After Sleta was put on the roof of the carriage by Beres and standed, it stands to reason that she should not stand on the top of the carriage with the little master, and now she must get out of the carriage immediately and leave Sleta alone.

However, Bereth was worried that an ignorant civilian would throw a stone at Sretta, so she became unable to get off the roof of the car.

Seeing that Bereth was worried about something, Sleta glanced at the crowd, and seeing that the civilians were not too angry in their eyes, she waved her hand to let Beres get out of the carriage, saying not to worry.

Seeing this, Beres couldn't persuade anything, so she could only go down to the groom's seat and wait for Sresta, if there was an accident on the roof of the car, such as Sreta falling from the roof, she could still help in time.

Sleta was wearing a black aristocratic dress, which was specially customized for her by Xu Mu half a year ago, even if she had better clothes to wear now, she still liked the one she was wearing the most.

The black aristocratic dress made no secret of Sresta's status as a nobleman, with a string of ornate jeweled chains hanging from the hem of the dress, two small hands wearing black fluffy gloves, and a fluffy robe draped over her shoulders, which swayed in the cold wind.

Sleta pursed her lips, and her big cute eyes looked at the crowd, and the crowd scanned the heads of the people, from one end of the street to the other end of the street, and even beyond, but Sreta couldn't see that far.

How many civilians are there on this strike...

Sleta didn't speak, standing on the roof of the carriage and being stared at by so many people, her heart was very nervous, her heart was beating fast, and her face was already red from the cold wind or something.

The crowd began to talk about it.

"Who's the little girl on the roof of the carriage?"

"Oh my God, you don't understand this?"

"Tell me who it is?"

"Remember some time ago, wasn't the nephew of the ceremonial officer killed in the street, you should know this? ”

"I know this! Evil ceremonial officer, wasn't his nephew directly killed by the knight captain's sister in the street... Could it be that the little girl on the roof of the carriage is the sister of the knight captain?"

"I was there, and I watched her take a dagger and plunge it into the head of the ceremonial officer's nephew!"

"Oh my god... Then why is this noble lady here?"

"Who knows. ”

The civilians of the capital may not know Sreita, but almost everyone knows what Sreta does.

Sleta punished the nephew of the ceremonial officer who did evil in the capital, and this matter had already spread among the civilians, and everyone's opinion of the Xu Mu family was naturally good, especially Sleta.

The person who recognized Sreta now told Sreta whose identity she was, and suddenly the crowd rippled away like ripples of the waves, and then everyone knew Sleta's identity.

The crowd even shouted from some civilians who admired the Knight Captain.

"Honorable Miss Sleta!"

"Miss Sleta Gui'an!"

How could the civilians pick up a stone and smash Sreta when they found out who she was, but they were also curious, wondering why Sreta was here.

Sleta saw all the reactions of the crowd in her eyes, and on the surface it looked plain, but in her heart she was extremely alarmed, and she didn't know how to say anything for a long time...

Standing on the roof of the carriage, watching the eyes of the crowd and listening to the greetings of the civilians, she felt as if she had the world.

......

The Holy Maiden was praying her daily prayer in the main temple of the temple, kneeling on cotton mats, clasping her hands together, bowing her head to the statue of the god and reciting the prayer silently.

The servants of the main hall also knelt down and prayed together, obviously no one commanded, but everyone's movements were the same.

A sacred and inviolable atmosphere surrounded the main hall, and even the servants who hurried at the door hurriedly knelt down and prayed when they saw the main hall like this.

Even if there is an urgent matter, no one dares to disturb the holy woman when she prays.

The prayer had lasted for a while and at last it had ended, and the holy woman was the first to stand up and bow to the gods, and then she turned and motioned for the servants to rise.

The servants of other people's houses serve the master of the house.

However, the servants of the temple are all of the will of the believers, and the conditions for becoming servants of the temple are not low.

And the servants also claim to be the servants of the gods.

When the prayer was over, the servant at the door came to the saint and said that he was in a hurry.

Hearing that the civilians of the capital had broken out in a strike march, the holy woman raised her eyebrows and was not nervous and worried at all, originally Xenia asked Sleta to secretly continue to do things, just to get to this point.

But there was something strange about the Holy Maiden, and that was how Sleta did it, and the civilians rioted without receiving any advance news.

It apparently took only one day to get the civilians together to strike and march, and the saint couldn't help but be a little interested in Sleta's mouth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the people of the capital have rioted and marched because of their resentment against the nobles, and in order to prevent the people from clashing with the nobles and causing casualties, we need to go to the place where the people gather and persuade the people to return to their homes. Go and help me get my carriage ready, and don't let the gods weep for the people of the kingdom. ”

"Yes!" the servants obediently went out to arrange the trip.

And the servant who reported in front of the holy woman couldn't help but be surprised: "Holy Maiden, a few days ago, the ceremonial officer asked us to help him soothe the resentment of the people, didn't you make us all refuse?

The saint smiled kindly: "After all, the ceremonial officer did something wrong in front of him, and he is responsible for what he has done." And the temple has no obligation to clean up the mess for the nobles, and it is our duty to serve God, to abide by God's creed, and to protect the people of the kingdom and guide them to good. Although this was caused by the mistake of the ceremonial officer, I cannot bear to have any casualties among the people, and God will not want it. Got it?"

The servant replied.

The saint smiled and shook her hand a few times, and the dew came out of nowhere and sprinkled on the servant's head.

The servant felt something, and his head pressed even lower.

The servants of the temple were quick to do things, and in a short time the carriage procession was arranged, and they waited for the holy woman to get into the carriage.

Holding the white and sacred temple scepter, the saint walked slowly down the stairs from the temple door, and just as she finished the stairs, a person rushed over in a hurry.

This man was none other than the attendant of the ceremonial officer, and he looked so hurried that he was stopped by the servants with sticks before he could get close.

The attendants shouted to the Holy Maiden: "My Lord, I am the attendant of the ceremonial officer! The civilians of the capital have rioted, they have gathered at the door of my master's house, and they have even thrown stones at the courtyard of my master's house, and my master has even been wounded!