Angry roars, screams of surprise, worried doubts... The hall rises and falls, up and down like the waves of the sea, making the once silent church noisy like a street tavern.

Standing on the high platform surrounded by black-haired wizards, the thirteen counts had different expressions - Charlotte's face was as heavy as water, and the five-year-old Earl of Lookout and the Earl of Rainbow Bridge "fought side by side", fighting Sylvik with red faces.

Grenwell, Earl of Stormcastle, and Eckert, Earl of Castle Fury, forced their composure, constantly looking at Loren, who was expressionless, and their eyes moved back and forth, guessing the truth behind the matter.

The rest of the counts, like the knights, were either surprised or suspicious, or eager to pounce on them and stab the "troublemaker" deacon with a single sword.

But they didn't, because they weren't without the slightest suspicion.

And the Imperial Justice Victor Hughes, who stood in the midst of a noisy crowd. From beginning to end, he didn't take his eyes off Loren Turin's face, and the expressionless, even indifferent look of the other party, which he still remembers vividly.

It wasn't a bamboo, it was just indifference, and the deacon Sylvik, who seemed to stand in front of him and spoke impassionedly, was not a living entity, but a cold corpse.

This thought made Victor shudder - if this was the case, then he probably not only guessed that such a thing would happen, but even deliberately guided the situation like the Imperial Trial, so that the jumping clown and the voice of doubt took the initiative to stand up.

He......

What the hell is he doing?!

"Lord Gareth, Earl of Rainbow Bridge, you said you needed proof, and I happen to have it!" Sylvik pulled out a scroll from his bosom and waved it excitedly in his hand:

"This is the official record of His Excellency Leonardo's burial of his son Guillaud Turin in a church cemetery before he left Arles - the signature on it does not have the name of Loren Turin at all!"

"Supposedly Lord Loren Turin must have been at least twelve years old at the time, well, even if we were ignored most of the time because he was too young, then at least this document to bury his father should have his name on it, right?!"

"Funeral documents and epitaphs of the deceased are all handled by the church!" said Count Gareth, blushing in his defense of Loren:

"In that case, then this kind of thing is not what you say, just what?!"

Sylwick snorted coldly, and glanced at Count Gareth very contemptuously, the other party had already begun to use strong words, this was simply a clarion call for himself to pursue victory:

"Well, even if, as you say, it's me who has bad intentions, and I want to come forward and accuse Lord Loren Turin - but there's a key problem in this matter, and that's ......"

"Of you here, and even the entire Empire, has anyone seen Loren Turin before he was sixteen?!"

This question left many people stunned, not understanding what Sylvik was trying to say.

"No... As far as I know, no. Sylvik said gloomily, "I have collected a lot of information from Lothair, Gumu Town, Wild Dog Village... Anyone who remembers Lord Loren Turin has the unanimous answer: he was about sixteen or seventeen years old. ”

"Our Lord Loren Turin is like he fell from the sky, no one has ever seen him in his childhood, he has been sixteen or seventeen years old since he appeared in this world!"

"Nonsense!"

Count Gareth retorted sharply, but the more he refuted, the more he felt that he had no confidence, so he could only pull his dry and hoarse throat, and his cheeks were congested with excitement: "Those people were just bought by you, everyone knows that in Lothair, the power of the church is even greater than that of the duke!"

"May I think that you, Count Gareth, are questioning the integrity and authority of the Church?" Sylvik was also furious, and the other party had clearly accused himself of smearing the facts:

"Do you think I'm slandering?"

"Isn't it?!"

"It is absolutely impossible—what good is it for the Church to accuse and slander a Duke in public?!"

"Of course it'......"

Before Gareth could finish speaking, he felt himself being held down by the shoulder, and when he turned around, Count Eckert of Fort Fury stood behind him, calmly staring at the "arrogant and hateful" Deacon Sylvik opposite.

"That's the end of the quarrel, Deacon Sylvik. ”

Shaking his head, the Earl of Fort Fury sighed and said very calmly, "If you have anything else to say, please speak, and I assure you that no one will interrupt you in this room." ”

The Byrne knights, who looked at each other, were stunned for a long time, and they all retreated from their surroundings, either angry or suspicious, and their eyes moved back and forth between Sylvik and Loren.

One is the Church who is trusted by everyone, and the other is the Duke who led them to victory in the Centaur War and the Dwarven Civil War, bringing honor.

Who is the ambitious man who has the ill intentions to deceive them?

"There's only one ...... I'm going to say"

Sylvik's icy gaze swept over the thirteen counts, stopping at the black-haired wizard's face, and in the hall that was finally quiet, his righteous voice rang out:

"Lord Loren Turin, from the evidence I have found, you are not the grandson of Lord Leonardo Turin, let alone the son of Gaillo Turin—at most, just a waiter who was found and adopted by Lord Leonardo from somewhere. ”

"The surname Turin was stolen by you!"

After speaking, he raised his head and looked at the black-haired wizard with a solemn look, waiting for the other party to refute him.

True, the other party simply cannot refute himself.

Gaio Turin's epitaph, the record of Leonardo Turin in Lothair, was mainly provided to him by the envoys of the Duke of Arles, and some of them were also consciously or unconsciously detected by Sylvik.

Of course, this evidence is suspicious, but the advantage is that it cannot be falsified – whether it is the confessions of the people of Lothair or the epitaph of a chapel in Arles, they are real.

If Loren retorts that these are all fake, that the advantage is on his side, and that the seeds of doubt have been sown anyway, what awaits Byrne will be a fragmented infighting.

A Byrne who fell into infighting, from strength to weakness and even division, was the purpose of the Sylviks, and only by dividing them against each other could the church and the Celestial Dome have room to intervene.

As for his own life, Sylvik didn't care at all—it was better that someone would rush out and kill him now, and if he died by accident and died at this celebration, it was impossible to tell if it was Loren Turin.

So he will never hurt himself, and will even do everything he can to ensure that he will not have any accidents!

"Since you said I stole it, then ......"

Expressionless, Loren walked down the steps and looked at Sylvik:

"What do you want from me?"

I want you to go to hell, I want you to be ruined, I want you to be eaten alive by countless lives, and then I beg me to give you death!

Of course, Sylvic would only say these words in his heart, and he would not even show the slightest thought of this, and his eyes burned to meet Loren:

"I hope you can come up with enough evidence to prove your identity or refute everything I just said, to prove that you are the blood of the Turin family!"

"That's all?"

The black-haired wizard asked suddenly, an inquiring tone that sounded mocking to Sylvik.

"That's all. Sylvik nodded solemnly, he couldn't have slapped himself in the face now.

"Great. Loren smiled suddenly, and looked around the hall with a calm gaze: "I thought that the church was trying to seize me by the handle, let me go to hell, be ruined, be devoured alive by countless lives, and then beg to give me death." ”

Jokes echoed through the halls of the church, and many of the Thirteenth Earls and the guests present also showed a sneer of understanding, and many others were still angry and dissatisfied.

"It's better for you to say less of this kind of joke. Sylvik's expression was much more ugly: "Please also ask the Duke to come up with enough evidence as soon as possible to prove his identity." ”

"Proof, this is simple. Loren, who was smiling, raised his head and met the eyes that had changed from "righteous and awe-inspiring" to a little vicious:

"Since it is what happened in Arles, then ask the messenger of Arles to clarify it for me - Lord Bishop of Arles, please!"

Well?!

Following the gaze of the black-haired wizard, everyone in the hall looked back at the same time, looking at an old man with gray hair and a golden red church robe standing in the crowd.

"Your Excellency Duke of Byrne, Your Excellency the Deacons of the Church, and all the ...... present" With a friendly smile, the old man who came on behalf of the Duke of Arles had the posture of a good man:

"The identity of the Duke of Byrne should be a private matter of Byrne, and I and the Duchy of Arles do not intend to be involved. ”

Sylvik's face darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched instinctively.

Due to its remote location, the situation in Arles is similar to that of Byrne, if not more serious - although the local church is very devout to the church, it does not have much contact with the Holy Cross Church in the imperial capital, especially in recent years, when the church of Arles has become almost a semi-independent kingdom.

In particular, this Bishop of Arles is too long-lived, almost eighty years old, and he has not even the slightest intention of kicking his legs, so that the Church cannot change the bishop of Arles.

However, seeing that the other party is religious enough and can still follow the orders of the church most of the time, the Holy Cross Church will pinch its nose and endure it.

"It doesn't matter, you just have to say if you know or don't know, it's enough. Loren looked at each other indifferently, without the slightest hint of nervousness.

Now, on the contrary, Sylvik became nervous.

He knew that the Arles people were absolutely unwilling to be openly involved in this matter, otherwise Byrne and Arles would be in a desperate fight, so the other party would never admit it or take his side.

Of course, he doesn't need it, all Sylvik needs is that the other party doesn't take the initiative to deny his evidence and say that he faked it.

"As Bishop of Arles, I must admit that she is not a rich and prosperous country full of peace, and many things are not under my control. ”

The Bishop of Arles said in a tone of regret, but then the conversation changed: "But fortunately, on my way to Byrne, a priest who had crossed paths with the Duke approached me, hoping to see you again. ”

"He... Here it is right now. ”

In the midst of everyone's puzzled but somewhat expectant eyes, a young man in a black priest's uniform with an indifferent expression walked out from behind the bishop and bowed to Loren very stiffly.

"Lord Loren Turin, long time no see. ”

Sylvik suddenly changed color, speechless in shock.

That's right, it's him, that's him......

The one who provided him with all the evidence and information was him!

Why is he here, why?!

Suddenly, Sylvik figured out something.

The pupils gradually contracted, and the righteous and awe-inspiring expression was replaced by fear and became more and more hideous, and the flush on the cheeks faded into a pale that could not see the blood.

He didn't dare to look back at Loren, who had been expressionless all along, and even less at the Byrne knights around him, who were still amazed and angry—those eyes seemed to Sylvik as if they were chains that bound him one after another, slowly tightening, slashing his throat!

This is a bureau, a bureau that has been set up a long time ago... And he was really obedient, and he got into it without even thinking about it!

“... It was a sudden, and His Excellency Leonardo Turin was in a state of great grief, and in a hurry we were not able to record it completely, including whether the epitaph of His Excellency Gaio Turin should be engraved with his surname, and His Excellency Leonardo Turin hesitated for a long time. ”

"Therefore, in order to take care of Leonardo's emotions, we only registered his name, but the people in our church knew Lord Loren Turin. ”

As he spoke, the indifferent young man looked at the Imperial Justice, Victor Theseus, "Regarding this, the Heavenly Dome Palace, which has come to us to inquire about the situation and confirm the identity of Lord Loren Turin, should know. ”

Hearing this, Sylvik, who was extremely panicked, immediately turned his gaze to Victor Theseus, with a hint of begging in his eyes.

The indifferent archichamber's eyes flickered, and it was hard to determine what he was thinking, but if he was willing to stay out of it, or even deny its existence, or forget about it......

That's right, as long as he can deny it, even if it's just that he doesn't know, he can still ......

"As for the confirmation of the identity of the Duke of Loren Turin, it is the responsibility of the special intelligence officers of the Empire, and there is no subordinate relationship with the Imperial Cabinet; ”

Victor Hughes said coldly: "But... The information itself should be true. ”

Syllable!

At that moment, Sylvik's ears reverberated with a crisp sound, as if something was ......

Shattered.