Night, Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate, restaurant.

Lit white wax illuminates the quiet room, and on a round table covered with white cloth, four elderly people sit around, bowing their heads and silently tasting the food on their plates, which is a freshly baked roast goose, fat foie gras fried in butter, and the greasy aroma wafts between the noses.

The knife and fork made a tinkling sound in contact with the bottom of the plate, and after eating a few bites, the old man sitting on the left suddenly picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, picked up the wine glass full of red liquid, took a sip, and asked hoarsely: "Fowler, do you really want to take revenge on the Church of Truth?" ”

"That's what I invited you for."

Fowler shoved a piece of goose meat covered with applesauce into his mouth and chewed it vigorously, "Father Mavi disrupted Yin Fulin's wedding, made the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate a joke in the mouths of others, and killed Satuk with a trick... Of course, give a gift in return. ”

"Your heart is in turmoil." Another old man said softly: "In this case, it is easy to go into a misunderstanding, and it is easy to fall for the scheme." ”

"I'm sober."

"Not necessarily..."

The fourth old man sneered, "Not only did you invite us here, but you also brought us the holy women of our respective dioceses... You intend to destroy the Church of Truth once and for all. ”

Bishop Fowler did not speak, and continued to eat the roast goose.

"It's not the archbishop's plan."

Winter!

Bishop Fowler slammed his fist on the table, the cups and porcelain plates clanged, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You don't know anything about the situation, you don't know the Church of Truth!" They must not be allowed to leave the Kingdom of Windsor! Once they are out of our control, it is like a live fish entering the water, loaches entering a hole, and they can no longer be caught! ”

"Sooner or later..."

"They will be our enemies!"

"So you think the archbishop was wrong in their judgment?"

“.... No, of course, the archbishop's judgment was correct, but it was based on the top, if they knew about the situation of the Church of Truth and had contacted Father Mavi, they would definitely cut down the grass and eradicate it in advance, instead of letting them leave the Windsor Kingdom! ”

Although he answered in the affirmative, Bishop Fowler still did not admit it, and he repeatedly emphasized the horror of the Church of Truth, but...

The three bishops next to him never said anything.

It is no secret that there is competition between the dioceses, especially the bishops who believe in different goddesses, and that when the Pope dies, there will be a new archbishop who will become the Pope, and which bishop will not covet the position of archbishop?

This is probably their only chance!

Everyone wants to make meritorious contributions, but no one dares to make mistakes.

Err... More terrible than meritorious service!

"Have you consulted Wilder, the goddess of health?"

"Please," said Bishop Fowler, with a dark expression, "the goddess only answered me with one word, and followed fate. ”

Destiny...

What an unclear word?

What is Destiny?

No one knows what fate is, maybe the current confusion is fate, or maybe their next decision is fate.

"You're not sure what the goddess means, so you're going to exercise your judgment?" The old man on the left slowly shook his head: "Fowler, if you let Archbishop Ubre know about this, you will definitely be punished." ”

"I trust my own judgment."

"But you didn't figure it out." The old man on the left side said: "If you choose to let it go and let the Church of Truth leave, then you have no merit and no fault, no one can say anything about you, take 10,000 steps back and say, even if you eradicate the Church of Truth, what will you gain?" Punish! ”

"On the contrary..."

"If you turn a blind eye to the Church of Truth and just report your judgment, and when the Church of Truth develops and becomes our great enemy in the future, you have a forward-looking vision and will definitely attract the attention of Archbishop of Ubri! That's what you should do! ”

It may have been a wise decision to eradicate the Church of Truth before it could grow, but it would not do Bishop Fowler any good.

Because no one knows what the destiny is, and no one is sure whether the Church of Truth can develop.

If he does nothing, but only puts forward his own opinions, and leaves the choice to the higher-ups, Bishop Fowler is meritorious and deserves to be rewarded, and if his opinions are fulfilled, he will soar to the sky!

Becoming an archbishop is not a dream!

"Yes," Bishop Fowler laughed to himself, his gaze gradually cold, "Maybe I should do this, but have you ever thought that setting up such a great enemy will have a bad impact on the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny?" It would be great if my choice today could eradicate the future enemy at some small cost, and this is exactly what I want to do! ”

"This is what the goddess Wilde calls fate," an old man chuckled lowly, "you are in fate, the pawn that is destined to fall, Fowler." ”

"I have limited strength alone, so I invited you to come and help me just in case." Bishop Fowler said: "In return, you will have my friendship, and I will help you in the future when you need it." ”

"Looks like you're really dizzy..."

The old man on the left was about to continue, when he heard the door of the dining room open, and in the darkness, a black-clothed servant hurried in, ran to Bishop Fowler, and bent down to say something.

Bishop Fowler, who was sipping red wine, slapped his palm, instantly turned his head to look at the divine servant, and narrowed his eyes: "Where is he?" ”

Divine servant Ernest hurriedly said, "I have arranged him to the secret room. ”

"Good."

Putting down his glass, Bishop Fowler immediately got up and said to the old men: "Three, let's go and have a look, a young man named Qassem Cecil has come to the door and said that he has an important report about the Church of Truth...."

The three old men looked at each other, all interested, put down their knives and forks, tore off the napkins around their necks, and followed Bishop Fowler to the secret room located in the deepest part of the first floor.

The room was dimly lit, and a young man in a red-shirted uniform sat at the table, staring at the candlelight, his face full of unease.

When he saw someone enter the secret room, he stood up, knelt down on one knee before Bishop Fowler, and said with sincere fear: "Qasim Cecil, I have seen the bishop. ”

Bishop Fowler walked to the table and sat down, looked at Kassim with cloudy eyes with the other three old men, and after a while, he said, "Kassim, what are you looking for me?" ”

Qasim raised his head and glanced at the three old men next to him, but did not say a word.

"They can all be trusted, don't care, just say it."

"Yes."

After organizing the language, Qasim took out a list and handed it to Ernest next to him, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, please take a look. ”

Taking the list handed by Ernest, Bishop Fowler glanced at it casually, and his eyelids jumped.

The names on the list are extremely familiar, especially the first few people, who are all believers in the Church of Truth, and Bishop Fowler has already sent someone to find out about this.

He asked, "What is this?" ”

"List of believers in the Church of Truth." "This is a real list, unlike the one that Mavi Enders submitted to the Department of Religious Affairs, which is fake," Qasim said. ”

"Oh? Why did he submit a fake list? Is it trying to defraud the subsidy of 50 gold pounds a month? ”

My Healing Game

Kasim gave Bishop Fowler a deep look, got up and left.

Ernest hurriedly stopped him and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, Mr. Qasim, the bishop is just joking with you." ”

"If you treat the Church of Truth in this way, I don't think there's much to say."

"Qasim..."

Bishop Fowler then spoke: "Since you have come with sincerity, then let's talk openly and honestly, please be seated." ”

When Qasim was seated, Bishop Fowler asked, "What do you know?" ”

"Half a month ago, a god came down from the Church of Truth."

Following a rehearsed plan, Qasim quickly replied, "Just like your church." ”

"Hmm... How can you be sure that a god has come down to the Church of Truth? Bishop Fowler looked at him with a smile.

"Mavi Enders has received an oracle."

"Oracle..."Bishop Fowler nodded slowly, exchanged glances with the three old men next to him, and asked vaguely, "And then?" ”

"And then?"

As if offended, Qasim suddenly became angry: "Bishop Fowler, is your so-called openness just here to spy on whether I am sincere?" Well, then let me tell you, Mavi Enders has already seen through your scheme, and the New Religious Law is just a means to restrain the small church! The number of believers determines the power of the gods, and you ask for a list of believers to dig their roots, and judge whether there are gods in the small church according to the authenticity of the list, right? ”

"I know everything you want to know, but how unreasonable it is that you should treat me like this!"

This time, without waiting for Ernest to stop him, Bishop Fowler stood up himself, pressed Kasim's shoulder, and said in a gentle tone: "Son, it's not that I don't believe you, but that there are many doubts about you, after all, your mother is the most faithful believer of Father Mavi, how can I not doubt it?" ”

"I'm here for my mother!"

Kassim stiffened his neck and said, "I don't know she's gone astray, I really can't help it!" ”

"Gone astray... Why do you say that you have gone astray? ”

"Because the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny has millions of believers!" Qasim suddenly raised his voice: "This is a well-known thing! If the power of the gods is determined by the number of believers, then how can the Church of Truth, with only a few hundred believers, be compared to the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate? This is not an opponent of the same level at all! ”

"This is a man who understands." The old man with scars on his face suddenly laughed: "The strength of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate is indeed going to crush the Church of Truth. ”

"If that's all it takes, it's okay, but Mavi Enders is going to abandon the believers and flee to the Romanov kingdom! And let my mother take care of the church chores after he left, didn't that push my mother into the fire pit?! Qasim said in a heartfelt voice: "My mother doesn't know what kind of ecstasy soup he has poured into him, and she unswervingly follows him, but I can't just watch!" ”

Bishop Fowler nodded, pulled Kasim to sit down, and asked, "So you want to betray Father Mavi and protect your mother from harm in the future fight?" ”

"Yes," Qasim said in frustration, "I would rather break my knight's oath than have my mother hurt." ”

A dutiful son who did not hesitate to turn his back on his faith in order to protect his mother?

This is not uncommon, and even legitimate.

What's more...

Ernest also handed a copy to Bishop Fowler.

"So you're a squire of Knight Stiller Ritter." Bishop Fowler suddenly came to his senses and handed over the information to the other three old men.

Who is Stille Ritter?

Lieutenant of the Rosslele Army!

What happened in the Roseless Army not long ago may be a secret to others, but Kassim, as one of the soldiers, is definitely the one in the know.

And it just so happens that the Roselean Army, under the control of the Fourth Prince Arthur, is an ally of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate...

Thinking about it this way, Qasim's situation is indeed extremely embarrassing.

The knight to whom he was loyal became an enemy overnight, and his mother was abandoned, so who could hold on to his faith?

It's long overdue!

"Kid, I understand everything."

After reading the information, Bishop Fowler's face smiled even more: "What information can you provide me?" ”

"Mavi Enders intends to leave the Kingdom of Windsor by ship from New Ross Harbor tomorrow night to the Kingdom of Romanov, whether it will be from sea to land or directly by boat, I am not present when they discuss the route, but the time of departure must be tomorrow night." Qasim said firmly.

"Tomorrow night, well, I see, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Actually... Actually—" Qasim gritted his teeth, as if he had made some decision, "Actually, Mavi Enders wanted me to become a spy and infiltrate the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny to provide them with a steady stream of information. ”

"Oh?" Bishop Fowler raised an eyebrow: "That's a good note, but from what I know about Father Mavi, he wouldn't give such an important task to someone he can't fully trust..."

"You still don't believe me."

Qasim suddenly drew his sword and aimed it at Bishop Fowler, and in his vague gaze, the blade turned and plunged into his chest.

Burst!

The long sword pierced through the heart, and blood suddenly gushed out, and Qasim's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of anger: "Do you believe it now?!" ”

The four of Bishop Fowler's eyes were slightly moved, and before he could speak, Kassim fell to the ground with a pop, and in the slowly spreading pool of blood, he grabbed the hem of Bishop Fowler's white robe, and his bruised lips squirmed: "What if... If the information I provide is correct... Please spare my mother..."

The arm hung limply, and Bishop Fowler looked at Kassim's lifeless body, and suddenly sighed, and the golden ring on his middle finger lit up faintly.

Lord God Magic, Eternal Realm!

The wound healed quickly, the frantically growing muscles accompanied by the powerful beating heart, squeezed out the long sword inserted into the body, Bishop Fowler helped Kasim up, and whispered in the other party's incredulous gaze: "Good boy, you have proved your honesty with practical actions, now you and Ernest change into clean clothes, and then go back, your mother's business, I will take care of it." ”

When Qasim left, the door of the secret room closed heavily, and an old man said, "Do you think he can be trusted?" ”

"Dare to gamble with your life... Either an extremely decisive and brave child, or a desperate coward. ”

Rubbing the golden ring, Bishop Fowler muttered, "Either way, we should give him a chance, otherwise who will dare to surrender to us in the future?" ”

"What's more..."

"If he's sincere, then we'll make a lot of money..."