Olive felt that she was about to lose herself, she had mostly communicated with the gentle nuns and monks of the Church of Dawn in the past, and she had never thought that the people of the Church of Light would be so stubborn.

The Marquis of Lorraine, as an important member of the Flensian Council of Nobles, provided solid protection for the Chevalier family in the past, but now that the Marquis of Lorraine is gone, the underage Olive still looks a little immature in the face of the sophisticated Hardy Merce.

But she didn't think about backing down, she couldn't let someone with malicious intentions do anything to Charles, after all, what Charles said was true....... Mysterious enough.

Olive didn't think that the exorcist monks of the Church of Light were really here to see the real miracles, even if the Brother Hardy had good intentions, but could that Viscount Fort Chai Koman be a good man? No, no, no, they must have come to check if the Charles had any contact with darkness and demons.

Olive is not one of those ignorant fools, she knows very well what the Church of Light uses on "witches", a woman with a birthmark will be accused of being a "demon's mark", and a witch who is judged to be evil, even if she has no birthmark, she can be falsely accused of "the mark is invisible", as long as it is in the interests of some people within the church, anything can happen.

Now the attitude towards the Chevalier family within the kingdom is very subtle, and at this time, the exorcist monks of the Church of Light showed a tough attitude towards themselves, and Olive thought of a lot of possibilities in an instant.

Each possibility inspires conjectures and fears about the dark side of human nature in the minds of young girls.

"Miss Olivie, I've been here for a long time, and you insist on not letting us meet with Count Bayonne, can I think you're hiding something.....?" Miss Olive what a sin it is to blaspheme the light, you should know very well, right?"

Hardy Merce had lost his patience at last, and his gentle and warm smile had long since disappeared, as cold and hard as the pagan who had desecrated the light instead of a beautiful maiden sitting across from him.

As soon as Hardy Merce finished speaking, Olive changed her expression, her little face turned white with anger, and a pair of small fists clenched tightly under the table, and her small nails pierced her flesh.

"Brother Hardy, are you humiliating us Chevalier? I think you have forgotten who you are, not to mention that you are only a seventh-rank exorcist monk, even if you are Bishop Kelvin Leslie, we have the right to refuse you, you...... It doesn't represent the light!"

Hardy Merce watched the little girl who was less than 1.5 meters tall change from dignified and elegant to angry and stern, and he didn't feel any pressure, but felt a little funny.

"Whether I can represent the light or not depends not on your judgment of me, but on my devotion to the light, when I use my body and mind to dispel the darkness, I am the light, and the light is me!"

Hardy Merce smiled again, but not his signature gentle smile, but a murderous sneer.

"Are you the light? Are you calling yourself the messenger of light?"

Without warning, the door to the reception room opened, and a tall fat man entered, followed by a stern butler and a cold female knight.

The fat man walked up to Hardy Merce step by step, lowered his head and looked at him with a smile, this indifferent and arrogant temperament and attitude made Hardy Merce feel very awkward.

"Count Bayonne?"

Charles nodded faintly, and did not find a chair to sit down, but just stood in front of Hardy Merce, looking down at him.

Hardy Morse slowly stood up, and although he didn't want to admit it, the fat man's strong body and down-looking attitude made him feel unexpected..... Pressure.

"Really...... Damn, he's just a ninth-rank Wind Hunter......"

Despite feeling very uncomfortable, Hardy Merce still touched his chest with one hand and bowed slightly, making a greeting commonly used by the clergy of the church, "I have heard of the reputation of Lord Earl for a long time, and I have to say that it is really not easy to see you!"

"Since there is a distinguished guest, the host naturally has to dress more solemnly, so I specially chose a suitable set of clothes. ”

Charles tilted his head, the corners of his mouth curled obliquely, and made an evil and cold smile: "What should I call you now? Exorcist monk? Or the Messenger of Light from Russell's Church?"

"Lord Earl, I didn't say I was an emissary, are you sure I'm not joking?" Hardy Merce squeezed out a smile, looking a little bit of care.

But Charles still didn't give up, "Is it?' 'When I use my body and mind to dispel the darkness, I am the light, and the light is me!' I remember this sentence as the sanctification declaration of the Holy Messenger of Light, Polycut Sethra, do you think you ...... Is it qualified to be cited?"

“.......”

Hardy Merce was speechless, working his way up from the lowliest trainee monk to an exorcist in the Church of Light, and he knew too much about the methods within the church, and he knew too well how big the hat Charles was putting on himself now.

This famous quote of Polycut Ceshra is widely spread on the mainland, and all clergy who believe in light know this sentence, which is the self-evaluation of the former Knight Chief of the Church of Light after Polycut Cessra was promoted to a high-ranking paladin, and was later quoted by many high-ranking paladins or monks.

Many monks will also take this sentence as an obsession creed in their hearts, or as their own deathbed cry in the face of evil and darkness, but it is indeed suspected of putting gold on one's face to say this sentence openly in front of a nobleman like Hardy Merce.

It's just a low-level monk, and he's not worthy of it.

Forde Chacoman, who had come with Hardy Merce, knew that he could no longer sit by, that Hardy Merce had been invited by himself, and that Archbishop Kelvin Leslie was not as loving and kind as he appeared to be, if his reputation had been tarnished.

"Count Bayonne, Brother Hardy has heard of the annihilation of your Knights of Lorraine, so he has come to relieve the grief in your heart, and ...... I also want to pay a visit to what you said...... Miracles. ”

"Miracles?"

Charles was stunned, then suddenly understood, and he smiled and said, "I do feel the guidance and gifts of the gods, but I don't know if this is a miracle, and so much time has passed...... How can you recreate that scene?"

"As long as you have been favored by the gods, under the light of the light, you will show a different appearance from ordinary people. ”

Hardy Merce paused, then finally returned to his signature warm smile: "It seems that the Earl ...... It hasn't fully recovered, and I can't even remember the basic common sense. ”

"Hehehehehe, my memories after I was eight years old...... It's really vague......"

Charles calmly pointed to his head, then sat down on the sofa and greeted Hardy Merce in a friendly manner: "Please take a seat, Lord Monk, do you need to taste our dessert?"

Hardy Merce's chin was slightly raised, and he said lightly: "No need, Lord Earl, your time is very precious, let's start now! It only takes a few minutes for me and Viscount Fort to leave your sight, Miss Olive has been disgusted with us just now, and I am very disturbed by the inconvenience caused to you." ”

"Of course, I'll tell you the truth, I'm angry when I see this guy now. Charles reached out and nodded at Forde Chacoman, causing the latter to tremble with anger again.

Hardy Merce picked up his silver scepter, and the knightess and the old butler behind Charles stepped forward, watching the exorcist warily.

"Oh...... Lord Count, you are sure that your two retinues will not be disgusted with us...... Do you use force?"

Hardy Merce clenched her scepter and looked at the two people behind Charles with the same vigilance, especially the female knight Lola, whose palm had already touched the hilt of the long sword at her waist, and the fierce murderous aura unabashedly enveloped the exorcist monk.