Regardless of Claire’s greatest efforts to seal off the Governor’s Mansion, phrase nonetheless leaked out in regards to the investigation.

It might have been a servant or maybe one of many monks who was dissatisfied together with her orders, however the finish outcome was the identical.

Somebody had unfold the phrase to the surface world.

From the rowdiest taverns to the halls of the service provider organizations everybody was discussing the stunning information.

Lord Cain was not a very well-liked governor because of his insurance policies of accelerating taxes yr after yr.

Darkish elf slaves and traces of black magic had been sufficient to sentence Lord Cain within the eyes of the commoners however for the nobles there was a unique response.

Lord Cain’s dying despatched ripples via the area and the opposite noble households couldn’t consider the information at first.

Home Cain had been staunch allies to a number of highly effective noble clans within the capitol, however he was nonetheless killed regardless of his connections.

Was this a show of energy by the Varion Church?

The Varion Church was nonetheless the strongest pressure on the continent regardless of one of the best efforts of the royal household to limit their energy.

By killing Lord Cain, an unstated message had been despatched to the nobles.

The Metropolis of Relanter was fairly far away from the capitol metropolis so the information of Claire’s investigation had not reached the ears of the pope.

Father Amos alternatively was about to lose his thoughts as he obtained some unwelcome guests into the congregation corridor.

He was at present standing in entrance of the paladin who killed Lord Cain whereas plastering a mild smile on his face.

The previous saintess Elisa remained by Claire’s aspect whereas a number of knights stood at consideration behind the room.

With so many eyes watching him it was not possible for Father Amos to say the ideas that had been working via his thoughts.

Did this silly bitch know what she had completed?!

He was ruined… RUINED!

Father Amos clutched his coronary heart and needed to combat off the urge to curse loudly.

It was solely a matter of time earlier than a crew of confessors can be dispatched from the capitol metropolis.

That was in fact underneath the idea that he would reside that lengthy.

Many noble households knew of his involvement at the hours of darkness elf slave commerce which was disastrous for all events concerned.

Claire walked as much as the aged priest and bowed respectfully. She cleared her throat after which opened her mouth to debate the urgent difficulty.

She had been misplaced on what to do with the rescued darkish elf slaves however fortuitously Elisa had a superb suggestion.

The pair had spent a number of hours final night time discussing the logistics of the plan and what was one of the best plan of action to take.

Father Amos’ assist can be indispensable on this matter.

“The darkish elf slaves are harmless and therefore we must always have the duty to return them to their homeland,” Claire defined in a peaceful tone.

“Excessive priestess Elisa and I are travelling to the outer area so we will present addition safety and oversight.”

“The very best resolution can be to rent a caravan from a service provider firm and make use of a mercenary group for security causes…”

Claire logically outlined the steps for her plan to move the previous slaves to the outer area whereas quoting sure verses from the holy guide to strengthen her argument.

Lord Varion’s teachings included an obligation to the defend the harmless and it was one of many many vows that the unique Claire had taken when she first turned a paladin.

Father Amos’ smile didn’t falter as Claire defined the small print of her plan, nevertheless it turned noticeably strained the longer she talked.

Hiring a service provider firm? A mercenary organisation?

The place was she going to get all that cash?

Father Amos didn’t consider that he had the flexibility to see the longer term however immediately he was struck by an ominous premonition.

And positive sufficient… he was confirmed appropriate.

“After all, for this mission we would require funds. I consider that the church obtained a substantial variety of donations after Excessive Priestess Elisa’s miracles,” Claire coldly spoke.

“It our duty as worshippers who observe the teachings of the Lord of Gentle to assist the harmless and I do know that as a accountable head priest…”

“Your monetary contributions to our trigger will bless you with grace and divinity from Lord Varion himself.”

These had been all high-sounding phrases however to Father Amos this whole speech may very well be summed up in a single sentence…

She wished his cash!

He opened his mouth to instantly protest however the harsh glint in Claire’s eyes made his phrases die down in his throat.

Though the paladin standing earlier than him was a ‘beacon of righteousness’, he must be blind to not discover that her hand was slowly inching in the direction of the hilt of her sword.

What if this madwoman chopped him up on the spot?!

All it might take was one informal swing from her sword and his head would separate from his physique.

A shiver ran down Father Amos’ again and the aged priest trembled in concern. Claire’s violent repute solid a protracted shadow on his coronary heart.

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Holy paladin? This lady was extra like a bandit!

“Of… in fact… it… can be my honour,” Father Amos gritted his enamel and pledged his assist.

Claire moved her hand away from the hilt of her sword and the aged priest subconsciously set free a sigh of aid.

He picked up his wood cane with trembling fingers and led the paladin and her companions to the storage room.

Claire adopted intently behind Father Amos as he walked via a maze of corridors and aspect passageways.

Father Amos hid his feelings effectively, however Claire might inform that the aged priest was feeling conflicted.

She had her suspicions that maybe he knew about Lord Cain’s darkish hobbies and turned a blind eye however there wasn’t any proof.

Hopefully when the confessors arrived, they’d have the ability to uncover the reality of the matter.

Time handed slowly as Father Amos reluctantly led Claire and the remainder to a plain wood door on the finish of a protracted hall.

The aged priest furrowed his brows and turned the doorknob. The door swung open with a rusty creak to disclose a big room with stone partitions.

In the course of the room was a protracted desk the place luggage upon luggage full of cash lay untouched and undisturbed.

It was with a heavy coronary heart that Father Amos raised his hand and gestured in the direction of the cash with an expression as if he had simply misplaced one thing treasured.

Claire was not well mannered and instantly opened every bag and looked for any gold or silver cash.

Regardless of Father Amos’ fears, she didn’t plan on cleansing out the native temple and simply deliberate on taking precisely how a lot she wanted for the journey.

Whereas Claire was checking out the funds, Elisa approached the sad priest and spoke to him in a mushy tone.

“Father are you alright?” the previous saintess requested with concern.

“I heard that you just collapsed after listening to the information of Lord Cain’s misdeeds. It got here as actually a shock to all of us.”

“Please enable me to provide you a blessing to assist your physique get well.”

Elisa closed her eyes and muttered a silent prayer as she channeled the desire of the Lord of Gentle via her physique.

A heat glow of holy mild burst out of her fingertips, and he or she pressed her palm in opposition to the aged priest’s again.

Father Amos might really feel a surge of vitality circulation via his physique and his low temper appeared to vanish he felt the grace of Lord Varion.

He basked within the blessing and did not discover {that a} skinny thread of black magic was blended within the holy mild.

Claire might not have taken direct motion in opposition to the corrupt head priest, however Elisa was not an individual who would forgive.