Shepp felt compelled to step up.

He had no affection for the Baroness, in fact, he had nothing for any woman—after he had been given to the Church by his birth mother along with his father's inheritance.

However, there is an absolute need for him to stand up.

He had inquired, and could see from the attitudes of the crowd that he was connected with the madness of the Baroness.

The problem of the Baroness's mind had nothing to do with him, but whether it was good or not, on the day of his arrival, he had something to do with it.

People in this era often believed that since monks could communicate with the heavens, they must also have some supernatural powers. The Church embraced this, and its history is full of records of how they cursed the unruly infidels and healed the faithful with the help of the name and power of the Lord.

However, there are pros and cons to everything, and among the ignorant farmers in the countryside, there are absurd deformations of old pagan tales - for example, a priest who knows how to "black holy books" can quietly kill people, make crops fail, or conjure gold by taking his mistress to church in the middle of the night and using the corpse of a child.

If they think he's the hell...... If one of them goes to consult the bishop...... Shep felt that his future would be bleak.

It was not uncommon for a priest to be executed, but the bishop had every right to lock him up in a small monastery and let him die in heavy shackles on all four walls. When Shepp was a student, he had heard the story of a mad monk who had been imprisoned in the monastery where he studied, and legend had it that the monk had been the heir to a wealthy family, and that his guardian uncle had taken his parents' inheritance after he had gone mad.

He must put an end to this situation that is not in his favor.

How does it end?

If it had not been the Baroness who had gone mad, but an ordinary village woman, he could have ordered the knights to beat her or imprison her in the name of the Lord.

But it was the Baroness who went crazy.

As a lord, the only one who can adjudicate her is her lord, and Baron Brad, unfortunately, is a baron directly under the king. Was he just a little priest who went to the king to accuse a nobleman?

This is a step ahead, and theoretically it is up to the bishop or abbot to make such an accusation.

To tell the bishop about this is to hand the knife into the hands of the enemy.

So, he had to stop the baroness's madness—or, ostensibly, the baroness's madness.

He offered to talk to the Baroness and persuade her to repent.

The knights accepted this opinion.

The plan was initially successful.

Then Ji Lu paddled into the stone.

Luo Yi didn't feel that she should repent at all, and she was still wondering why the priests didn't help the poor.

Shepp solemnly pointed out to her that giving up his soul so easily was a mockery of the Savior's descent to the world to shed blood to save the world, and that it was a grave blasphemy that would not involve the whole family. As for the matter of interests, he felt that there was no need to mention it to the Baroness, as far as his experience was concerned, stupid girls could not understand numbers, and that Peterson was obviously deflated just now, and it was more convenient, quick and practical to use the burning hell to intimidate.

Luo Yi solemnly pointed out to him that Grande had only given up his own soul, and that he, as a priest, had to give up four souls and drive them into the wilderness, which was a very loss-making deal.

"Their physical torment contributes to the purity of their souls." Shepp said.

"Oh, it turns out that going to hell is a shortcut to heaven, and I didn't know the way to it." Luo Yi praised, "Mr. Priest, why is your face blue?" ”

Shepp found that the problem he faced was far more serious than he thought - the baroness was not crazy at all, where was there such a sober and logical madman who could do arithmetic and irony, and many people could not do it without being crazy.

Apparently, she was possessed by the devil.

He is still a devil whose holy books, crosses, and holy words are useless.

Thinking of this, Shep's heart moved, and a crazy thought grabbed him, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt irrepressible. A monarchical devil...... What will happen to him?

Yes...... Chances?

It is said that someone succeeded in fooling the devil and got a lot of gold and silver. He...... Will there be a chance?

First, though, let's make sure.

He handed the quill pen in his hand to Luo Yi.

Luo Yi took it smoothly, turned it in his hand, and held it on his fingers.

Shep's eyes were about to pop out at the sight.

As far as he knew, the kings of this era had a very knowledgeable man who could write his own name, and his signatures were replaced by crosses—or he drew them with his fingers dipped in ink in the grid that the scribe had drawn in advance—and the kings and nobles were accustomed to holding swords and knives as if they were holding a pen in their hands, and this country lady actually held the pen so skillfully!

This is not possessed by the devil, who believes it!

Affirming that he was facing a devil (most likely a maharaja) and not an ordinary country fool who just had a good birth, the priest immediately corrected his attitude.

"Your Excellency," he said, using a male honorific title, "those men will not be able to stay in the village, and it is known that they have blasphemed the gods, so it is better to let them live in the woods, where there is a hut of the charcoal burners, which is now empty, and I can coordinate this matter." ”

Luo Yi didn't notice that the priest had changed his title at all, and accepted it calmly: "Oh, oh, is it okay." ”

"Yes, but I, as a priest sent by the bishop, am new to the country, and I must have some achievements before I can account for the church." Shepp said.

"Grades?"

"Give more to the Church, Your Excellency, than without me."

"Oh, oh, that's good."

"Let's sign it." "Also, what do you want to do next time, can you be tactful," said the priest, "you already have that soul in your hands anyway, so why bother to make it out at this moment?" ”

Luo Yi didn't think about it and signed it casually, "You call me Your Excellency?" ”

"......" Shepp didn't hear this at all, he looked at the signature on the parchment, dumbfounded, it wasn't a simple cross, it was...... A bunch of patterns he didn't recognize at all.

Shepp had seen some foreign characters when he was a student at the monastery, and none of them were like this, but it was clearly not a random graffiti, and there was a strange beauty in the strokes......

It's magical.