "What do you say, Lord Bishop is fake?" ”

Pastor Lota was startled by Morata's sound of a radio horn, and hurriedly made a silent gesture: "Be quiet, do you want your voice to be heard by the whole church?" ”

Morata rolled his eyes: "Who made you talk without routines, and make big moves when you come up, how can this be unbearable?" Although Morata's tone sounded similar to usual, and the expression on his face immediately returned to his usual hippie smile, the slightly trembling tail finger of his right hand clearly expressed the shock in his heart.

"Wait, what proof do you have?"

Pastor Lothar was keenly aware of the small changes that had taken place in Morata, and decided to strike while the iron was hot: "Morata, I hope to have your help. ”

"Help?" Morata frowned and looked at Pastor Lothar with some suspicion: "What help?" ”

Pastor Lothar didn't sell anything, and directly stated his intentions: "I have already written a letter of complaint and sent it to the Holy See's Tribunal, if you can sign this letter, I think the Holy See should be more likely to send a judge as soon as possible." ”

"Adjudicator?" Morata's face changed, and he only felt as if there was a swishing yin wind blowing from behind, and the whole person instantly got goosebumps.

How could the Priest Lothar think of asking for such a bad star as the Adjudicator!

"That's right, Adjudicator." Priest Lothar nodded, "Don't forget that there is a mid-level warrior by the side of the false bishop, and without the help of the adjudicator, we will not be able to fight against this false bishop at all." ”

"Wait," Morata, interrupting Pastor Lothar, asked with some curiosity, "I see that you are a false bishop, and you seem to be very sure that our newly opened bishop is fake, so what about your evidence?" ”

Apparently prepared, Pastor Lothar took out a thin piece of parchment from his bosom and handed it to Morata.

"The seal of the House of Habs?" At a glance, Morata spotted the one in the lower right corner of the parchment with a unique seal belonging to the Habbs family, and this discovery made him can't help but look up at Pastor Lothar: "Unexpectedly, pastor, you are actually in the same group as our dear Lord Juan, should I sue you for eating inside and out?" ”

Pastor Lothar smiled silently and motioned for Morata to continue.

So Morata continued: "The life of the new Bishop of Varna, Bishop Antonidas Prol? Well, it's interesting, there is such a secret, huh? Here's a portrait, let me see who this portrait is—"

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Morata's eyes widened, and he looked at the portrait in front of him in disbelief, the name on the portrait undoubtedly belonged to the new bishop, but the bishop in the portrait was not the same person as the bishop he had seen!

Morata's right index finger suddenly glowed with a faint vindictive light, and then lightly pressed it on the seal in the lower right corner of the parchment.

This originally unremarkable seal suddenly changed after coming into contact with Morata's fighting spirit, and the text on the seal was reconstituted into a new seal pattern after a while, the new pattern was painted with a blood-colored wolf head, of course Morata would not recognize this pattern, because this is the exclusive pattern of the royal blood wolf Habs family, the family of Viscount Juan, the lord of Varna City!

This seal with an anti-counterfeiting effect has proved that the parchment in Morata's hand is indeed from the blood wolf Habs family, and the Habs family can be regarded as a big family with a name and surname in the territory of the Spany Empire, Morata does not need to think about it to know that it is impossible for such a family to falsify their own confidential information in order to deceive a nobody like himself, so now there is only one possibility left, that is-

The new bishop I have seen in the past few days is indeed an impostor.

Morata took a deep breath, looked up at the priest of Lothar in front of him, and shook the parchment in his hand: "Since Viscount Juan has handed over this confidential information to you, then you must have completely taken refuge in him, so your plan must be as simple as a report letter, right?" ”

Pastor Lothar smiled and nodded, looking at Morata approvingly, "I see you're really smart, Lord Deacon. ”

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