After a morning of commemoration, Bishop Harvey and the two priests next to him gave a few orders, and then quietly left. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After leaving the house, the Bishop stepped into the carriage and wanted to return to the First Church in a trance, only to remember that his old nest had been burned down, and the Holy Light Inquisition had been temporarily moved elsewhere, and it was tightly guarded and invulnerable.

"Go to the new Inquisition." The Bishop commanded.

This temporary Holy Light Inquisition is heavily guarded, but after all, it has only just been built, and many things are not functional.

According to the rules of the Holy Light Inquisition, no matter what crime you are guilty of, you must first whip it. The paladin attendants and saintesses who had just been sent here should have enjoyed such treatment, but unfortunately, the Holy Light Inquisition didn't even have a whip because it hadn't made any progress recently, so they had to temporarily find two sticks instead.

By the time the Bishop entered, the appetizer had already been enjoyed, and the paladin's squire was beaten to the point that he was humming in his cell. The two burly men in charge of the punishment were washing the blood-stained sticks outside the cell, and they were very proud to comment on the painful expressions of the paladin squires when they were tortured just now.

Seeing the purple cardinal who came in person, the two immediately restrained their smiles, stood up and bowed to greet them.

"Get the guy out of the way, I've got something to ask him." Bishop Harvey commanded.

A minute later, the young paladin squire, who had just been tortured, was once again dragged out of his cell. Bishop Harvey looked at the dying bloody guy in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, thinking that these guards in the Holy Light Inquisition had really honed themselves into sadists, and they didn't even have a trace of mercy when they beat people.

"Tell me what happened today." Bishop Harvey sat in his chair and looked at the paladin who was slumped on the ground.

But apparently this guy has been beaten to a distraction, his blood-soaked eyes can't be opened, and his throat is like something, and he can only make some noises.

Bishop Harvey leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Wow!"

Without warning, a mouthful of blood erupted from the paladin's squire's mouth, staining Bishop Harvey's purple robes a deep purple. This unexpected scene startled the guard, who stepped forward and kicked the guy who was vomiting blood in his mouth to the side, and nervously leaned over to ask the bishop if he was okay.

But Harvey, who was gloomy, suddenly raised his head and gave the guard a solid mouth.

"Bastard!" A roar like a lion's roar, "Don't you guards do anything but beat people?" ”

In fact, the guards were tempted to say that the maker of this "rule" was none other than Bishop Harvey. But he knew that in the current situation, such a rebuttal would have a very bad effect, so he had to swallow his anger.

"What about the woman?" Harvey asked.

"I'm locked up in the women's cell, and I heard I'm locked up with the witch I caught yesterday."

However, when he arrived in the cell, he found that the saint had already touched the wall and died, and the so-called "witch" next to him was muttering something and smirking at Bishop Harvey with saliva.

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The vicious dog, who was waiting in the square in front of the chapel to receive the "Holy Communion", inexplicably received a system prompt: "The hidden quest 'Dust the Holy Light' has been triggered, the mission objective is to cause the Light Race to kill each other, and the quest reward is to gain one skill point for every twenty people who die." ”

“****！”

Pije bared his teeth in displeasure. He didn't like this kind of long-term planning task, although sometimes success meant earning a lot of skill points, but it was not only brain-consuming, but if it didn't work, it meant nothing, and it was better to find ogres to collect souls.

"Little girl, based on your current weight, I think it's necessary to remind you to eat in moderation." The guy in charge of serving the meal couldn't help but remind Alice when he saw it. But even with that, Alice was filled with a large spoonful of food.

And when it came to Anne, who looked less like a chef and more like a funny animal trainer from the circus, she praised unabashedly: "Ah, what a beautiful young lady." I think those words have been said countless times by others, so I won't say any more - well, this bowl is for you. ”

In terms of quantity, Anne received half as much communion as Alice.

The girl in the water tank pouted, feeling a little angry at the unfair treatment she had received. She asked in a low voice, "Anne, why do we have to stay here, why don't we go back to eat?" You see, these guys don't even have meat in their meals. ”

"Because we still have things to do." Anne said.

As she spoke, she pretended to glance casually at the old paladin Herbert, and when she saw that the old fellow was also looking at her, she immediately looked away.

At this time, Piger was staring coldly at the chef in front of him.

"I don't really have any bones here." The chef looked at the vicious dog who was lined up with the others with a sad face, "Don't you stare at me like that...... Don't look at these loaves of bread. The church has a rule that food cannot be wasted. If I were to give you one, I would never be able to eat this bite again if the grandfathers in the temple saw it. ”

Seeing that the vicious dog was about to go crazy, Anne hurriedly beckoned him over, looked around, saw that no one paid attention to her, and hurriedly fed the food in her hand to this guy.

"Wow, Annie, you gave him all the food." Alice was dumbfounded, "You're going to be hungry." ”

Anne smiled and said nothing. But when she looked at the old paladin with the rest of her eyes, she found that the other party's attention had shifted elsewhere.

Sometimes, it's the devil in the details.

Here, Anne's identity is a nobleman of the Free Federation of Heims, which she must always remind herself of. And if you want to play the role of this nobleman well, you must not only be familiar with the etiquette of the nobles, but also know the small problems of the nobles.

Even the most down-and-out nobles will not be stingy with food and clothing. Now Anne was wearing a long dress of fine texture worth twelve gold coins, and her dress was of course impeccable. But a refined nobleman would not eat these commoner foods mixed with a lot of coarse grains, and now Anne gave them all to Piger, which was in line with the temperament of the noble lady.