(Wester lands- Metropolis of Relanter)

(Native Department Of The Varion Church)

“For it’s in God that we belief! The sunshine of our Lord who shines down on his believers and provides us the energy to stay a lifetime of righteousness and purity!”

“The Varion Church for hundreds of years has been loyally serving Lord Varion as his vessels to each information and defend humanity.”

“Though the conflict could also be over… we should always remember that the international races nonetheless stay within the outer areas of the continent.”

Father Amos stood on a raised platform and preached to the small crowd of monks and nuns within the room.

It had develop into a long-standing custom for the top of the church to collect the higher rank members for a day prayer session.

It usually lasted for not than thirty minutes, however Father Amos had been speaking for over an hour now.

He was in a very good temper, and it was all due to Excessive Priestess Elisa.

The church’s coffers had been stuffed with cash and there was lots leftover for his private stash of wealth.

The aged man slammed his cane towards the bottom with a heavy thud.

The free black robes on his physique swayed gently back and forth as he continued to wish and lead the believers in worship.

“Father Amos! Father Amos!” a loud shout rudely interrupted the non secular ambiance.

Somebody harshly knocked twice towards the door after which a knight burst into the room whereas gasping for breath.

His hair was messy, and sweat was pouring down the edges of his face.

The desperation in his eyes made Father Amos all of a sudden have a nasty feeling.

Wait a minute…

Wasn’t he one of many knights that was assigned to escort excessive priestess Elisa?

“What’s the matter my baby?” Father Amos warmly spoke with a form expression on his face.

“Darkish magic! Excessive priestess Elisa has found traces of darkish magic within the Governor’s Mansion!” the knight exclaimed in anger.

The light smile on Father Amos’ face disappeared right away as he heard the knight’s phrases.

Darkish magic?

No… Lord Cain wouldn’t be so silly…

Conserving darkish elves as slaves was already against the law but when traces of black magic had been discovered on his property… one shudders to think about the implications.

Shocked gasps echoed via the room because the nuns and monks heard the outrageous information from the mouth of the knight.

Quickly their voices rose up in fury one after the opposite and the ambiance shortly turned ugly.

“Preposterous! Lord Cain ought to be hanged within the city sq.!”

“Black magic… we should always alert the capitol without delay to ship a crew of templar knights and confessors!”

“No that might take too lengthy! We have to punish the sinners instantly!”

Father Amos raised up his proper hand and the noise within the room progressively quieted down. The aged priest let loose a heavy sigh and he turned his eyes in the direction of the heavens.

“Everybody allow us to not be too hasty since there’s a chance that that is all a misunderstanding,” Father Amos defined fairly.

“Don’t forget that Lord Varion implores us to not rush to judgement.”

“I’ll personally go to the Governor’s Mansion with an escort of knights to research the allegations.”

“I promise that Lord Cain will obtain the correct punishment for his crimes or have his innocence be restored in the event that they develop into false.”

Contaminated by Father Amos’ serene tone, the opposite church members contained in the room calmed down and gave the matter some extra thought.

Father Amos peacefully smiled and placed on an look of being in whole management of the state of affairs when inwardly his ideas had been a multitude.

No matter what excessive priestess Elisa had found within the mansion … Lord Cain couldn’t be discovered responsible of his crimes.

Lord Cain was related to a number of highly effective noble households within the capitol, and he was not somebody who Father Amos wished to offend.

Plus, the governor would recurrently ship ‘donations’ to the church that might mysteriously disappear.

Father Amos knew that if a correct investigation revealed traces of his corruption, then he could be expelled from the church or within the worst case…

He could be killed to make an instance out of him.

The confessors of the Varion Church had been absolute lunatics and Father Amos didn’t need to fall into their arms.

The aged priest shuddered as a sure reminiscence resurfaced in his thoughts.

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Those that had been despatched to the confessors didn’t get a peaceable demise.

Father Amos took in a deep breath to regular his nerves and tried his finest to chill out. There was no must panic simply but.

So long as he was the primary to succeed in the crime scene then he had the boldness that he would be capable of conceal any hints of darkish magic.

“Um… Father Amos…” the knight spoke up as soon as extra.

“Paladin Claire invoked the Treaty of Verina and is at present dealing with the investigation utilizing her authority as a tier two knight…”

Father Amos froze in place, and he didn’t take note of the remainder of the knight’s report as there was just one thought working via his thoughts.

It was throughout.

Father Amos didn’t concern himself with the newest information from the capitol however even he knew that Claire was probably the most highly effective holy knight among the many youthful era.

She would sniff out the traces of darkish magic like a bloodhound trying to find prey.

The Governor’s Mansion was a stable thirty-minute carriage experience away from the native temple which meant that it might be unimaginable to make it in time to cease the investigation.

The aged priest clutched his chest as his coronary heart started to race.

His palms had been clammy with sweat, and he misplaced his grip on his cane.

His imaginative and prescient slowly light away to darkness and Father Amos’ knees started to shake uncontrollably.

The aged priest stumbled ahead after which fell to the bottom with a boring thump. Screams and voices of concern rang out within the room.

“Father Amos has collapsed! Somebody solid a therapeutic spell!”

“He will need to have fainted out of anger! How might Lord Cain betray his belief and switch to darkish magic?”

“Clear some house! He wants some house to breath correctly!”

Father Amos might vaguely really feel somebody hurriedly checking his pulse, however he might not keep his consciousness and fell right into a blissful slumber.