"What, fifteen silver coins to buy such a piece of waste?" Anne slapped the table in front of her and shouted angrily to Bruce.

"Then I can't watch him be thrown downstairs!" Bruce picked up the chicken thighs from the wooden plate and nibbled on them.

Anne looked at Edward, who was sitting at the other table, as he pulled out a small bottle of olive oil, polished his hair, and sat down beside Mavis, pulling out a red rose from his sleeve as if by magic.

"Beautiful young lady, you are the most beautiful lady in this Duchy of Bemessi I have ever seen, oh no, the most beautiful lady in the entire Dias continent." Edward was like an actor on a gorgeous stage, waving his arms with exaggerated limbs, as if Mavis in front of him was the queen of the palace, and his high-pitched tone made the people in the tavern burst into laughter.

"Well, I made the wrong decision." Feeling ashamed, Bruston turned his face and tried not to know the person at the next table, and whispered to Anne, who had no choice but to roll her eyes and express her dissatisfaction.

"Giggle." Mavis found it very interesting, she stretched out her right hand for Edward to hold, and looked at Edward's eyes through the wooden table with affection, acting like a fascinated little girl who had never seen the world.

"Beautiful young lady, I have a gift in the room above me that suits you perfectly, would you like to take a look?" Edward was immediately proud that the beautiful little lamb looked like it was about to fall into the mouth of his big bad wolf, so he stroking Mavis's little hand while the iron was hot, and whispered to Mavis.

"yes, I'm looking forward to it!" Mavis blinked, a shy and curious expression on her face.

Edward quickly stood up, took Mavis's hand and walked towards the stairs, Anne was surprised to see it, and she also stood up to stop Mavis, but was stopped by Bruce.

"What are you going to do?" Bruce said to an anxious Anne as he drank the weak beer in his glass.

"To stop Mavis, of course, don't you see what the Pale Knight is trying to do? He was like a wolf, eager to devour every pretty girl he saw. "Anne saw a lot of this kind of aristocracy in Locke Manor, and the lustful and greedy men often toyed with the girls and then abandoned them.

"Don't worry, it's not certain who swallows whom." Bruce was not worried about Mavis at all, he had personally experienced the horror of the swamp witch, and Anne also remembered Mavis's terrible identity, but still sat beside Bruce worriedly.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly Edward's howl sounded from the upper floor of the guest room, and the people who were drinking and having fun in the tavern raised their heads in surprise, followed by a series of hurried stairs, Bruce couldn't help but stand up and look at the staircase, only to see Edward stumbling all the way, and his ragged body covered his lower body.

"Wow, spider, spider bites my little brother." Edward screamed in pain at the mouth of the wooden ladder, but accidentally tripped and rolled his entire body off the wooden ladder.

"Hahahaha."

"The spider bit my penis, hahaha." The people in the tavern laughed and laughed as they looked at Edward as he rolled down.

"Idiot." Bruce sat down and shook his head, picking up his glass and drinking again.

After a night's rest in the tavern, when Bruce and the others were about to leave the bustling town, Bruce saw a strange scene, the church bell rang, and people gathered to the town's church from all directions.

"What's going on?" Bruce asked Anne curiously.

"Ah, Lord God above, how did I almost forget that today is St. Murphy's Martyrdom Day, and there is a piece of St. Murphy's relics in this church." Anne patted her little head and explained to Bruce.

It turns out that every Good Friday of St. Murphy's death, the bishop would order the relics kept in the church to be carried out and paraded through the streets of the town to receive worship and salutation from the faithful, and this day would be a big day for the whole diocese.

"It is said that the relics left behind by St. Murphy will bring people the miracle of travel safety, and they are still very famous in the principality." Anne craned her neck at the back of the crowd, curious about what the church's relics looked like.

"Let's take a look." Bruce walked in the direction of the square where the people were gathering, and Anne and Eve the Huntress hurriedly followed.

"St. Murphy bless us~~." In the square, people cheered in the direction of the church, staring patiently at the gold-clad cedar doors of the church.

The bell on the roof of the church stopped, and the aftermath slowly spread around, and when the last shimmer of the sound fell, the door of the church slowly opened, and four hooded monks came out carrying a golden cabinet, followed by priests in monks' robes, and choir children singing hymns.

"Bless us~~." The crowd began to crowd in the direction of the golden chest, and everyone wanted to get closer, and immediately a hundred town guards ran out with spears in hand, and they formed a human wall with their bodies to separate the crowd from the relics.

At this time, a series of horses' hooves sounded from outside, and Bruce looked over curiously to see that Bishop Starley was riding a horse, surrounded by a group of charismatic knights, these charismatic knights were wearing silver burqas, which represented their unusual secular knighthood, and Countess Randall was standing on the steps of the church waiting for the bishop at this time, she seemed to have come for this festival.

The pot-bellied bishop dismounted with difficulty with the support of his attendants, he was wearing a crimson bishop's robe, a green jade pendant around his neck, and a ring on his fingers as thick as sausages, he came to the countess and stretched out his right hand, and the countess quickly bent his knees and kissed the bishop's ring.

"I didn't expect the bishop to be so powerful." Bruce looked at the arrogant Bishop Stanley and couldn't help but sigh, the bishop's wealth was really shocking.

But soon Bruce understood how the bishop's wealth had been accumulated, and at the beginning of the reliquary, the madmen smashed the money bags around their waists into the reliquary, and the coins flew like snowflakes in the procession, and there were children who specialized in collecting coins, and they dragged a large coarse linen bag and put the fallen coins and bags into the coarse linen bag, and soon the bag was filled and another group of children carried the bag full of coins into the church.

", the old paper should also be a magic stick." Bruce, whose eyes were red, said with bared teeth.