In the rectangular hall, in addition to a big man of the Inquisition wearing a black robe, with a thin face, and a serious and cold temperament in his every move, there was also a knight wearing a milky white paladin cloak, wearing a shining Holy Cross, and a lady wearing a blue cloak, as conspicuous as the waves of the sea.

The young priest walked in with the whistleblower, and the three big men stopped talking. Master Tetus, dressed in black robes, glanced at the two of them with a cold and unemotional gaze, and without speaking, an invisible sense of oppression had already come over his face.

The knight in the milky white paladin's cloak glanced at the two of them arrogantly, and then continued to focus his fiery gaze on the cloak lady. The lady with the cloak didn't even look at the two of them, but just gracefully pondered the conversation she had just had with Master Tetus.

"Say it!"

Master Tetus's voice was as cold as his gaze, and he didn't shy away from the paladin in the pure white cloak and the lady's guest.

The young pastor hurriedly explained the contents of the report, and at the same time did not forget to show the thoughts and ethics of a shepherd of the Lord who defended the faith and was jealous and hateful, and made a profound criticism of this evil behavior of praising the evil old gods, and used various vivid examples to show how evil and dangerous this behavior is, and how much damage it will bring to the missionary cause of the church.

Master Tetus' gaze remained cold and noncommittal. The paladin, dressed in the milky white paladin's cloak, shook his head disdainfully, only the lady who was a guest looked slightly interested in it.

"Wait, Carl Rowland? The name sounds familiar, it's from the Rowland family?"

The attention of the knight in the milky white cloak was on the mysterious lady, and when she saw the interested look on her face, her mind couldn't help but rac, and she remembered where she seemed to have vaguely heard the name.

"Lord Karajan, this Carl Rolland is the knight of Crassus who defeated the Marcus family not long ago!"

The young priest couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, he knew that this noble knight was none other than Lord Karajan, the first guardian knight of the Church in the City of Silver Tide, and everyone knew that this important figure in the church had always been deeply in love with Miss Josephine, the queen of the waves.

He deliberately pointed out that this Carl Rowland had offended Miss Josephine in order to provoke the disgust and disgust of Lord Karajan.

Sure enough, Lord Karajan immediately sat up straight and suggested to Lord Tetus, "Heresy must not be condoned, and the slightest blasphemy is tolerated in the light of the Lord, even if it is of noble birth, it should be punished! Roland immediately questioned and examined, of course, in view of his status, for the sake of prudence, I suggest that the adults of the Inquisition personally question him, and if he is a heretic, then give him a severe punishment, and if he is not, then you can also restore his innocence yourself!"

Master Tetus looked grim and didn't say a word, just glancing at the young priest and the equally young whistleblower with a cold gaze.

Master Tetus's gaze was like a cold blade, making the young priest and the whistleblower feel as if they had been dissected in detail by countless cold blades inside and out, and there was no secret anymore, and suddenly remembered the various bloody legends of the Inquisition, and couldn't help but shudder, and secretly regretted it.

"A mere son of a marginal nobleman who has no right to inherit the family, will it also make Lord Tetus feel worried?"

Looking at the cold gaze and expressionless face of Lord Tetus, the corners of the guest lady's mouth, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly hooked up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, and said, "I thought that Lord Artest was on some kind of mission when he accompanied His Highness the Holy Maiden to the City of Silver Tide this time! But now it seems that Lord Tetus is so cautious in the face of a little poet......"

Saying this, the lady couldn't help but shake her head lightly, and sighed with a very sorry look: "It's a pity, it's a pity, who would have thought that the Inquisition, which once dominated the Church for nearly a thousand years and shrouded the entire continent in the light of the blood cross, would not fall to such an extent that even a small heresy could not be judged at will!

"The splendor and glory of the Night's Watch, no one is qualified to judge!"

Master Tetus glanced at the lady coldly, and said lightly, "If Miss Josephine has any doubts about the power of the Inquisition, you might as well try it yourself!"

The lady who secretly visited the big names of the Inquisition at night was none other than Miss Josephine, the "Queen of the Waves" of the Waves Trident family.

"Really?"

Miss Josephine sneered, met the cold gaze of Master Tetus, and replied without showing weakness: "I don't know how powerful the Inquisition is. But if you, Lord Tetus, are so apprehensive to a small poet, then I doubt the status of the Inquisition in the Church today, and the value of cooperating with you this time!"

Master Tetus stared coldly at Miss Josephine, and Miss Josephine did not back down, and looked at Master Tetus motionlessly.

The temperature in the hall dropped suddenly, and the cold and ruthless murderous intent lingered in every inch of space, making the young pastor and whistleblower feel nervous and nervous, like falling into an ice cave, and trembling all over.

After a long time, Master Tetus turned around and left the hall, and before walking out of the hall, he paused and said coldly: "Lord Karajan, please send two guardian knights, together with the night watchman, to bring this Carl Rowland, who is suspected of promoting the belief in the Old Gods, to investigate!"

With that, Master Titus would not leave the hall, and Miss Josephine had a triumphant smile on her lips.

......

And at this moment, Carl, who had just left Mrs. Loris's ball with a full harvest, was immersed in the joy of becoming famous in one fell swoop, and was completely uninterested in the fact that a big trouble was about to fall on him.

Tonight's harvest completely exceeded his expectations, not only with Homer's epic to impress Mrs. Loris, but also won her favor and funding, and successfully fired his first shot into the social circle of high society. also unexpectedly got the appreciation and recognition of Miss Melissa, another queen of the social circle, and suddenly gained enough reputation and status in the social circle.

Moreover, after the ball, Sir Grant personally asked him if he would like to be a Sufi tutor, and in order to find a qualified teacher for his daughter, he did not hesitate to offer a high salary of two hundred gold thalers a year, and even paid half of the deposit very generously in advance. This made Carl very excited.

However, these are not the most important things, Carl's biggest gain tonight is the first bloodline skill he awakens when he recites Homer's epic poem.

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