Hearing Horace's words, Green Turn, could no longer keep his composure, he couldn't even lift his waist on his knees, his trembling cheeks were shaking, and the sweat on his forehead and neck kept dripping onto the floor, making a "dripping click" sound.

Although he had known for a long time, His Majesty must have known something about his relationship with Lusin Minest—the two had grown up together almost since childhood, and naturally they would occasionally visit each other's homes. As the future heir to the Turnn family, it is impossible for Green's every move not to be discovered by others.

Of course, Green also knew very well who gave him the title and glory, so he was only careful to maintain this friendship, unless there was no escapability, he tried not to attend the dinner or party of the Minest family, and did not have anything to do with the noble marquis.

But now that His Majesty Horace had taken the initiative to bring it up, he was obviously suspicious of himself, for the new Chancellor of the Exchequer, Nafario Brindis, was going to do anything that the Marquis of Holard least wanted to see. Whoever you are on in this incident may determine your position in your majesty's heart!

"Your Majesty, Grimm Turn's will always be your knight, and I will not be loyal to anyone but you!" the royal knight suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Please don't doubt my loyalty, because it belongs to you alone!"

"I never doubted it, I just suddenly wanted to ask. Horace's expression was still so calm, perhaps because his physical condition did not allow him to be too excited, and he said comfortingly: "I have no intention of questioning your friendship with Luceen—how can a man who can abandon even a friend be loyal to the lord he serves?"

"I am grateful for your tolerance. Green breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and the smile on his face was extremely sincere: "The descendants of the Turnn family will definitely not let you regret this." ”

"Your ancestors have proved this truth over a long period of three hundred years. Horace did not hesitate to praise: "Protect the city of Turin for me, Grimm - winter is coming, and the city needs a man of real courage and courage to keep her from being destroyed by thugs and ambitious people, but only a burden." ”

"For the sake of you and the Marcherus family, I am willing to take it!" Hearing this, Green immediately understood that he had passed the "test" of His Majesty, and pursed the corners of his mouth to hide his current excitement: "I am willing to serve as the commander of the capital garrison legion, and do my best to protect this city for you!"

"Then prove it to me, Green. Horace caressed the armrests of his chair with both hands: "Tell our esteemed Minister of the Interior, Horad, that there is a new commander in the garrison." ”

"May the Radiant Cross bless you forever, Your Majesty. Grimm, who had retired, turned away almost immediately, and he could not let Horace see his ecstatic appearance—years of hard work and loyalty had finally paid off. Greene Turn, who was breezy at his feet, strode out of the palace, and he couldn't wait.

Horace silently watched his departing back, but the gray-haired middle-aged man did not have much smile on his face, his calm eyes radiated a thoughtful light, and he supported his forehead with his elbows a little tiredly.

........................ As the holy city of the Radiant Cross, Turin has far more churches than the entire kingdom, and probably any city in the world, with a church in almost every neighborhood or city for residents to pray or seek spiritual guidance.

Of course, there are also many people who wish to go to the Radiant Cross Chapel, believing that worshipping on the marble staircase will be a better way to atone for their sins. But after all, not everyone can enter the church at any one time, and the churches scattered in large and small neighborhoods are the choice of most people.

The priest in charge of the church on the street where Edward lived was Weber Alexander, a young priest who became the chief priest of a church. Although it was only a small street that was not very well-known, and there were only three apprentices in the entire church who were only three years younger than him, and two laborers who were in charge of cleaning, it was also a big promotion.

"When we stand in front of the Radiant Cross, we should be grateful for what we have gained, because our success, our life, and this qiē are given by the Radiant Cross, because God is so loving and caring for us who are full of sin, and in this worldly world full of suffering and heaviness, the only thing that can support us to live and atone for our sins is faith, wholehearted service to the Radiant Cross, and our virtue and spirit are also embodied in this. ”

Although he was very small, the little priest in the dark black priest's robe looked extremely solemn and solemn standing on the main altar, and the whole church was silent, only the delicate and slightly magnetic voice of Weber Alexander could be heard.

Edward sat in the last row of chairs in the church, and looked at the little priest standing there with a silent smile, Weber was now much older than he had been in The Hague Castle, and he was still unfazed by the crowd of believers who filled the hall, without any fear or nervousness.

Angela, who had come with Edward, sat beside him obediently, staring curiously at the little priest at the front, who was not much taller than her, without even blinking, and listening quite attentively.

It wasn't until the end of the lecture and everyone began to pray that the little girl turned her head to look at Edward: "Is that fellow named Webb Alexander your friend?"

"How...... I should be a very good friend, and I probably wouldn't be sitting here without him. Edward smiled, "What, are you curious about our little Weber?"

"No, I just think he's pathetic, pitiful. The girl pouted and shook her head: "It's all lies and falsehoods, but he seems to have taken all those things as true, what a poor fellow." ”

Edward smiled dumbly, but then became a little solemn: "That's true. But for Weber, it was real, even more real than his own life and body. ”

Soon the morning prayer was over, and the satisfied devotees, having finished their prayers, rushed out of the church door in the company of each other. Edward patted Angela's little head, and although the girl seemed a little reluctant, she nodded and went outside the church to wait for him.

It wasn't until he saw that all the people were gone, that the little priest Weber's stern expression was replaced by a smile, and he walked over from the main altar with joy: "I'm sorry, dear Edward, you don't know how happy I was when I saw you come in and listen to my preaching!"

"I'm also glad to see you as the chief priest of the church, and still in the West Quarter. Edward smiled, "Sorry, I didn't bring any gifts for you." ”

"It's okay, I'm already happy to have you here. Weber shook his head, and the little priest's face was almost full of happy smiles: "We are friends, good friends who can really trust each other!"

Having said that, the little priest also knew that Edward could not come to him for no reason, and that he was probably in trouble: "Is there anything that you need my help with?"

"It's nothing, it's just a little nervous about the recent rumors in Turin City. Edward smiled lightly, "Have you heard of Lord Nafario Brindisi?"

"Of course, this lord is quite religious, and he is also very popular with Cardinal Peter, and is a regular visitor to the Radiant Cross, climbing the marble staircase on the templar hill almost twice a week, which is almost becoming his homework. The little priest Weber nodded: "He also promised Bishop Peter that when he officially became the Chancellor of the Exchequer, he would definitely build a new church to His Majesty, demolish the wizards' union, and then build a new church." ”

"Webb, do you hate wizards?"

"It's not a question of hating or not, I pity fellow believers in the Radiant Cross. The little priest shook his head, his gaze determined: "But these people are true blasphemers, they abuse the wisdom that God has given us, they have been seduced by demons, such people should not have zài in the first place, their souls can only be purified by fire!"

The little priest was really excited like never before: "You also know what terrible and blasphemous things those wizards have done, is that kind of thing allowed, I will not allow it and cannot accept it!"

The last few words Webb almost shouted, gasping for breath, and a loud echo resounded and vibrated back and forth in the church. Edward, who had been silent, smiled slightly: "You're right, this kind of person really shouldn't exist zài, Lord Nafario really is...... It's rare to see a devout believer, and now such a devout person is really getting rarer and rarer. ”

While it is impossible to know what kind of person the incoming Chancellor of the Exchequer is, it is at least certain that the Church will most likely stand behind him, if only to tear down the promise of the Wizards' Union.

"Edward!" Just as the black-haired boy was about to turn away, Webber suddenly called out to him, and pursed his lips with a somewhat complicated expression: "I don't know how to tell you, but...... Not long ago, Sir Alan Kwyn came to see you. ”

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