The silver-haired Roderick stood in front of the altar, his mouth reciting the sacrifice, constantly blessing those who came to him, under the magnificent church dome, everything was so solemn, but in fact?

His heart was like a hemp rope, that beautiful and elegant figure had not appeared for several days, and for some reason, the state of mind that was originally as calm as the surface of the lake was like a stormy sea at this time.

"Bless your brother." The silver-haired Roderick used his overlapping fingers to draw a holy word on the bald top of a businessman, who happily kissed Roderick's ring.

Enduring the kisses of the bald merchants, the silver-haired Roderick repeatedly told himself that this was his position as a clergyman, but just as he looked away from the other party's dirty and greasy scalp, he suddenly found the wonderful figure at the end of the crowd, and for a moment Roderick felt that light filled the entire church.

"You haven't been praying in days." Enduring the slow-moving crowd, when the veiled beautiful woman finally came to him, the silver-haired Roderick suppressed the torment in his heart, and he whispered to the woman.

"I'm sorry, I sincerely repent of my crimes, but it's because of some unavoidable hardship." The veil was lifted, and a delicate face appeared in front of the silver-haired Roderick, and suddenly the Inquisition, who had been immersed in theology for half his life, felt suffocated.

Madame Nightingale took the silver-haired Roderick's hand, put her lips on the back of Roderick's hand and kissed it, she could already tell from the Inquisition's eyes that he was in love, Madame Nightingale was like a patient fisherman, she would not reel in the net quickly, but would wait for the best time.

But the Duke of Bemessi was already a little impatient, and a magistrate who did nothing made him feel like a fish in his own domain.

"Haven't you dealt with the Inquisitor yet?" Duke Bemessi roared, and the courtiers in front of him bowed their heads and remained silent.

"Dear Duke, we must be patient and not provoke the Inquisitor or alert him, and the plan is going well so far." The palace minister of the duchy cautiously stepped forward and said to the Duke of Bemessi.

"Hmph, abominable Inquisition, who is acting in my territory." Duke Bemessi was extremely uncomfortable in his heart, even if he had many lovers, but a man's jealousy was so strange, even if he was a woman who he snubbed, but once he thought of throwing himself into the arms of others, I am afraid he would be restless.

Lord Zach reclined behind the column, his glass in his hand, and squinted at Duke Bemessi sitting on the throne, as if nothing had anything to do with him, but in fact he was at least nominally a vassal of Duke Bemessy.

"The Duke is too anxious, but that Nightingale is very cunning." At this time, behind Lord Zack, Kate Archer said to him.

"When did he stop being impatient, do you remember what his mother said about him?" Lord Zack smiled, covering his face with a wine glass, and said to Kate's archers behind him.

"A fool of noble birth who thinks he is clever." Lord Zack and Kate Archer whispered almost at the same time, and after saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled, if it weren't for that noble bloodline, Duke Bemessi would probably not even be as good as an ordinary farmer.

"It's a pity, that throne shouldn't be sat by a fool." Lord Zach looked at the throne, which was not actually very ornate, with an oak base and a high backrest, with prayers carved into the armrests, and inlaid with gray turquoise, but no one would deny that it was a throne, as it was a symbol of the dukes sitting in power at the beginning of the Duchy of Bemessi.

"Soon, it won't be long, you'll be in it." Kate Archer whispered to Lord Zack's ear.

"Hmph." Lord Zack didn't care at all about this kind of rebellious words, he just snorted lightly, and he didn't know if it was a refutation of these words, or a sneer at the duke who gave orders on the throne.

Far north, in the dense forest of the lord's house, where many northern warriors and their relatives gathered, the long and bulky wooden tables were crowded with people, laughing and drinking so loudly that the noise almost tore the entire roof, Woolf sat in the lord's seat, his chair was cushioned with thick bear skins, and the white knight sat at his right hand.

"Here, eat this, the meat of the deer's back is the most delicious." Woolf personally cut off a piece of venison from the plate handed to her, and handed it to the White Knight, who was stuffed with greasy venison in the White Knight's arms, and the White Knight could not refuse, but could not eat so much greasy venison.

"Hahaha, don't be inhibited, this is the banquet of our northerners, when we die in battle, the Father will send a beautiful Valkyrie to welcome us to the Sanctuary, where we will drink and have fun with the heroes of the past, and tell our own stories." Algillen patted the White Knight on the shoulder and said excitedly to him.

"I understand, I understand." The White Knight was in agony, and almost every drunken northerner would never tire of saying the same thing.

"Come, mead, mead must be drunk at the feast." Algiellon picked up a horn glass, scooped the mead from the barrel beside him, and poured it into the White Knight's mouth, the smell of which made the White Knight push him away, and then ran to the side and vomited, which caused the others to laugh.

"So, a man can't be too girly." Algiellon shook his head, poured himself a full glass of wine, and said to Woolf.

Woolf smiled, and he stood up, now wearing the Earl Gülen's coat and the necklace of the earl's status around his neck, and he walked up behind the White Knight and patted him on the back.

"How's it going, are you alright? Please forgive their enthusiasm. Woolf said to the White Knight.

"No, it's okay, I put up with it, but what I can't bear is wasting my life here." The White Knight wiped the corners of his mouth and said to Woolf.

"What do you mean?" Woolf frowned and asked the White Knight.

"You've got your own territory, but I haven't, is our agreement still valid?" The White Knight leaned against the wooden pillar, surrounded by cheerful voices, but he was even more annoyed.

"Of course, but do you remember what I told you? We have to be patient. Woolf said to the White Knight.