That's a divine pattern!

The flame-like pattern is exactly the same as the symbol on Angel's forehead.

The Count opened his robe, and although he had not slept all night, he did not feel tired, but his spirits were unusually high.

"I'm chosen! I'm chosen!" someone cried out with joy.

The Count looked away.

It was the farmer who had said he was willing to give everything, but had nothing but his life.

His forehead was embellished with divine lines, and he was a little excited and couldn't help himself. This seems to be the only one in the entire hall who has succeeded besides himself.

"What's there to be happy about? Isn't it just a divine tattoo?" said a loser with a boring taunt.

But neither the sour tone nor the longing in his eyes could hide his envy for the farmer.

After all, after hearing the legends recorded in the Bible, there is hardly a single person here who does not want to be a member of the Temple of Order.

But they all failed.

Nidaya's trial was a bit confusing, and even though he could remember every detail clearly, the Count still didn't know what he wanted to test.

Love and justice?

Just because you saved that little ghost?

But what did the Assassins represent, to experience death once and understand the brevity of life?

He shook his head and left to catch up with Angel, who was already out.

The two met in the square of the castle.

The surroundings were a bit noisy, and the civilians who had taken refuge were starting their day, and the smell of food mixed with the smell of feces made the Count sick.

"Angel... Pastor?" he shouted.

Angel turned her head and smiled softly at the earl: "Hello, Lord Earl, aren't you going to rest?"

"Uh... I want to say..."The Count felt a little embarrassed, after all, he had looked down on her before.

"About the Templars?" said with a smile as Angel guessed what he wanted to know, "Your god tattoo on his chest represents loyalty, and it is the symbol of the Templars. ”

She paused, made a gesture of prayer and continued, "You are also welcome to join and become a member of the Temple of Order, may the Light be with us!"

"May the Holy Light be with us," the Count shouted a slogan as the locals did, and pointed to the farmer who was watching the believers in the distance, "Then his crest is on his forehead like yours, and he must be a priest, aren't you? ”

"Perhaps only your heart can guide you in the direction of your progress...", giving an answer that was not an answer, Angel explained helplessly in the earl's dissatisfied eyes: "The great god Nidaya has just awakened from his slumber, and he has not mentioned much about the temple except for sending down an oracle to tell us to spread the faith..."

"The Temple of Order is—" The Count was a little puzzled when he heard this.

Could it be that this is a newly formed temple? The kingdom needs kings and nobles to keep things running, and any institution without a class represents only chaos. It stands to reason that Nidaya, who claims to be the supreme god of the origin of the world, should not be so despised about the arrangement of his temple.

Deceit?

No way!

I've seen the magic that Lance wields on the battlefield! The power of the creator that the legendary Sindari elves can only use. This is exactly what is described in the Bible and is in line with the course of history.

Admittedly, I was completely addicted to it...

He longed for that power, what had been called the power of magic!

"You've guessed right, Lord Count. Angel watched him fall into deep thought, guessed some of his thoughts, and then said according to Lance's arrangement: "The Temple of Order has just been established by Lord Lance, the son of God, and as the person closest to God, he is undoubtedly our leader. ”

"Son of God... Lance?" A hint of indifference flashed in the earl's eyes, and he thought as if he disagreed, "Leader..."

Angel didn't notice that there was something wrong with the count's expression, and was still boasting for her lord: "Lord Lance is the first human person to come into contact with after the awakening of the great god Nidaya, and is the guide who leads us to see the glory of God and witness His greatness..."

"So is the current leader of the Temple of Order Lance, and how is the difference between me and Martin and Jacob?" the Count asked, confused.

Remembering Lance's arrangement to appoint her as a bishop, Angel smiled sweetly at the Earl, "Lord Lance said that you will be the head of the first Knights Templar. ”

"Captain?" the Count smiled with satisfaction and thanked him, "Trouble you, Priest Angel, may the Light be with us!"

"May the Light be with us!" Angel replied, "Don't worry, someone will arrange for the priest after I finish reporting to Lord Lance, after all... It was beyond our expectations..."

The Earl raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but said nothing.

Angel didn't notice anything wrong, the non-stop explanation all night had made her mentally a little dazed, and her body was also very tired, so she just wanted to quickly wash up and lie on the soft bed and sleep beautifully.

The two parted, and the Count waved his hand and walked towards the red-eared farmer.

"Hello, Your Excellency. The nearby civilians had already learned of his identity as an earl from Anqi, and they saluted respectfully.

The frenzy faded, and the class perception engraved in the marrow made these people dare not stare as they did last night.

"Hmm. ”

The Count nodded to them expressionlessly, and looked at the farmer, "What's your name, priest?"

"I... "The farmer looked around in disbelief, and when he saw that everyone's eyes were looking at him, he immediately blushed with shame: "Hello, Lord Earl!"

He saluted again and replied respectfully, "My name is Brown." ”

"Brown?" the Count smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder, signaling that there was no need to be polite, "Welcome to the Temple of Order, Pastor Brown." ”

"Thank you, thank you, my lord. Brown said gratefully, "You're a... Uh, I mean, friendly aristocracy?"

"Haha! That's an interesting way to put it. The Count was amused, and said haughtily, "Walk, priest, how about we go and enjoy a good breakfast together?"

"Huh? Okay, big... My lord. Brown was obviously a little uncomfortable with the Earl's closeness, and stammered a little in response.

After all, in the past thirty years of life, no nobleman had ever expressed kindness to him, let alone had breakfast together, and the Earl's courtesy suddenly filled his simple heart with gratitude.

The two of them departed with envy in the eyes of the remaining believers.

Walk through the castle's long cloisters to the richly decorated dining room.

Lance was already waiting in the main seat.

The food was plentiful, but his attention was clearly not on it, and Lance's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the Count walk in laughing with the new priest.

"Where's Martin?" he asked, confused.

"Huh?" the Count looked at Lance strangely, "how do we know?"

He pulled back his chair and sat down, and said to a stiff Brown, "Relax, man!"

The Count patted the chair beside him and motioned for him to sit down.

"Ah, hello, noble lord!" Brown did not feel that he could be rude when he became a priest, and he saluted Lance respectfully.

"What's your name? Lance stared at him for a moment.

"Brown. ”

"Then take a seat, Pastor Brown. ”

He nodded, and then sat down beside the Count, quietly waiting for Lance to announce the meal.

"Hey, don't be so reserved!" the Count smiled at him, and gulped on the soft white bread, "Let's go, what are you waiting for?"

Brown hesitated and peeked at Lance.

He smiled at Brown as well, "Please dine, Pastor Brown." ”

After getting permission, Brown picked up the knife and fork with a little trembling hands, his dark hands left fingerprints on the snow-white dishes that had been wiped, and he immediately lowered his head in embarrassment.

But neither the Count nor Lance were in the mood to pay attention to such a minor problem.

They are engaged in an invisible encounter.

As the lord of Silverblade Castle, the leader of the legion against the invasion of the Misty Mountains, and the immediate boss of Lance, the Earl had no intention of sending people under the fence, especially since he learned that the Temple of Order had only been established for a short time.

Son of God?

This title will fool his subordinates who have never seen much of the world.

Although the Count did not believe the rumors that Lance was Nidaye's favorite man, the identity of his guide was something that he had to admit.

"How's it going? Angel has spoken to you, about the position of head of the Templar Order?" Lance took a sip of his wine and was the first to break the ice.

"Commander—" The Earl paused in his meal, chewed and swallowed the steak slowly, and then spoke, "Isn't the Temple of Order supposed to obey the great God of Nidaya?"

The implication is that you Lance has the power to arrange positions.

Leader?

Did you seal it yourself?

Very subtle expression, after all, no matter what the Count thinks, he will not reveal it, this matter is about the face of the nobles.

Naturally, this answer did not satisfy Lance, he frowned, and retorted, "It's just to better defend the believers, after all, He is everywhere, and there are too many prayers that need to be answered, isn't it?" ”

"Besides, divine grace is not reciprocal," Lance added meaningfully.

The Earl followed his gaze to the door, and Martin was panting and pushed open the door and entered.

"I'm sorry, Lord Lance...", he looked at the Count and the new priest who were dining, his eyes widened, and he pleaded guilty to Lance on the main seat, "When I rushed over, the Count and they were already gone..."

"Well, dine together?" Lance did not mean to blame, and without waiting for Martin to reply, he commanded the maid beside him, "Go and prepare the same food as us, and the followers of God have always been blessed to share it." ”