Juanita Randolph moved from the back of the church into the sermon hall, her strong body slowly approaching, and her indifferent eyes made Barenster feel furious, and it was not until she approached that Barenster reacted.

"Godmother..... My lord, why are you here?"

"My beloved godson will become a deacon friar in this church tomorrow, how can I, as a godmother, not come and see what is inappropriate?"

Barencer was panicked by the indifferent eyes of Gianita Randolph, and he didn't dare to look at her at all, so he could only bow his head and reply: "A church will be built in three days, of course, there are still many deficiencies, and if the godmother thinks it is not suitable, just point it out, and I will slowly repair it in the future......."

Juanita Randolph put her finger on Barenster's chest and said, "I really found something that was not suitable, and that was that you were not suitable as a deacon monk. ”

“..........”

Barencer bit his lip and didn't speak for a long time, before finally he said, "Godmother, I'...... It was a deacon-bishop personally appointed by Cardinal Glaria, how could it be....... Not suitable?"

"Do you think you have the noble character and benevolent love of a monk of the dawn of light? You have to calculate even the godbrother of Charles, and you have to trample him under your feet, and the ugliness and darkness in your heart can no longer be suppressed, how can you be a deacon monk?"

Barencer listened to the words of Gianita Randolph, and his face turned pale at first, then from white to red, and the resentment that had been accumulated for many years finally blurted out.

"Charles is your godson, am I not your godson? you can go to Cardinal Glaria for his sake to intercede, but what about me?"

"After all these years, whenever an opportunity is presented in front of me, have you ever said a word for me?"

"I've been squeezed out of the way in the face of many promotions, even if I go with you to fight outside the northern wall this time, what have you done for me when you come back? What's wrong with me wanting to be a deacon monk? I don't know how many times stronger than those people in Brummer?"

"Brummer has a light ascetic uncle, don't I have an archbishop's godmother?I have more respect for you than for my father, but how do you repay me? Barin Mill is a knight, and Kerber is married to the daughter of the Viscount, and their godmother is not as good as you in terms of strength and status!

Barencest's face was distorted with anger, his voice became hysterical, and his reddened eyes no longer shided away, but did not hesitate to look at Gianita Randolph.

Juan Landolph's indifferent eyes also fluctuated, as if she had been told by Barrenster that something was painful.

"No matter how disappointed you are in me, you can't frame your godbrother Charles, you hate him for being better than you, but that's a title that his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather exchanged their lives for, and you can hate it if you want to hate it........"

"I didn't hate him, I didn't frame him, he had to kill that Brummer, he was a brainless idiot, can I be blamed for that?"

Barent waved his arms and began to growl at his godmother, and his body stepped back and accidentally knocked over the table and chair used for the sermon, making a "whoosh" sound.

Juanita Randolph was also furious, grabbing Basilent by the chest with one hand and lifting him up, "But at that time you just said that Charles would help you preach miracles and use his status as an earl to support you, but then why did this happen? If you know about Blumer's affairs, why did you drag Charles into it? Who instructed you? What did those people promise you?"

Barenster got his feet off the ground, nervously struggling to push his godmother's arm away, but Juanita Randolph was so strong that he could push an ant to a tree with the strength of a chanting monk.

"Tell me, who's in charge of all this, and Vanessa's slut, who the hell is she, who is secretly pushing these hard-working women to give flowers to Charles, haven't you caused him enough trouble?"

Barencer gave up struggling, looked at his godmother, whom he once respected, and suddenly smiled and said, "Do you want an answer? Why don't you ask Lord Greria?"

"Lord Greria, she's not going to be that kind of villain, never!"

"My dear godmother, if you don't believe that the Cardinal is a villain, then who believes that you are infested with darkness?"

“.........”

An angry Gianita Randolph suddenly fell silent, her indifferent eyes became complicated and tangled, and after a moment they reverted to a dead silence.

"You and I should both die outside the long wall, it's a mistake for me to bring you back!"

Gianita Randolph let go of her palm, letting Barence fall to the ground, and silently walked past him to the church door.

The moment Barencer landed, he suddenly felt empty in his chest, his grievances, grievances, and anger were gone, and his heart seemed to be gone.

He closed his eyes in pain, trying to hold back the tears, but it was doomed to be in vain.

"It's Wembley, it's His Royal Highness Wembley who promised me to become a real nobleman, but I really didn't expect Charles to be so reckless, I just wanted him to be a witness........"

Juanita Randolph's figure paused, and continued to walk out of the church door, her back still as tall as a gun.

"I'm sorry, Godmother!"

"I'm sorry, Charles!"

Barencer fell to his knees and did not rise until late at night, and in front of him, three statues of the goddess that had just been inaugurated stood in serenity and sanctity.

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"Barrenster said he could get me Glaria's favor?"

At dinner, Olive tells Charles about Barenster's visit in the morning, and asks Charles, who has been out in hiding for a day, to make a proper judgment.

"Do you think I need Greria's favor?

Charles put a spoonful of mushroom soup into his mouth, feeling the unique mixture of cream and butter, waiting for Olive to answer, in fact, compared to each other, Olive this girl without a title is the standard aristocrat of this world, and her style is also to follow the practice of the nobility.

"It is possible to establish a good personal relationship with the cardinal without intervening in the conflict between the churches, but the situation is very chaotic right now, so I think it is better to be safe, and it is enough for us to have the godmother to rely on......."

Charles nodded, "You're doing the right thing for Olivier, I don't need Greria's favor. ”

Charles is telling the truth, if he wants to get Greria's attention and favor, he can just throw out the identity of the gods, they are still busy to meet the competition, where do they need to use others to get in front of Greria?

Not everyone is qualified to show favor to the Charles.

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In the middle of the night, Charles, who had been sleeping soundly and soundly after a day of cold wind outside, was suddenly awakened by a spike-like palpitation.

After he woke up, he didn't immediately turn over and get up, but pretended to turn over, squinting his eyes and observing the room, the vortex of the assassin's talent spiritual power in his chest rotated naturally, and everything within a hundred meters radius of the bedroom was perceived in his mind.

A strange phenomenon has happened.

There was no second person in his bedroom, but there was a shadow of a person in Charles's mind.

"Another Assassin, and a very powerful Assassin, doesn't it mean that Assassins are a rare profession?

Charles simply closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, only observing her actions based on the perception in his mind, Charles is now a triple-gifted transcendent, and his perception ability can no longer be described by the word "excellence", and the other party can quietly enter his room and let himself have a palpitating reaction, he must not be an ordinary person, he is a master.

But after a few minutes, Charles doubted his own judgment, for the man did not appear to be a master at all, but rather a lame thief.

The thief rummaged through the room like a headless fly, moving lightly without making a sound, showing a high degree of body control, but she abandoned high-value items such as gold and silver, and he was not interested in the Bow of the Moon Shadow or Knight Twilight on the shelf, as if she was looking for a higher-value target.

What are you looking for? You don't want half a pound of gold, you don't want a transcendent weapon worth 10,000 gold, what more do you want?

"There is a more valuable thing in this room, that is, my lord, is it difficult for you to steal me?"

As a result, Charles had just had this idea, and the thief actually touched him.