Located in a green oil field about two hours from the Giant's Grip Inn, stands a manor called Garzyk.

The manor house contains buildings for daily needs, such as a mill, barn, drying room, blacksmith shop, and brewery, as well as a manor court and a prayer chapel to maintain order.

Rent farm tools, grind flour, cook bread...... A total of dozens of peasant families basically live around the estate.

But in the same way, whenever there is a "big event" on the estate, they cannot escape responsibility.

Not long after Bernie and his party rode through the village of farmhouses, the housekeeper of the manor approached the local farmers one by one and asked them to provide them with the ingredients they needed for the next banquet held by the lord of the manor.

"Be sure to pick the fattest one, this time it's the youngest son of Lord Earl and his distinguished guests."

In front of a fenced yard, the housekeeper of the manor commanded an old farmer with a scruffy beard with a serious expression.

When the old farmer heard this, he naturally didn't dare to refuse, but when the butler nodded in satisfaction and walked away, he spat on the ground.

"The youngest son must prepare the fattest one to send, and if the earl comes over in person, he will not be able to eat the poor......"

Having said that, the old peasant did not dare to disobey the orders of the steward, after all, the lord of the earl above could not come a few times a year, and the steward was always in charge of the manor.

The housekeeper usually not only serves as the judge of the manor, but also manages the daily operation of the manor, and if you really offend him, you will inevitably be excluded and targeted.

So after turning around and walking into his yard, the old farmer looked at the quacking ducks in the duck shed, and looked at it, aiming at a goal that was basically satisfactory.

Usually not very honest, but eats a lot, and is a male duck who can't lay eggs, the key is the fattest......

The duck was very easy to catch, and when the old farmer walked over, the ducks next to him rushed away in a panic, but it slept unusually peacefully, as if thunder could not move.

I pinched its neck and slapped it on the head a few times, but I didn't wake it up, it was extremely stupid.

The old peasant nodded with satisfaction, and the pain in his heart from the loss of his personal property was much better.

……

On the other side, Bernie was in a wooden hall decorated with rudimentary tapestries in the manor, leaning against the table and playing with a silver ore in his hand.

At the same time, he listened casually to the conversation between the young deacon and a middle-aged man in a black robe.

The black-robed middle-aged man is a member of a nearby church, and unlike Tracy, he does not belong to the Torah line, but specializes in demon hunting.

It is said to be a demon hunt, but in fact, it can be regarded as maintaining all the security issues involving the transcendent aspects within the scope of duty.

It's not just devils, demons, or hell apostles that hunt them, but also xenos and monsters of all kinds.

Therefore, what happens in the wild inn is under the jurisdiction of this person and his department.

Before leaving the hotel, Tracy wrote a letter to a nearby church, explaining the cause and effect, and then mentioning his own location.

So it didn't take long for the black-robed middle-aged man to come over and ask for details.

It's just that he seems to be more interested in the question of where the werewolf's lair is than he is in the hotel, and even turns his head to ask Bernie some questions from time to time.

He asked politely, and Bernie answered all questions, so in the end he left the place very satisfied.

"They couldn't find anything."

Looking at his departing back, Tracy turned to Bernie and said, "He asked very carefully, but I don't have any faith in the local church. If they had the ability, we would need to tell him that even a bunch of werewolves would have come in and slaughter...... Look, Bernie, things aren't going to go very well, they're just going to have to eat the ashes behind the wolf's ass......"

Although it has only been a long time since the hotel incident, this person's tone has unconsciously lost the previous senior tone when a veteran treats a novice.

The way he spoke at this time was as if he was facing an equal friend and partner.

Although in fact, one has been a senior deacon who has been in the church for many years, and the other has only been in the church for a few days, and even the status of assistant deacon has not yet been completely lost......

"Maybe they'll be able to figure out why werewolves are here." Bernie replied casually.

The battle ended, but the problem was not resolved.

"Unless the Holy Spirit blesses." Tracy said.

Perhaps there is a well-established chain of discrimination within the church, and this man speaks in a tone that unconsciously carries a kind of disapproval for the grassroots church.

Bernie didn't think the question was too important, so he turned to some questions about the casting of the relics—

At this time, the silver ore in his hand was called Mithril, a gift given to him by a survivor of the inn before leaving, and it was relatively rare to use to forge holy relics.

At the same time, although his extraordinary ability has not yet been fully awakened, the color on his face is basically invisible, which means that in a few hours, his ability will be revealed.

Therefore, the casting of the matching relics became Bernie's next private business.

But there was no need to hurry, as the owner of the manor, the son of the earl named Mitchell, had invited the two to lunch.

So they put an end to the topic for a while and were invited.

"I've asked the butler to prepare a comfortable room and hot water for bathing, and after filling your stomach, you can rest comfortably here for the night."

The chubby-looking son of a nobleman was very polite to the Bernies, and though not as affectionate as Eleanor for fear of being implicated in the massacre, he was also quite enthusiastic.

"I know that some of the church's work is confidential, so I don't dare to ask, but if there's anything I can do to help, I'm more than happy to help you."

After several people were seated in a gray-carpeted hall, the chubby middle-aged aristocrat claimed,

"Of course, I think it's important to get in shape first whatever you do, so we can talk about it tomorrow......"

He was referring to the current physical condition of several people.

Although the overall battle in the hotel did not last long, it was very physically and energetically demanding.

At the same time, several people were injured, although they were not serious, but they also needed to be treated.

Not long ago, I went through a handover and aftermath with the people in the local church, and it was already in the afternoon, and it would be night soon, and the night was the most unsuitable for going out to investigate.

Therefore, today's "work" is naturally only left with cultivation and eating-

The hall, which was not too spacious but not too narrow, was filled with fragrance at the moment, and since there were only the four of them involved, many things were convenient.

For example, on the opposite side of the table, near the fireplace, a middle-aged cook in a scarf is on the campfire handling a roasted whole lamb, tumbling and sprinkling, etc., and every piece of meat is cooked, the servant will serve it on a plate at once.

Several maids gathered around the table, pouring wine, cutting meat, and peeling fruit...... Very attentive service.

In the corner of the hall, it is not known where the son of the count, named Mitchell, has found an old bard, who is now playing with the lyre in his bosom with his fingertips, playing bursts of soothing and beautiful tones......

"I'm actually skeptical that this incident happened because of me."

At the dinner table, after chatting with the young deacon for a while, the middle-aged nobleman suddenly changed his words,

"I just went out to relax, and who knew that as soon as I arrived at the hotel, I met a bunch of nasty wolf cubs...... I doubt anyone is secretly luring them over in order to get me to die there. ”

"Why do you have such suspicions?" Tracy couldn't help but ask.

Even though the local church had taken over the matter, he still wanted to figure out why it happened.

"I'm not sure you can say."

The middle-aged nobleman looked around left and right, and then lowered his voice and said, "I can only say that the youngest son I gave birth to this year inherited the honor of my great ancestor, Tennison Cambore, while my brother only has two daughters......"

This sounded inexplicable, but several people at the table understood what this person wanted to express when they heard this, and Bernie, who had always focused on food, unconsciously glanced up at each other.

The so-called ancestral honor can actually be seen as a special title that involves transcendent aspects.

The origin of this title is often that a heroic figure in history once performed some kind of famous heroic deed, and then turned into some unique talent to be inherited by future generations.

For example, the Cambore family in front of him, according to Bernie, inherited the honor of their ancestors as "Conquerors of El Bay".

This honor is a gift for his increased vision in the Gulf of Eyre, the main city of the House of Cambore, and in the outer sea, and the ships he commands are faster than ordinary ships.

However, not all noble children can inherit the honor and talent in the family, and it seems that the one in front of him belongs to the one who has not inherited-

Having this kind of talent represents not only the power brought by the talent itself, but more importantly, the children of the nobility who awaken this talent can learn extraordinary skills from the church for a fee without formally joining the church.

This is also the only way for the aristocratic class to become transcendent without joining the church in an era when the church has supernatural powers and powers.

Of course, it is said that you can learn extraordinary skills without joining the church, but in fact, the heroic ancestors of the nobles were basically born in the church.

For only the Church has the means to obtain this "glory," just as it has mastered the vast majority of supernatural abilities.

This is also the reason why the petty nobles want to enter the church even if they break their heads, because only by obtaining this glory can their families enter the ranks of the high nobility.

The blonde boy at the table couldn't help but have envy on his face at the moment, and he seemed to feel that the problems encountered by the middle-aged nobleman belonged to a kind of "happy trouble".

It's a pity that the person concerned doesn't think so, and his face is full of grievances when he speaks, obviously very sure of the speculation that he was led by someone to wolf, so he complained about how he lived in the family every day.

Bernie wasn't very interested in any of this, so he listened for a while and then returned to the dish in front of him.

Creamy snail soup with lots of small mushrooms, round bacon pizza, pigeon pie with some flower lines on the skin, crispy trout sprinkled with almonds, sweet and greasy honey pie......

These all seem to be easy to whet your appetite, but Bernie prefers the plate of lemon roast duck surrounded by a few slices of lemon not far away......

"Am I unknowingly cursed? How can you always run into this guy......"

Scanning the plate of roasted charred duck with his chin in turn, Bernie thought thoughtfully.

"Isn't it to your taste?"

The fat nobleman who was talking to Tracy on the throne did not ignore the others at the table.

So he immediately noticed the strange expression on Bernie's face.

"It's just a little stinging in the wound on my arm."

Bernie smiled politely at the other side.

He did have a skin wound on his arm, which was left from the battle at the hotel, but because of his talent, it had begun to scab.

……

Just when the atmosphere of the banquet in the manor was strong.

In a wild forest about ten leagues from the manor, a mysterious man wrapped in a black cloth robe is kneeling under an ancient oak tree with a trunk entwined with vines, reporting his discovery.

"We've screened out specific targets, master."

"How's the strength?" With the breeze blowing the branches and leaves of the oak trees, an ethereal sound sounded faintly as if it were coming with the wind.

"An ordinary person with a 0-bit personality has not officially stepped into the extraordinary."

The black-robed man kneeling there replied respectfully, "If you need it, I will immediately capture him and dedicate it to you......"

The canopy of the ancient oak tree shook slowly at the sound of the words, and then the ethereal sound resurfaced.

"Since he is an ordinary man, it is impossible for the Church to leave a means of protection on him...... Three days later, there will be a Blood Moon, and during this time you have your eyes on your target, and when the Blood Moon is born, you will perform a ritual calling for my coming. ”

"This ......"

The black-robed man was quite surprised when he heard this, just because the meaning of the other party's words was obvious-he was ready to do it himself.

However, it seemed to him that an elephant was running against an ant...... Even if there are means of protection, what kind of wind and waves can ants stir up?

Maybe there's another reason......

Thinking so, the black-robed man didn't ask more, but nodded respectfully.

The canopy of the tree shook again, and the inexplicable aura around it dissipated.

Seeing this, the black-robed man knew that his master had left, so he slowly stood up.

Baron Hobert, who was not far away, saw this and hurriedly came over,

"Look, ...... master"

His tone was flattering, as if he was asking for something.

Of course, the black-robed man knew what he meant, and after looking at him a few times, he said meaningfully: "The reward has been placed in your hometown manor, you only need to arrive in time before tonight to see it, but remember, you have to go in quietly, and don't let anyone know about your existence when you don't find the reward." ”

"What is it?" Baron Hobert was excited when he heard this.

Listening to this meaning, it seems that the person in front of him has prepared a big gift for him?

The black-robed man smiled and didn't answer.