Noble Emblem

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When they heard that the kind-hearted Ms. Celia wanted to recruit young and promising subordinates, young boys and girls who met the conditions came in droves.

Monica personally sat at the door of the church and interviewed all the interviewees in the school.

The boys and girls who came were almost all poor people. Most of them were disheveled and their bodies exuded sweat and body odor. A large group of people gather together, which makes the smell even stronger.

Everyone in the Hotel California couldn't bear it and looked a little ugly, but they had to continue to maintain law and order.

Monica, on the other hand, sat among these people with an indifferent expression, not showing even a hint of impatience or disgust, but looking very comfortable.

Her attitude gave the poor people a feeling of spring breeze, and their senses towards her became better and better.

Beta, on the other hand, was drinking fruit wine in the tavern and listening to the bard singing a ditty. In front of him, there was a drunken man bragging: "I'm not afraid to tell you that the real owner of our Northwest District is Earl Billy, and the second is Marquis Clare. There are many things that you can do without Earl Billy's nod. It can’t be done. If you want to open a shop on the street, you must first send five gold coins to Count Billy’s steward.”

Beta was a little surprised: "The Marquis should be older than the Earl, so why is Earl Billy the most powerful?"

The drunkard shook the wine glass in his hand, but it was empty.

Beta waved, and the wine waiter who had been prepared immediately brought a glass of fruit wine. The bartender took it with satisfaction, took a sip first, and then continued: "If you want to be the boss, you must at least have soldiers. Marquis Clare's father led the army on an expedition, but the entire army was wiped out. Even if Six years have passed, and the Marquis Palace has never recovered. Earl Clare was only thirteen years old at the time, and he is only nineteen now. How can he compare with the sophisticated Earl Billy. "

"So if I want to get close to Count Billy, what should I pay attention to?"

"If a mercenary wants to meet Count Billy, he must either be extremely strong. Or he can go to Big Fat Bear to help introduce him."

"Big fat bear?"

"There is a big river next to the northwest area of ​​our holy city, and there is a dock there. The big fat bear is at the dock, and the entire dock is under his control. You will know when you go there."

"Thanks."

Beta paid for the wine, a total of thirty-two copper coins. Quite cheap.

The Northwest Pier is quite lively here. After all, river transportation is a very convenient thing.

The pier is not too big, it is just divided into upper and lower sides. There is a long group of buildings of different heights on the embankment heights by the river. Further down, there is the long fixed sloping board of the pier. Next to the same long channel, there are one or two small boats parked on each side.

Beta walked around the embankment and attracted the attention of many people. These people were all armed with weapons and had sharp eyes, but none of them came to trouble Beta, they were just on guard.

After walking around in a circle, Beta left.

When he returned to the North County Chapel, he saw many people gathered in front of the church and many people lying on the ground.

Monica was still sitting behind the table in the middle of the church, examining the interviewees.

Beta walked over, found captain Harriman, and asked, "Why are you out in battle?"

"A group of gangsters came here just now and said that this is the territory of Marquis Clare. No matter what activities are carried out, it must be approved by the Marquis, otherwise it will be illegal."

"Then you flattered them?"

Harriman shrugged: "It was the mistress who gave the order, after all."

Beta walked over to the bastards who were lying on the ground and groaning. When they saw people approaching, they all showed resentful eyes. One of them even shouted: "You are finished, Marquis Clare will kill you."

Beta touched his chin and asked in confusion: "Is Marquis Claire such an idiot?"

"How dare you scold the Marquis..."

"It's hard to say, after all, some nobles are really stupid and can't reason with common sense. Anyway, it should be clear if you go and meet them."

Beta kicked the man unconscious.

At Clare Manor.

Claire, who was young and even too delicate, was coughing. He finally stopped coughing, and he half-leaned on the edge of the bed, looking at the lush greenery of the manor outside the window, feeling sad in his heart.

How long can your body last?

How long can the Claire family hold on?

He has always believed that the most terrifying thing in the world is not death. Instead, he watched death approaching him.

That feeling of powerlessness can make people feel hopeless and unable to resist.

But he didn't dare to die. If you die, what will your mother do, what will your two brothers, and your youngest sister do? He could see that after his death, neither his mother nor his second brother would be able to support the family, and they would soon be suppressed by Count Billy.

In the end, the Claire family may still exist, but the Claire bloodline will definitely change. Some unrelated people will move in as strangers to the owner.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help coughing again.

It felt like he was coughing his lungs out.

The coughing finally stopped, and he was about to lie on the bed and take a nap, when someone knocked on the door.

He responded weakly: "Please come in."

When the door came, Claire turned around and sighed, "It turns out to be Jeff. What's the matter? If there's nothing urgent, can you let me sleep for a while?"

Jeff hesitated for a while, and then said: "Master, I also want you to rest more. But you may have to meet the person coming this time. A young man who claims to be a subordinate of Archbishop Celia wants to meet you. "

"A subordinate just wants to see me?" Claire said with a self-deprecating smile: "If it were a few years ago, the Archbishop came in person, I would have asked him to wait. Now... forget it, just meet me. Three Years ago, this is the first force that dares to come to visit me. It would be nice to meet him. "

Claire got up from the bed, and Jeff quickly went over to support his body while helping him put on the noble robe.

Then slowly move to the living room step by step.

Beta waited in the living room for a long time, and he even thought in his heart that the owner had let his own pigeons go, or deliberately made him wait here!

He had even thought about leaving.

But at this moment, he heard slow and feeble footsteps coming from the corridor. He walked slowly step by step for a long time before he appeared from the side door.

Claire didn't look at who was standing in the living room. He walked directly to his main seat, sat on it with difficulty, and then looked at Beta.

He walked from the side door to the main seat, which was only a dozen meters away. He walked for almost a minute.

This man's face was as white as a vampire's, his hall was blue, and he looked like he was about to die. But his stubborn eyes, which only looked forward, revealed a sense of silent pride.

Such a person would send gangsters to cause trouble?

Beta instantly had the answer in his mind.

After sitting upright, Claire finally looked at Beta and was stunned for a moment.

The man in front of him was full of heroism and calm demeanor.

But Claire soon reacted: "Why didn't your archbishop come? Would it be insulting to visit a marquis?"

"If it is a friendly visit, my master will come naturally." Although he guessed the truth, he still had to go through the formality: "Your Excellency sent a group of gangsters to make trouble in our church, and the master sent me to ask why. "

"I don't even know who your master is or what he looks like." Claire smiled bitterly: "If I said that I was framed, would you believe it?"

"Letter." Beta said calmly.

This straightforward answer surprised Claire: "You actually believe it?"

"The words of the Marquis can still be believed." Beta naturally did not explain much: "In that case, let me apologize to the Marquis first. We have misunderstood this matter."

"No... cough cough." Claire coughed a few times, and then a sickly blush appeared on his face. After a while, he regained his breath and said, "It's okay. Thank you for trusting us."

Beta looked at Claire up and down for a while, and asked a little strangely: "The Marquis has been suffering from this disease for a long time, why don't you use magic to treat it?"

"Magic can't cure it!"

"It's just a lung disease. Why can't it be cured by an advanced disease-removing technique?" Beta asked.

Claire chuckled, and this action made him cough slightly: "Advanced disease healing can only be used by people above the bishop level. And in our Holy City, all the bishops seem to want to see me die."

Beta was a little strange, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood the reason.

This is a holy city, a holy place for a sect.

The nobility is a symbol of the country's will. The priest did not like all nobles, and if Claire's lung disease was normal, there would be someone willing to help.

But what if a more powerful person promised benefits?

When a marquis falls, even if he can only drink a mouthful of soup, he can get a lot of things.

The bishops will naturally help the side with a better chance of winning. So Claire saw the most ruthless 'unity' in the world.

In fact, it is not difficult to solve this situation, as long as there is a bishop of the Life God Religion who is willing to stand behind the Claire family and help Claire cure her lung disease.

In this way, even if he does not take the initiative, it will still cause division among the bishops, who will then be divided into three parties. One side supports Laker, the other side supports Claire's opponents, and there is also the unruly faction in the middle.

To put it bluntly, no one took stock of the problems caused by young Claire.

As for why they didn't add insult to injury... The Marquis was already a very high-ranking noble among the nobility. If the Divine Religion clearly targeted a Marquis, then someone from the country's aristocratic forces would definitely jump out.

When Billy targeted Claire, it was a matter between nobles and an internal fight.

Therefore, the bishops are not optimistic about this matter, do not participate in it, and ignore it.

Moreover, many bishops received bribes sent by Billy.

"Our master is very kind." Beta smiled: "She even helps treat poor people, let alone a big shot like you."