Alien Knights

Silver Ring Kingdom, Silver Ring City, Holy Branch Cathedral, Third Inquisition.

Boom!

The heavy object hit the wooden table and made a thick sound, which echoed and amplified in the basement, deafening.

Behind the cast-iron fence, the gray-robed church deacon with white hair turned his face, his cloudy eyes looked at the object spinning on the table.

A chunky man with a huge crossbow on his back poked his head in from the window of the fence, pointed at the four heads in front of him that had shrunk in quicklime, and said to the inside, Look, the heads of the Blood Nest Four Brothers are here! Two are Strength level III, one is Temperance section IV, and the other is Tower level IV!

He slapped his fat palm on the wooden table vigorously, causing the shriveled head to jump up. The short and fat man shouted into the window frame angrily: You damned guys, the information is wrong again! You only told us that there are three power variants and one temperance variant, and the level will not exceed level III!

The old deacon glanced at the head in front of him, waved his sleeves, and four balls rolled into the grooves under the table, without blinking his eyes: The information is correct.

As soon as he finished speaking, a small bag of coins was thrown out of the window and fell to the ground.

The fat man picked up the purse, opened it, and suddenly the blood flowed back and he rushed to his head angrily.

He rolled up his sleeves, and his short and fat body also climbed onto the table, and crawled inward along the window, shouting angrily as he climbed up, You old bastard! We are risking our lives outside, but you sit comfortably inside and deduct your reward!

The white-robed woman standing aside hurriedly ran behind the fat man, pulled the hem of his clothes, and whispered persuasion: Walton, Walton! Forget it, the captain is still waiting outside!

Watching a man and a woman leave in front of his eyes, the old deacon flicked a silver coin, rolled it between his fingers, and said coldly, Hmph! There is no reason why a watchdog despises bones that are too small.

On the square outside the gate of the Third Inquisition, a heavily armored knight wearing a steel mask sat on the long stone steps, quietly looking at the cross statue in the center of the square.

A boy with a red mark on his forehead stood behind him, holding a knight's great sword in his arms, staring into the distance without saying a word.

Walton, who was aggrieved, stomped on the stone slab under his feet, making a loud noise, and still muttering: Adeline, if you didn't stop me, I won't tear that old asshole's mouth open!

The woman in white robe may have seen such things too much, so she didn't have any strange expression on her face. She walked directly to the iron-masked man, and said softly, Master Dekavo, the reward has been received.

Yes, yes, I got it, and I was deducted 20% by those old bastards!

Hearing Walton's complaints, Alfonso De Cavo stood up from the ground, shook his shoulders indifferently, and walked straight ahead, ignoring the church members who passed by with fearful faces.

Just as he walked down the steps, two people in casual clothes of the deacon stood in front of him.

Excuse me, is this Lord Dekavo?

After getting an affirmative answer from the other party, one of them made way sideways, bowed and said, Master Bishop Fabian wants to see you, please come with me.

The Church of the Heavenly Father in the far west of the mainland and the Orthodox Church in the middle of the mainland were originally the state religion of the ancient Tyro Empire.

The Tailuo Empire has existed for thousands of years in history. At its peak, it even controlled nearly half of the land in the entire continent. Later, due to issues such as royal succession, it split into the Eastern Tailuo Empire and the West Tailuo Empire.

Due to the dispute between the East and the West, its state religion gradually split into the Heavenly Father Sect, which calls itself the Catholic Church, and the Orthodox Sect, which calls itself the Orthodox Church.

The religious sphere of influence of the Heavenly Father sect is divided into the Eastern Parish, the Central Parish and the Western Parish.

The Silver Ring Kingdom is in the Western Parish of the Heavenly Father Sect.

Holy Branch Cathedral, Bishop Interpretation Hall.

Wearing a long white coat, a bald old man with a cross hanging on his chest, and a crystal monocle, looked at the dozens of materials on the table in front of him, picked up the thinnest one, and whispered: Todd Fischer...

The old man continued to read: Introduced by the monk Myris, he became an anonymous apprentice at the Abbey of St. Sidro. The evaluation is... talented but lazy at mass... Hehe, interesting.

Picking up the thickest copy of all the materials, the old man shook the paper in his hand, and said to the middle-aged man sitting opposite him with a frosty face, Father Paul, the written report I have in hand is written by Father Rupert. What do you think after reading it?

The man sat up straight, and said without hesitation: It's nonsense, nonsense!

Oh why?

Blood oozes from the cross, the devil comes out of the body, the blood flows into the river, and the fire is reborn. This is all an irresponsible fabrication to attract the attention of others! And that, what is the Holy Son protected by the Holy Father?! Everyone knows that the Holy Father, the Holy Son, and the Holy Spirit are trinity. Such titles divide the Holy Father and the Holy Son into two bodies, which is heresy. In my opinion, that monk named Todd is a heretic. He should be arrested immediately in the religious court!

Listening to the other party's roar, the old man said with a smile: I think there is something in it, which makes me very interesting. Why would a monk go to exorcise a craftsman? So I asked someone to do a survey. To my surprise, he actually built a silver refinery outside the monastery.

Father Paul frowned: Then he has another crime, greed for wealth.

No, you may not understand what I mean. An apprentice of San Sidro Monastery, greedy for wealth, ignoring the Holy Way, and being regarded as the Son of God by the people, don't you think this is an opportunity for us?

The middle-aged man vaguely thought of something, and asked tentatively, My lord Bishop Fabian, what do you mean?

The old man threw the materials in his hands on the table, and replied with a smile: Ten years ago, you were exiled from the monastery by those stubborn people who followed the old ways. Don't you think about going back?

Father Paul's eyes lit up.

After tapping on the table a few times, the bishop calmly said: This child named Todt is our best chance to incorporate San Sidro Abbey into the church.

With a happy expression, the man who was about to talk was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

My lord, Alfonso De Cavo has arrived.

Bishop Fabian smiled and said to Father Paul, I want to introduce you to a man, a soldier loyal to the church, and your escort for this trip.

Seeing the knight covered in steel entering the room, the old man suddenly remembered something, and took out a thin piece of letter paper from the materials, which only wrote a few lines:

On January 7, 1170, at the junction of the Falling Star Mountains and the Moon Creek Plain...the bodies of two Relief Society members...Sutherland Relics.