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The man who saw Pastor Frow with Monroe was only an assistant pastor, as a fifteen-year-old boy he couldn't help but be attracted to the beautiful woman, and he spied on them as Monroe lay with her under the laurel tree, but fortunately, he remembered the woman's face vividly, and the golden bell she hung from her waist, only Flo's priest would wear such a trinket, prostitutes were not allowed, and good family women would do so unless they were crazy.

Master Antonio immediately wrote a short note and gave it to the apprentice, who left and returned quickly, bringing with him a letter stamped with the lord's Ann Rui Ring and four heavily armed guards.

They rode in a carriage to Fro's temple to deal with the matter, and the guards followed on horseback.

Mage Antonio didn't put the letter in his pocket—perhaps because he noticed that the black-haired caster's gaze kept wandering around it, given that it was going to be used soon—and then, out of an older mage's affection for the young man and a subtle gratitude (for the water), Cremar got the important letter.

It was a square, well-made piece of calf paper, folded diagonally, that is, when folded, the paper was still a small square, with four corners opposite, sealed with red flames, and only a small part of the middle was uncreased, and it was written unusually briefly: As the owner of the Partridge Hill and the White Tower, before sunset she temporarily gave the right to the part that belonged to her. In search of a blasphemous man who was not only her eyes, but also her mouthpiece, and therefore hoped that he would be treated with the respect and help he deserved, and so on and so forth—the mineral ink shimmered with metallic sheen, sprinkled with pearl oyster powder that dried the ink quickly, and the signature at the bottom was in the same handwriting as the contents of the letter, with childish arcs and overly forceful pauses, and little holes were poked in several places.

The date was written on the crease, which was conventionally placed at the beginning of the letter, and it was evident that it had been forgotten and rewritten, and the signature at the end was not only the cinnabar seal left by the lion's claw medallion, but also the administrative seal of the axe-grabbing lion entrenched on the tower, indicating that it was not only the will of the lord, but also the support of the consuls of the White Tower.

Cremar read the letter several times, and found no hint of trepidation and humility, only a barely polite and aggressive manner—a remnant of the clergy of his world in the memories of the otherworldly soul In the Middle Ages, when science was not so advanced and mankind was almost dependent on faith as spiritual food, those who served the gods, both in the East and the West, always received a little privilege and extra respect, even if their gods never really appeared before the world, and did not give any tangible favors and punishments...... He thought it was going to get worse here, you know, the gods here were as real and omnipresent as air, but as far as he could see, it didn't seem to be the case.

-- The laws vary from region to region -- The lich said that only in some countries and regions that are regarded as their own by the gods will be in the situation as you think, they usually worship only one god, and the servants of the gods will reach out to every corner, from the most noble royal family to the lowliest slaves, they are only allowed to appear one voice, one color and one symbol, they do not law but divine law, everything is born around the needs of the gods, and those who believe in other gods are expelled and killed without mercy - naturally, Priests and priests of the only faith would also be elevated to a point where they could act as both judges and executors - they would certainly not allow the knife they held to pierce their bodies, and they would be said to be completely above the law unless it was an internal struggle and strife.

As for the White Tower, its owner was a lord under the lords of the lords, and his territory was littered with temples and sanctuaries of a dozen gods, and as a ruler he would never allow anyone to share his power - as is the case in most parts of the continent - and not even the priests or priests would easily escape punishment if they violated the laws they had made, and even the priests and chief priests could not shake their final verdict as long as they could present conclusive evidence or identious witnesses.

In addition, the former immortal continued, the status of priests and priests depends on whether all the powers of the gods they serve are sufficiently close to the needs of mortals - like Flo, whose handmaidens are sometimes even lower than that of a commoner, because the gods they serve are only in charge of love and **, and who needs the blessings associated with them except prostitutes and sluts, and their benefactors and lovers? As for punishment, they did not dare to curse someone for losing their ability to reproduce or for ruining their marriage, for that would provoke the wrath of Gredi, a powerful deity in charge of childbirth and marriage.

So, it doesn't matter if one or a few priests offend one or more of Flo, if we were to visit the temple of Gredi or the sanctuary of Woking, then I believe the lords of the White Tower would be a little more cautious.

The otherworldly spirits seemed to want to ask something, but now that they had reached their destination, Kerryben interrupted the conversation by gently patting Cremar on the shoulder.

The temple of Flor was beautiful and exquisite, with eight pillars at the east and west ends, and twelve on each side, and a huge portico, and the walls and floors were paved with a strange stone of fine material, as white as the skin of a young girl and a girl was pink, and not as cold and hard as other stones, and where the statues of the gods stood in other temples and sanctuaries, there was only one wall of relief of which stone was also the main material. It looks like it's just a few irregular, rounded bumps and depressions, but as soon as you look at it for a while, it changes—arms, legs, feet, chests, buttocks, beautiful faces, men and women, with smooth skin, naked, alive, turning, tightly intertwined like snakes, muttering touching love words, and posing in all sorts of incredible gestures......

Kerry held up a palm to block Cremar's eyes.

Flo's senior pastor chuckled sarcastically, she looked only about twenty years old, but she had the elegance and maturity of a forty-year-old woman, or rather, the weariness and weakness of an eighty-year-old woman.

"You're talking about Rosie, she's dead," she said in a hoarse voice, "it's not madness, it's fever, we burned her." She ignored Antonio, who had dealt with the mage, an old stubborn who had been petrified and frozen, and the ranger Careyben, who would have cut him with her own hands if she had the chance—she was only interested in the strange new face, and he was a child, with black eyes that were indescribably beautiful.

"Did she leave anything behind?"

"Some clothes. Flo's senior pastor, while fiddling with the bell on his waist in boredom, made it jingle non-stop,

"And the accessories. "Master Antonio knows that the last thing a priest with is that is lacking in those things.

"Yes, some trinkets," said Flo's senior pastor listlessly, staring at Cremar, "Let that little black-eyed guy come with me, or nothing." ”

Cremar just blinked, "Okay. He said.

After about lunch, Cremar and Flo's senior pastor descended the stairs leading up the corridor on the second floor, carrying a heavy suitcase.

"Don't forget what you said," said Flo's senior pastor, "you're going to send everything back in the same amount." ”

"Even if you can't send it back. "I'll also send back gold coins of the same value," Kremar said. ”

"Good boy," Flo's senior pastor said softly, "I know you're not going to make me sad." ”

"What did she do?" asked Mage Antonio on the way back, trying to cast a spell that Kremar stopped just in time.

"She didn't do anything," said Cremar helplessly, "and they were placed in the first room of the cloister on the second floor, and she just asked me to sit with her for a while, where there was a full-length mirror from which you could see the whole hall, and there she laughed at your restlessness and irritation...... That's it. ”

Antonio twisted his beard, and Kerry shook his head with a smile.

To their disappointment, Reverend Flo's chest contained nothing but fragrant silk clothes and jewelry, no badges, no letters, and no scrolls. Mage Antonio cast a detection spell and was unable to find any magic paraphernalia inside.

Cremar kept his promise and put everything back in the box and sent it back.

Flo's senior pastor was hosting an important "friend" when another pastor took over her work, and she looked up with a strange look after taking stock for a while.

"Any questions?" asked Cremar.

Her gaze paused for a moment on Cremar's black silk robes, then to his fluorite collar pin, then to his Mithril belt, and finally to the ruby ring that almost covered a knuckle.

"Maybe I'm mistaken," she said slowly and hesitantly, "I remember that Rossi must have had a golden bell, the size of a hazelnut, set with precious stones." ”

"We ......," Cremar tried to say they hadn't seen, but he paused, "Has she had this bell for a long time?"

"No," said the priest, "only two days, or one day, just before she died of fever, and I don't know—even if she had gotten it before, then at least she hadn't shown it to anyone—the bell was strange," she said, "and it had no sound." ”

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-- Summoning a priest or priest is a dangerous thing to do, said the lich.