"Baroness Cornelia!"

Cornelia had her back to the door of the church, and when the nobles forced their way into the church despite the resistance of the cathar knights, they saw only her back sitting quietly in front of the idol, her head bowed in silent prayer.

Their retinue squeezed away the cathar knights and clergy in their path with a ferocious look, and five unscrupulous nobles stepped out of the crowd and landed on Cornelia's back with hostile gazes.

The leader of the team was none other than 'Viscount Kers', and he had asked Cornelia last time, but because Cornelia was very tight-lipped, he couldn't find out.

He didn't think it was a mistake he took lightly, because the nobility and the church had been the rule for hundreds of years to interfere with each other, and no one would think that the 'noble church' could really do such a bold thing.

Cornelia, who closed her eyes and prayed silently, opened her eyes slightly, did not look back, and said softly: "The church is important, if there is no important matter, please do not make a loud noise. ”

"I have something important to discuss with you right now!" Viscount Kers stepped forward and stood behind Cornelia.

His eyes widened, and he waited for her to look back, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't make any moves.

Just as Viscount Kers was feeling impatient, Cornelia suddenly asked, "Sir Kers, I have given up the title of the Farasu family to my nephew, and judging from his recent performance, he has done a good job, so you can no longer call me 'Baroness'—do you have anything important to discuss with me?"

The muscles in the corners of Viscount Kerr's eyes twitched, and then a wave of anger rushed to his brain, making him stomp his feet in resentment, and shouted fiercely: "Bishop Cornelia, please don't say such things, are you really a blind man, and you can't see the current situation in the Duchy?"

Cornelia silently turned her head and looked at Viscount Kers.

However, it was her calm appearance that angered Viscount Kers even more.

Her face was as usual, and she said indifferently: "I'm not blind, I can naturally see it, but this is the task given to us by His Majesty." And didn't I say that? I think Walker did a pretty good job......"

"You bitch!"

Angry, Viscount Kers reached out to Cornelia, but just as he was about to grab the collar, Cornelia suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, and for a moment he was stunned, his right foot spun with his body, and his heel kicked him in the ankle.

Before Viscount Kers, who was in pain, could exhale in pain, his fat body had already risen into the air under the screams of others, and he landed on his back with a "bang", and was thrown to the ground by Cornelia.

The fat fat bounced like a wave under the skin, and Viscount Kers curled up his body, his facial features wrinkled, and he exhaled in pain: "Oh!"

After throwing the nobleman on his back and falling to the ground, Cornelia straightened up and looked at him condescendingly, "Sir Kears, who gave you the courage to challenge a priest at the level of 'bishop'?"

Viscount Kers felt pain all over his body, and his head was even more chaotic, and the sound he heard was sometimes loud and small, and there was a sound of dysprosium lingering in his ears, and his brain seemed to almost explode.

Cornelia's strength is not weak, not to mention that she is the bishop of the goddess of progress, let's just say that she has been training since she was a child, and even at this age, she can still easily defeat several adult men with her bare hands.

This nobleman has a weak footsteps and a weak body, although he can use the weight of his body to bully ordinary people, but when he comes to her, it is useless.

Viscount Kers curled up and whispered as if he hadn't heard her, and hadn't reacted.

Seeing his reaction, Cornelia snorted coldly and turned her head to look at the other four nobles, but the moment they looked at them, they actually flinched!

The other four nobles had twinkling eyes and dodged, and none of them dared to make eye contact with Cornelia.

However, Cornelia had long anticipated their reaction, if 'bullying others' was what they did best, then bullying the weak and fearing the hard was their essence - these guys would just go with the flow, when they were strong, they would dare to be unscrupulous, and when they were weak, they would lower their heads as if they didn't see anything.

Not only these four guys, but even the one lying on the ground, and most of the nobles on the continent!

They don't have the slightest 'ambition' or the slightest bit of enterprising, they will only sit back and enjoy their achievements, and they will not be able to bring the slightest progress to this society, and will even drag down the development of society.

This is a group of 'moths', and a very small number of enterprising nobles, even if they are brutal, can at least make society progress.

However, this is only a very small number, and the group of idiots who appear in front of her now are the vast majority.

They will not let go of the power in their hands, so now this society can only be changed by violent means!

"You guys, is there anything else?" Cornelia asked calmly, the indifference in her eyes that made the nobles shudder.

"Be careful, Lord Bishop!"

At this moment, an exclamation sounded, and Cornelia was grabbed by the ankle before she could react in time.

Viscount Kers had already risen from the ground, and with a hideous expression, his right hand suddenly slammed into the ground, tearing Cornelia to the ground.

"Kill them, kill them!" the nobleman cried out, and then he clenched his fist and slammed it into Cornelia's head.

Still, the fear of the 'gods' and the church made their men hesitate for a moment.

Then, seeing a dazzling light suddenly lit up in the church, Cornelia got up from the ground with an expressionless face, lifted the corner of the gown, glanced at the blood stained on the robe, and frowned slightly.

The headless corpse fell to the ground with a "plop", and the other four nobles and their doglegs trembled.

"Kill, kill, kill......"

A nobleman stared at the headless corpse in amazement, his trembling lips repeating a syllable, and it wasn't long before he managed to scream: "Murder!!

They don't think that 'civilians' are the same as them, human beings of the same level, so they don't think that killing civilians is a sin, and some even take pleasure in it.

But when what they thought was a 'human of the same level' fell in front of them, their brains went blank and fear arose.

The church was in chaos, and everyone's thoughts were confused, because a real nobleman had fallen here, in front of their eyes!

"Quiet!"

Cornelia's voice seemed to have a sense of power, and after she gave a soft snort, all the panicked people calmed down.

But after calming down, a chill rose from the hearts of the four nobles.

Because she did kill someone, a nobleman, a nobleman who was alive just a moment ago, had now been turned into a headless corpse, lying there quietly.

Blood was still warm gushing from the broken neck, and just a glance at it made them feel oozing.

Cornelia glanced back at the idol and bowed slightly to the Goddess of Progress to apologize, saying that she didn't really want to kill people in the church......

The resolute-faced Goddess of Progress watched everything in the church quietly, as if acquiescing in Cornelia's actions.

Then Cornelia turned to look at the other four nobles and asked softly, "Do you have anything else?"

The four nobles hurriedly shook their heads, for fear that they would be killed here a second later.

Seeing their appearance, Cornelia smiled slightly, and continued to ask, "So, are you willing to believe in our lord?"