When the nun, whose eyes were covered by a light veil, appeared in everyone's sight, the nobles were all stunned.

Who is she?

This question invariably popped up in everyone's minds.

"Where's the guard outside the door?"

"Why didn't the guards stop her?"

In the midst of many suspicious and confused eyes, the black-clothed nun walked forward with a smile and steady steps.

The eyes of the nobles in the field were always focused on her.

The golden light of the nun almost froze the air, as if she didn't even dare to linger around her.

The light gait is like an ethereal fairy, silently covering the gorgeous ground.

It was as if her feet weren't really touching the earth.

Seeing this, no one dared to act rashly.

As she passed Victor, the mysterious nun seemed to sense something and slowly turned around.

Obviously her eyes were covered by black veil, but she still looked at Victor and gave him a soft smile.

At this time, Vega, who had been sleeping on Victor's shoulder, also opened his closed one-eye.

Its gaze fell on the nun, sweeping it from top to bottom.

Then, it shook its feathers and closed its deep eyes again.

The nun walked up to Archduke Barlow and smiled.

She directly ignored August, who was as silent as a puppet, and faced the Grand Duke of Barlow, and said:

"I am Michaela Auroria, Bishop of the Church of Plenty, in the territory of Surburn."

"All this time, thanks to the care of the Grand Duke and Earl Laurien."

The nun folded her hands in front of her chest and bowed.

The nobles, who were stunned as rocks, reacted when they heard Michaela's introduction.

Bishop of the Church of Plenty?

What is she here for?

Many aristocrats reacted and thought about it.

The Church of Plenty, relying solely on the territory of Sulben, exists.

For in the great kingdom, only the region of Sulben is willing to accept the Church of Plenty.

After all, if the inhabitants of the territory believe in the church, then the lord's dominance over the territory will naturally decrease.

In order to ensure that their rule is at its highest, the lords will try to refrain from the spread of the faith and the contact of the inhabitants with the church.

Of course, if the inhabitants of the territory secretly believe in a certain god, the lord will not interfere with the spiritual beliefs of the inhabitants.

Of course, they also have no power to interfere.

Laurien is different.

Not only did he take in the Church of Plenty, but he even built a church for it.

By doing so, Laurion would be good for Sulburn.

Not only does it ensure a bumper harvest every year in the territory, but the annual agricultural output is an extremely huge wealth.

Even the residents living in Xiuerben have no worries about food and clothing.

The residents who live here every year have a hard time starving to death.

However, this is also the ability of Earl Laurean himself.

His unique personality charm and leadership methods have puzzled countless nobles.

They couldn't get the inhabitants of their realm to believe in the Church and still keep their first dominion.

Now, however, Sulburn needs to change lords.

It is undeniable that the new lords will try to curtail the faith of the inhabitants of Sulburn in the Church of Plenty.

Therefore, this Bishop of Michaela sensed the coming crisis in advance, so he took the initiative to ask to see Archduke Barlow?

At this moment, the nobles saw the Grand Duke nodding to the bishop.

Agreed, and the bishop continued.

The nun smiled slightly, and a soft voice sounded again:

"As for the lordship of Sulburn, I think it is necessary for the heir of the Earl of Laurean to continue to inherit it."

When the nobles present heard this, they became agitated.

Naturally, they disagreed with the bishop's proposal:

"What, this can't be!"

"Shulben has a large number of people, how can a descendant of a blood clan inherit it?"

"Laurien's actions are unforgivable!"

The lords could see that this bishop had come to see Archduke Barlow, apparently to ensure the status of the church.

If Prisis had been allowed to inherit his title and domain, the Church of Fertility would have been able to maintain its present position in Shulben.

What Fertility Church?

Obviously an accomplice of the vampires!

"There's no way we're going to let a monster heir who wants to drain everyone in our realm inherit Shulben!"

That's what the many lords think.

The bishop turned to the nobles who had raised a wave of opposition.

At this moment, facing the bishop in front of them, the emotions of these nobles calmed down unreasonably.

The sacredness and peace exuded by her make it difficult for people to offend.

It seems that as long as she faces her, those inner malice and anger will be dissolved by the spring breeze aura on her body.

Michaela still smiled in the face of the nobles who had become calm, and her voice sounded slowly:

"During the reign of Count Laurean, the people of the Shurgen region lived a life of peace and prosperity."

"The clouds of famine never hung over the land."

Everyone looked at each other.

Although they were reluctant, they could not deny this fact.

These noble lords ruled over different sizes.

However, it is true that the famine will lead to the displacement of residents, lack of food, and even starvation on the roadside.

During a disaster year, the crime rate in the territory increases significantly, and there are many robberies in various places.

And the reason for the robbery is basically because of the problem of satiety.

Therefore, the lords have a headache for disasters.

But in the huge kingdom, only Xiulben has no worries about food and clothing for many years.

In a way, this does show that Count Laurean is indeed in good stewardship.

But......

Some of the nobles, though their anger dissipated, said to the bishop stiffly:

"But that's obviously your credit, if it weren't for your divine power, how could Xiu Erben have a bumper harvest year after year?"

The other nobles nodded in agreement.

The divine power of the Church of Abundance is strong.

Many of you have used the ears of wheat that emanate from the church and carry divine power.

Although it is only effective for one year, it does ensure a good harvest of the land.

So, the nobles continued to Michaela:

"You want to support Laurion's heirs, but only for the sake of the Church's position in the realm."

"In that case, wouldn't it be nice if we also allowed your church to exist, so why support a monster?"

When the nobles said these words, they all glanced at Victor in unison.

When they saw that Victor's eyes were closed and there was no reaction, they breathed a sigh of relief and gradually became bolder.

But hearing everyone's words, Michaela just smiled slightly:

"Do you really think that relying on the blessings of the gods alone will feed everyone in Shulben?"

A lazy man will never work hard because of a fertile land.

Those who have evil thoughts will always only think of stealing the fruits of others' harvests and destroying the fertile soil of others.

But in Shulben there has never been such a person.

"It wasn't Sholburn who made Lauryne, it was Laurean who shaped Sulburn today."

This has nothing to do with the divine power of the goddess of abundance.

The nobles present fell into an unbreakable silence.

They had to admit that the life of Sauerburn was indeed what Michaela portrayed.

However, there is still a key issue that they cannot compromise on.

"Monsters are meant to be monsters."

"How can you be sure, Your Lord, that Prisis would not do the same?"

Prissis is also a Blood, and it stands to reason that she should have been deported a long time ago.

If it weren't for Victor's sake, she would have left the kingdom long ago.

Michaela turned her head and "looked" at the nobles who had spoken.

Despite the fact that the eyes were cut off by the tulle, several nobles could still occasionally feel a real gaze.

It's like ...... A stern and gentle gaze like a mother.

This alone was enough to make the nobles know that this bishop of the Church of Abundance was anything but an ordinary person.

Then the bishop's gentle voice sounded in the air again:

"You rejected Prisis only because she was the daughter of Count Laurean."

"But Laurion is dead, and his daughter has nothing to do with Laurien."

"But if you're worried, that's fine."

As if she had suddenly come up with a solution, Michaela stretched out her fingers, her voice full of anticipation:

"Prysis is still young after all, and even if she takes over the title, she may have difficulty governing the territory."

"Then it would be better to find someone who can be Prisis's guardian and at the same time take over his realm and title."

When the nobles present heard this suggestion, they looked at each other.

"And this man must be strong enough to teach Prisis."

"There must be enough prestige to convince you."

"There has to be enough status to lead Shulben to prosper."

Michaela's suggestion made everyone think deeply.

Someone who meets so many criteria?

Where can I find it?

If you don't say it's a needle in a haystack, it's clueless.

Is there anyone else in the entire Canter Kingdom other than Grand Duke Barlow who can achieve all three at the same time?

While the nobles were puzzled, Michaela pulled out a golden ear of wheat flowing with divine power from her long black sleeves.

Under the faint light, it shines brightly.

"In that case, let God's will come and choose this man from those present."

The nobles looked at the ear of wheat and closed their mouths.

Instead, they craned their necks one by one and looked at the ears of wheat curiously.

The golden light on the ears of wheat gradually became dazzling, and wisps of light quickly slid across the steel walls, streaking across the bodies of the nobles present.

The golden light flowed through the leaden robes, slowing slowly.

By the time the light was about to stop, the nobles were all holding their breath, their hearts pounding, and they were swallowing.

But in the end, the ethereal light gradually fell on Victor's body.

The golden light shone on Victor's trench coat, but it was like a stream passing through the lines on the trench coat and covering Victor's back.

The nobles present were all stunned, one by one, their mouths wide open, and their eyes were like copper bells.

Feeling the blazing light covering his body, Victor slowly opened his eyes.

He saw the blindfolded bishop, still smiling, looking at him tenderly:

"So, Mr. Victor."

"Are you willing to replace the deceased Earl Laurion as Prisis's father?"