"Whose family are you!?" An old man wearing a robe of the Holy Cross and a majestic appearance walked out of the crowd, his face was very bad and angry, and he pointed to the children of the nobles, and asked loudly, "Who gave you the right to bully others!?"

When the aristocratic children heard the old man's question, they were too frightened to speak, and they seemed to be all afraid, this old man wearing the robes of the Holy Cross.

"Grandpa Siant~~" The white-clothed child who was chased and beaten by the aristocratic children, as soon as he saw the old man standing not far away, he cried and threw himself into the old man's arms and cried loudly.

Siant comforted the child in white with his hand, seeing that the child's very cute face was full of scars from being beaten by branches, and there were traces of blood on his forehead, looking at the miserable condition of the child in white, he angrily shouted to the noble children, "Tell me!!! whose family are you!!! !!!

His roar frightened the aristocratic children, and no one dared to speak, and seeing that there was no one among the aristocratic children, he was even more angry, and he did something wrong, and he didn't dare to admit it, what a crime!!

Just as Siant was about to speak again to ask, several men who were dressed ordinarily and wearing long swords and looked very strong walked out of the crowd behind the noble children, and one of them walked up to Siant's life and said very respectfully, "Lord Priest, the young masters are still young and ignorant, can you let them go this time?"

Siant looked at the man who was obviously guarding, pointed at the aristocratic children, and yelled at the man, "They're young??they're not sensible??Then why don't you stop them?!!!"

"The young masters ran too fast, we didn't keep up, so we let this happen, and we apologize to this kid. The other of the guards walked up to Steant, bowed to the white-clothed child, and said at the same time, "I'm very sorry, it was our negligence that caused you to be injured, we feel extremely guilty, please forgive us." ”

Siant was speechless by the man's sudden apology, which was clearly pulling the responsibility on himself, letting those noble children who had done wrong go unpunished, and these guards could see at a glance that they were all second-order to third-order professionals, how could they not keep up with a group of children??

"Grandpa Siant...", the white-clad child cried even more when he saw the guard bowing, calling Snant's name and burrowing into Stant's arms, obviously afraid of the guard.

When the guard saw the child in white like this, he couldn't help but become a little vicious when he looked at the child, as if he wanted to wait for Siant to leave, and kill people!!

Seeing the guard's vicious eyes looking at the child in his arms, Siant couldn't help but be even more angry, he angrily pointed at the guard with vicious eyes, and shouted, "What kind of eyes are you?! What do you take the laws of the empire for?!"

"The law, my father is the law!!" When the guard, who had been questioned by Siant, was about to answer respectfully, a childish and proud word came into Siant's ears, and he immediately looked at the man who said it, a child dressed in the most splendid clothes, and a proud look on his face, although there was some fear on his face.

Siant looked at the aristocratic boy with an angry smile and asked, "Who is your father?"

"Young Master, he is still young and ignorant, please forgive me, Lord Priest!!" A guard who was very close to the noble child, as soon as he saw Siant's face, immediately bowed and begged Siant's forgiveness, but unfortunately, the noble child did not accept his affection, but said loudly and proudly, "My father is Viscount Kabaid!!"

"Good!good!good!" said the angry Siant, who said three good in a row, and he looked at the noble child, and said coldly, "I remember, in two days, I will definitely come to visit!!"

After saying that, he picked up the child in white and left here, completely ignoring the begging of the noble guards behind him for mercy.

In a solemn and sacred church, a middle-aged man with blond hair wearing a robe of the Holy Cross was kneeling in front of the statue of the god of light in the center of the church, praying quietly.

Just as the middle-aged man finished praying, a purple-haired young man with the same Holy Cross robe, wolf ears, and tail in his arms hurriedly ran in, stopped beside the middle-aged man, and said to the middle-aged man very anxiously, "Pastor Itarid, your son, he is sick!!"

After saying that, he took the child in his arms to the priest named Itaried.

Itaried hurriedly hugged the child in the young man's hand, put his forehead on the child's forehead, and found that the child had a fever, and his face with some scars became a little unnaturally red, and it looked like an ordinary fever, but Itarid could see that the child was not really feverish, and he asked the young man in a deep voice, "What's wrong with Xiuyi??Why did it become like this??"

When the young man heard Itaried's inquiry, he immediately replied, "It's the Plague Spell! Xiui, he's under the Plague Spell!!"

The young man's answer made Itarid pause for a moment, and when he reacted, he yelled at the young man almost in a rage, "What!!! Who cast the spell?!"

Looking at Itaried's furious face, the young man took a deep breath and replied, "It's Viscount Kabayid who was denounced by Lord Priest Siant a few days ago, and he is very dissatisfied with Lord Priest Sant's denunciation, and as the source of his accusation, Xiuy, he was cast a plague curse by Viscount Kabayid..."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Itaried, who was holding the sick Huey, said in a deep voice, "Roland, go and write to the Inquisition, to tell the truth, just write that my son has been cast a plague spell, and the spell is Kabayd, understand?"

With that, Itaried hugged Hui and left the church.

A young man with purple hair and wolf ears named Roland, standing in the middle of the church, said to Itaried's departing back, "Yes! I understand!!"

In an ordinary two-story room, several people were standing in the room, looking at a sick blonde child on the bed, and among these people, one of them was the child's father, Itaried.

"Brother-in-law, it can't go on like this!!! Now, Xiuyi's illness is getting worse and worse, we have to find a way!!"