A team of fifteen dragoons and twelve bronze hats rushed into the dormitory building with great momentum, and came to the door of Lin Qi's single dormitory with unmistakable accuracy. A brass hat straightened the brass hat on his head that was like half an olive, and he reached out and knocked on the door with great majesty.

"In the name of the Imperial Family, please open your door!"

In just a moment of not breathing, the brown door did not open, the bronze hat that knocked on the door took two steps back, and the two dragoons grabbed a lead hammer and slammed it on the door with a loud cry. At the moment of slamming the door, a faint red halo appeared on the bodies of the two dragoons, and a flash of red also flashed on the lead breaking hammer.

The oak door shattered, and the fragments were violently swept into the house, and seven or eight dragoons drew their swords and rushed into the house, and one of them violently kicked a small square table in the middle of the room. There was a frozen jar of water on the small square table, and a piece of black bread next to it. As a result, the jug shattered, and the piece of black bread fell to the ground.

The size of the single dormitory was not large, and seven or eight dragoons with oxen and horses crowded in, and for a moment it seemed as if the whole room was full.

A thin and shriveled bronze hat with a gloomy and pale face walked into the room reservedly, and pretended to shout: "The first class of the third year of the accounting major of the Fifth University of Berelli, student Lin Qi, but live here?"

Wearing a thin white dress, Lin Qi, who was sitting in front of the desk and carrying a pen, turned his head in surprise, and said with an extremely calm chin: "Yes, respected lord, I am Lin Qi." Didn't your parents educate you to knock on someone's door when you entered someone's room?"

The bronze hat raised two eyebrows that were so thin that they could barely be seen, and he sneered, "In the name of the Imperial Family, you have been arrested. We have ample evidence that you are involved in last night's assault and arson. If the charges are confirmed, you will serve twenty years in prison, poor boy!"

The copper hat gritted his teeth and stared at Lin Qi, and slowly pulled out a pure steel baton, making a gesture to teach Lin Qi a lesson.

'In the name of Imperial royalty'?

Lin Qi stood up calmly, and carefully placed the rabbit quills from the East in his hand on the pen stand. He turned around and looked squarely at the dragoons and brass hats, and said word by word: "In the name of the gods, please leave my room, or your every act will be blasphemy against the gods!

'In the name of the gods'?

The arrogant dragoons and the brass hats closed their mouths at the same time, and the batons on the thin brass hats disappeared magically. They glanced at each other, and at the same time looked at the writing desk in front of Lin Qi—a strangely shaped pen holder, an iron cross on which a man with wings on his back was tied with iron chains, and the rabbit quills resting on the man's shoulder.

Next to this shelf is a small cup of golden ink, which glows in the light, and the ink itself slowly rotates like a living thing, emitting a divine and spiritual light.

The dragoons didn't know much about it, but the brass hat in the lead gasped.

The "pencil holder for sin" and "the holy water for sin" are essential elements used by the clergy of the church to copy scriptures. In the scriptures of the Church, only at the end of each year, when the old year is about to pass, and the new year is coming, and the prayer scrolls burned to the gods at the prayer meeting to welcome the new year will be transcribed with a rabbit quill.

Because the handwriting of the quill pen is slender, the whole exudes a small family atmosphere, although it is convenient to write, but it is not as magnificent as the oriental brush. Therefore, the clergy of the church prided themselves on being proficient in the use of the brush, and some of the low-level clergy who could not master the use of the brush would spend a little money and hire someone to transcribe the prayer for them.

Thinking back to the jar of water and black bread on the square table that had been kicked and shattered just now, all the dragoons and brass hats couldn't help but sink in their hearts.

When copying prayers, in order to show respect for the gods, one should not use meat or alcohol, but only water and black bread. With those two things on Lin Qi's desk, plus the two props of the Guilty Pen Holder and the Holy Water of Sin, anyone who is not a bad brain will know what he is doing!

He was transcribing a prayer scroll dedicated to the gods for a clergyman!

"Hell!" all the dragoons and brass hats frowned, 'In the name of the Imperial Family' and 'In the name of the gods' collided, if nothing else, generally speaking, 'In the name of the Imperial Family' would fall!

"Curse this group of infidels, O God, who desecrate your glory, that they should be burned at the stake, that their whole family should be burned at the stake, that their neighbors should be burned at the stake, and that when their mother gave birth to them, all the old women who delivered them should be burned at the stake!

Just when the dragoons and the brass hats were thinking about all kinds of stakes, the fat Ballin priest rushed up panting, dancing and scolding at a group of dragoons and brass hats. As a teaching assistant at the Fifth University, Father Bahrain is responsible for the religious guidance of all students of the Fifth University, and his position in the Diocese of Berelli is extremely special.

The status of a mid-ranking priest is enough to override the deputy director of the garrison or the captain of the dragoons, and in the face of the roar of the 'furious' Father Balin, all the dragoons and brass hats bowed their heads at the same time. Their hearts are tangled, and this time they're in big trouble.

"In the name of the gods!" Father Balin roared, jumping to his feet, "anyone who destroys the transcription of my New Year's prayers deserves death, and you should all be burned at the stake." No, the stake is all cheap, and a fire is so clean that it is too late to cleanse your ugly souls. You should be put to the penalty of boiling oil, splashed with boiling grease all over your body, and then poured melted lead into your mouths before you can be burned at the stake and punished by the gods!"

The faces of all the dragoons and the brass hats turned pale, and they suddenly regretted that they should not have caused such trouble for the sake of the family behind the horsehouse.

Hell, the church can't be provoked, but they've angered a teaching assistant priest!

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